First Night
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Ide heard many parents worried the first night a child is home, but I didn't. Is it because she was not mine? Or did I believe she was safe here? That nobody would take her or from her. I did not know but I did not worry. She slept soundly in the next room, and didn't stir. I never thought 'Is she being too quiet?', was it because I did not know her?
When she cried for the first time, I flinched. Was she okay? I went into the room and saw her red-faced, laid down in her small basinet in her new room safe, but unhappy. I picked her up slowly and carefully, held her head up just the way I was supposed to, and she calmed down immediately. She peered up at me happily, with her murky undecided eyes, even though she didn't know who I was, and I smiled back at her because I didn't know her either, but I would get to, in the future.
I cradled her into the crook of my left arm and carried the small bundle into the kitchen, I dug around the kitchen holding her tightly, and made a bottle for the first time and fed her. She gurgled happily at me when she was done and grabbed at my hands while I put a burping towel over my shoulder. I lightly patted her back and listened and when she was done she smiled more, and stretched her small hands higher trying to grab the black tendrils of my hair that hung above her small, round face. When I bent my face down towards hers she giggled as my hair touched and tickled her face, before tangling her small hands in it and tugging it gently as she pulled it towards her curiously.
Eventually, she fell slept again and I carried her back into my room with me, and settled her on the bed and watched as her small chest rose and fell, with breath. In a way it was hard to look at her and know why she was here. It wasn't her fault, and If she ever asked, I'd tell her so to, it's not your decision how your born or who your born to. If your born unwanted and feared of, or welcomed and looked forward to.
As slowly my eyes closed, and I started to fall, I decided, I would always watch her. I would make sure she was safe, and thought maybe I had worried, but I wouldn't have to any more because I'd keep her safe from harm, my little Adella. I'd watch and protect her forever, because that would be how long I would be there.
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Yay little one-shot-y ,spinn-off-y, lost chapter-y thing. I likes it, a lot ( Not something I say very often). Though there are part I'm a little 'does that make sense outside my head?' about. Meh, whatever enjoy, little readers. :)