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I don't know if I've said this before but:

I don't own high school musical, or Disney nor anything associated with those two. I also don't own anything you would recognize as places, lyrics, quotes or whatever, and that will be for the whole story ok?

I know, I know that this chapter is pretty short, and i'm sorry...More update will come soon thought. Either on Friday or Saturday, God willing.


Chapter 2

Troy's point of view.

I sat there watching her. What an amazing thing it was.

What an amazing thing it was to watch a mother feed her child.

But here it wasn't naturally.

But it was still beautiful. Love radiated from both their bodies, communicating with the other without having to use words.

What if I hadn't listened? What if I listened to my stubborn heart?

My baby, my daughter could have died of hunger!

Oh Lord! Thank you so much for leading me! Please, stay with me and don't let me get away from you.

I had explained to her, how I got to her house. She would have laughed her head off if she hadn't accepted Christ as her personal savior, a few months back.

If she hadn't set her mind, body, heart and soul on God, who knows what she would have thought of what I told her.

My heart was pounding so hard in my chest that I imagined that they could both hear it.

''Ca-Can I – feed her? '' I ask, surprising even my self as I wasn't able to make a normal sentence without stutter.

''Sure'' she looked up and smiled before handing me the baby, enveloped in a light yellow blanket with purple dots on it, still sucking on the opening of the bottle.

''She has good appetite''

''Takes that from her father'' She giggled lightly '' But also because, she has been starving and gagging. I ran out of milk. Both naturally and artificially. Mainly because I hadn't had enough money to get some, but also because, I myself don't produce enough milk to feed her, as much as she needs to.''

I felt some kind of strange feeling overwhelm me as I watched the tiny life in my arms and stared at every part of her. She looked perfect. She didn't look like she was dying of hunger at all. She looked like a normal, fed girl.

What was that feeling, building up in my inside and spreading to my whole body?

As much as it intrigued me, I personally didn't want it to stop.

After a while of just not talking, the only noise resounding in the room, coming from the sucking of the little being.

Big almond-shaped blue eyes.

That was the only thing she had gotten from me that was obvious. For now, I guess.

Mom's lips, shaped eyes, cheeks, nose, hair. But the color of hair was a total mix. I had never seen that before in a baby's hair. Not that I had seen a thousand of them but…

They looked like they had been tanned.

My daughter, my five months old daughter had basically black hair like her mother. But most of the ends and roots were a golden shade, taking that color from my side of the family.

''She looks beautiful, just like her mother. She is your portrait after all'' I said in a whisper. I wondered if she had heard me.

Anastasia Lynn, my daughter, the life that God had made me part of the making, even if I had abandoned her, was starting to fall asleep in my arms.

She hadn't even stiffened, when I took her.

Maybe she had felt as good as I did when I held her. Maybe she understood that she belonged to me as well as I belonged to her.

Maybe she already forgave me for abandoning her mother at her pregnant state, maybe she understood why I had done it. And maybe she fell asleep because she knew I needed to talk to the one women I had ever really loved.

I drew circles on her cheek with the hand that had been holding that bottle, having freed it when I had handed Gabriella the nearly empty one.

'' Thank you Troy. Her beauty comes from her already long hair and eyes thought. She has gotten those from you''

So she had heard me even if I had whispered and mumbled.

''Wrong. These are mixes''

''I guess we make a nice perfect pair now don't we?''

I looked up at this and smiled.

''Gabriella…'' I started, before I shut my mouth when I saw her shaking her head, making the curls out of her ponytail bounce.

''It's okay Troy. I forgave you.''

''Thanks'' I smiled, grateful to have her in my life.

What would I be without her? What would I do without the women that I was to be with?

Even if I had blown everything away, there was forgiveness.

And it's exactly like Christianity.

We are children of God, we often do things that aren't right and we get away with it. Until we get stuck in a path, where the only way to go through would be if you turned away and ask for forgiveness to Jesus.

And I had wanted that many times before.

''I never wanted to leave like I did, you know.'' I paused a minute, still amazed by the beauty of such a small creature. '' I guess I was afraid. Too afraid. And I wasn't able to assume the consequences of the actions I had done, I want you back thought. Both of you''

''You never lost me, Troy, ever. I belong to you''

Like it says in the story, we often make things our way, which often leads to debauchery and disobedience. Thing is, God is always ready to forgive those of you who come to him with a true and open heart.

Which means, when you ask for forgiveness, don't just say: ''Ooops! Sorry'' and move on. No! You know why? Because that 'sorry' won't be accepted.

The Lord can see what is inside your heart, therefore, how you feel, if you mean it or if it's just something that you say.

Come before the Lord with all your sins and troubles with a true and open heart, and he shall give you wash you, give you rest and bring joy in your life.

If it worked for me, it can work for you ;)