I once did this, except Thomas was the dad and Giselle was the daughter. Now I'm switching the roles. I hope you enjoy this, because I enjoyed writing this. It's my favorite thing that I created so far.


Giselle fell asleep crying, a hand on her mostly flat stomach, positive pregnancy test in her other hand on the floor beside the mattress she was sleeping on…

The Next Day…

Giselle woke up to the sound of laughing children. The noise was familiar. She heard it every morning and afternoon. She lived right in front of a school, after all. The kids' laughter usually brought a smile to the brunette's face. Not this time. This time, it was a reminder of what she left behind, what she did, and what she's going to have to face.

Giselle blinked against the sunlight, before draping an arm over her eyes. She sat up with a sigh, and placed a hand on her bare stomach. She didn't know she was pregnant until yesterday morning. That's when she told her boyfriend. He told her that he was going to buy some things for the baby. He left in the morning and after hours of him being gone, she started to call him repeatedly.

She was always sent to voicemail. In the afternoon is when she realized that he wasn't coming back. She was going to have to raise this baby all alone. She was far from surprised, but that didn't mean that she wasn't hurt. She had really thought that David was different. She had hoped that he wouldn't abandon her and his kid the way her dad had abandoned her and her mom and sister.

Giselle was scared, fearful, afraid. She didn't know how to do this, wasn't even sure if she could. She knew she had other options, easy-way-outs, but the thought of abortion sickened her and giving the child away for adoption… Well…

No. If her mother had been strong enough to raise four kids as a single woman, then Giselle should be strong enough to raise one.

She raised her eyes to the bedroom door when she heard a knock at the front door. She got up and made her short way to the door leading outside. She opened it and saw the outside world: high-schoolers walking and laughing and talking, the blue sky, the bright sun. Giselle's gaze swept across her front yard. Realizing that it was probably some idiots playing ding-dong-ditch, she went to close the door. As she did so, her eyes moved downward. She opened the door wide open, again.

There was a neatly woven, straw basket in the shape of an oval, a lid covering whatever was inside. Giselle crouched down and lifted the lid, cautiously. A sleeping 2-year-old boy was in the basket, his knees bent so he would fit. He was a cute thing. His skin was dark and so was his hair. A note on his side read, 'please take care of him'.

Giselle got up and slammed the door closed, completely panicked and her heart pounding. She took calming breaths that did nothing to help.

When she heard crying outside she had no choice but to open the door, again. The boy had woken up and tears were running down his face. Behind him, was a girl, who had decided to skip school, climbing up the small staircase of Giselle's porch. The girl frozen when Giselle saw her before slowly turning around to escape. "Nice try, Ruby. Inside. Now."

"Damnit." Ruby muttered, making her way inside Giselle's home. Once the long-haired girl was inside, Giselle glanced at the little Asian. He wasn't crying, anymore. In fact, he was smiling, holding his arms out like he wanted to be carried. He stood up and run to her, hugging her legs.

Giselle swayed at the sudden contact, but relaxed when he rubbed his cheek against the side of her knee. She placed her hand on his head, hair soft and fluffy. Maybe this won't too hard. Maybe it'll be easy and fun. Giselle rolled her eyes at herself. She knew being a single parent was far from easy, having seen her mother struggle many times, but she also knew that it'll never be boring.

"Mommy, up!" The boy said, lifting his arms. Giselle tensed as Ruby stifled a laugh from behind. Giselle turned on the girl with a glare. "I didn't know you had a kid." Ruby teased. "Just like your parents don't know you're skipping." Giselle shot back, feeling a bit like herself. Ruby's smile disappeared. "You wouldn't," Ruby said with wide eyes. "Of course not. I don't want you to get in trouble." Giselle agreed in a sigh.

It was mid-day when Giselle decided to make lunch. Ruby was playing with the 2-year-old in the living-room. Giselle stared at the basket on the table for a moment, and sat on a chair. What was she going to do, now? She was afraid, but not just because she was rising two kids by herself. Her paychecks weren't going to be enough for three people, the rent and the bills. She sighed distressed.

She looked at the basket, again, and noticed something she hasn't seen before. It was an envelope. With the soft, white blanket gone, Giselle could see it clearly. She picked it up and read the letter inside:

Dear Giselle Edison,

You know nothing about me, but there's lots I know about you. Your grandfather being a brave man, for example. My parents would tell me stories of how he saved my people, and lead them to victory against an evil. I suppose, I should start from the beginning.

A long time ago, in a small village known to only a few, existed a horrible disease called the Flare. Fortunately, we were able to contain and destroy it, but until then, we were offered a way to get rid of it. We accepted, of course, being as desperate as we were. It was the biggest mistake we could have made. The people who offered their help were scientists from your land. They build where they would do their research, and called themselves WICKED. The name put everyone on edge, but no one questioned it, for they were helping. A few days later, however, the cries of mothers and shouts of fathers could be heard. Their children had gone missing. Everyone knew where they had gone to. WICKED. Most of the men and some of the women in my village gathered and, together, went to defeat the horrid organization. They never came back. WICKED was just too strong. My people lived in fear and sorrow for years as WICKED continued to take innocent children, until your grandfather came. He may not have been powerful in your land, but he certainly was the greatest man to live in mine. I couldn't thank him enough for what he has done if I had the chance to meet him. He left my village and a few years after that, I was born. WICKED came back when I was 15, old enough to engage in battle. Not the battle of blood and dirt and tears, but of the brain. WICKED liked to toy with us, using their mind games to destroy us if we ever dared to fight back. They would turn my people insane, so much that they would tear themselves apart. It was as bad as the Flare. I'm now working for WICKED as undercover, but they're catching on. Not only to me being a spy but also that I'm having a child. They would do anything to get their greedy hands on my baby.

All of this was written on one page, but there was more. A small note…

It's been months since I went into hiding. No one knows where I am, not even my family or husband. I can no longer keep this child, for I have a feel they'll find me soon. With the heavy heart of a mother, I beg you to take care of my son, Minho.

Giselle felt a hand on her shoulder and jumped, quickly folding the letter, hiding the note. She didn't know why, but she felt that whoever wrote this wanted it to be a secret between them. Ruby pulled her hand away. "Sorry," Ruby said, not looking sorry. "Your kid wants you."

"He's not my kid." Giselle bristled. Ruby lifted her hands and sat down. "What's wrong? You aren't going to give him up, are you?" Ruby asked in concern. Giselle stayed silent, staring at the basket then the letter. "I don't know." Giselle finally answered. "But…he's adorable. I'm sure that you have enough for just the two you." Ruby insisted, knowing that David left from last night's call.

"It isn't just going to be the two of us." Giselle replied. She didn't see how Ruby looked at her. "You want me to move in?" The hopeful tone made Giselle snap her gaze towards the other girl. "No!" Giselle exclaimed, making Ruby look taken back. "Ruby, I'm pregnant." Giselle explained.

Ruby got up. Then sat down again. "That's great." The blonde said, failing at hiding her disappointment. "You'll find somewhere else to live. I know how your parents are." They were horrible. And abusive. Giselle couldn't remember how times Ruby had shown up at her doorstep, in tears and with bruises. But she also know that wasn't the only reason she was disappointed. Honestly, Ruby couldn't make it even more obvious.

"You know what? If you get a job, then you can move in." Giselle declared. Ruby stood up at once. "Going to apply somewhere. Bye." Ruby said, already out the door to the living-room. Giselle laughed.

Later that Night…

The two-year-old was curled up to Giselle's side, sound asleep. Giselle laid on her back, fully awake. She couldn't sleep. There was just too many things to worry about. Money, raising some kid that wasn't hers, her own probably having down syndrome. Giselle had decided to keep the kid. She didn't want him to think that he was unwanted. She knew that some kids from the orphanage thought that way. And her own child…

Her family was as healthy as can be, but down syndrome ran in David's own family. David didn't get it, which made Giselle think that her baby was going to have it. She sighed into the darkness. Besides her worries, she couldn't stop thinking about that letter.

Her grandpa being brave? From what she heard of her grandma, her grandfather was a drunk turned smoker. He used to waste money on alcohol all the time, leaving his wife and two girls poor. He stopped drinking, but Giselle remembered all the times she made him promise to stop smoking.

Maybe this lady was crazy, thinking that evil organizations existed, and took children for whatever reason. Maybe Minho was better off with her than his biological mother.

There was one thing that confused her, though. Minho kept calling her his 'mommy', but… Shouldn't he be old enough to know who his real mom is?

Giselle decided not to think anymore, and with a bit of a struggle, fell asleep.

Giselle's dream…

Giselle smiled, feeling at peace and happy. She tilted her head to the side as a pair of lips pressed into her skin insistently. Her hand slipped into hair while she moaned a name even she didn't understand. The person behind her mumbled her name and pulled away. She turned and saw a man. He was dark-skinned, lanky, blurry-faced.

"Who are you?" Giselle asked, wanting to kiss him. "Remember when we kissed?" He asked instead, his voice oddly blank. "I thought it was a dream." She responded, knowing who he was, now.

End of Dream