p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"em"Natalie! Please stop. We can't do this."/em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"em"Yes we can. I'm not ready to be a mother" /em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"em"Maybe my mother can take care of her. I don't want her to be adopted." /em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emThey walk together and they try their best so the baby wouldn't cry. "I'm leaving her with my mother. I don't want yours to take care of her. I'm sorry."/em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emHe understands Natalie's choice and they keep walking. Natalie rarely talked to her mother, however she felt like she had no other choice but to bring the baby to her. She had to. Plus she had heard things about it, she had to do something about it. And her first thought was that, with her mother, she would be save. /em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emShe opens the door and she notices her daughter and her husband staying there with a baby in their hands. /em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"em"Natalie, what is this?"/em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"em"Mother, please. I need you to take care of her. I can't stay with her." /em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emHer mother holds the baby in her hands. She was gorgeous. The cutest baby she has ever seen and although she couldn't understand why her daughter was giving her away, she couldn't resist that baby, and she accepted to raise her. As her granddaughter of course./em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emHer mother asks her the name of the baby but she isn't able to say it out loud. "It's in the paper, next to the letter to her. Please give it to her on her 18th birthday. Please mother. Thank you."/em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emNatalie gives a last kiss to that gorgeous blue eyed girl and red hair. She couldn't help but cry just like her husband and he also kisses her for the last time. She was one year old already. And it was hurting Natalie too much to let her go, but she was in dangerous and she had to protect her. She made sure she wrote all of that in the letter. /em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"strongemMore or less a few months later./em/strong/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"em"Honey..." Natalie had a really scared look on her face. "What is it? What's wrong?"/em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"em"I'm pregnant." /em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"em"What do you mean? Please don't tell me I have to lose her to."/em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"em"What do you mean, her? You think it's a girl?"/em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"em"It's just a feeling." He replies. /em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emNatalie was confused, but she couldn't handle losing yet, another baby. So she was going to try even harder to save this one and raise her as a gorgeous beautiful girl that she grew up to be./em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emThe day comes and she goes to the hospital. She was scared. But she also felt protected, her daughter was nearly 2 years old and there she was, having another baby. She didn't planned to get pregnant but she was going to try her best to keep this new baby safe./em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emIt was indeed a girl, she looked a lot like her sister, however, she had green eyes, gorgeous green eyes and also red headed. All Natalie wished was that they could grow up together. But she had to protect her. /em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"em"What's going to be her name?" The nurse asks Natalie./em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"em"Lydia. Her name is Lydia."/em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"em"Yes we can. I'm not ready to be a mother" /em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"em"Maybe my mother can take care of her. I don't want her to be adopted." /em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emThey walk together and they try their best so the baby wouldn't cry. "I'm leaving her with my mother. I don't want yours to take care of her. I'm sorry."/em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emHe understands Natalie's choice and they keep walking. Natalie rarely talked to her mother, however she felt like she had no other choice but to bring the baby to her. She had to. Plus she had heard things about it, she had to do something about it. And her first thought was that, with her mother, she would be save. /em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emShe opens the door and she notices her daughter and her husband staying there with a baby in their hands. /em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"em"Natalie, what is this?"/em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"em"Mother, please. I need you to take care of her. I can't stay with her." /em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emHer mother holds the baby in her hands. She was gorgeous. The cutest baby she has ever seen and although she couldn't understand why her daughter was giving her away, she couldn't resist that baby, and she accepted to raise her. As her granddaughter of course./em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emHer mother asks her the name of the baby but she isn't able to say it out loud. "It's in the paper, next to the letter to her. Please give it to her on her 18th birthday. Please mother. Thank you."/em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emNatalie gives a last kiss to that gorgeous blue eyed girl and red hair. She couldn't help but cry just like her husband and he also kisses her for the last time. She was one year old already. And it was hurting Natalie too much to let her go, but she was in dangerous and she had to protect her. She made sure she wrote all of that in the letter. /em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"strongemMore or less a few months later./em/strong/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"em"Honey..." Natalie had a really scared look on her face. "What is it? What's wrong?"/em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"em"I'm pregnant." /em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"em"What do you mean? Please don't tell me I have to lose her to."/em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"em"What do you mean, her? You think it's a girl?"/em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"em"It's just a feeling." He replies. /em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emNatalie was confused, but she couldn't handle losing yet, another baby. So she was going to try even harder to save this one and raise her as a gorgeous beautiful girl that she grew up to be./em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emThe day comes and she goes to the hospital. She was scared. But she also felt protected, her daughter was nearly 2 years old and there she was, having another baby. She didn't planned to get pregnant but she was going to try her best to keep this new baby safe./em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"emIt was indeed a girl, she looked a lot like her sister, however, she had green eyes, gorgeous green eyes and also red headed. All Natalie wished was that they could grow up together. But she had to protect her. /em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"em"What's going to be her name?" The nurse asks Natalie./em/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"em"Lydia. Her name is Lydia."/em/p