The events of that night almost a year before replayed themselves in Sam's mind. All month long she'd wanted to go to this rave, but her parents forbade it. Sam, determined to prove them wrong in their suspicions that she'd be unable to defend herself, snuck out. As she danced, she somehow wound up with a joint in her hands. You only live once. She thought to herself, taking a puff.
It must have been laced with something because the next thing she knew, she woke up in some seedy hotel room the next town over, clothes askew, bleeding from her vagina. Unwilling to swallow her pride and face her parents, she cleaned herself up before calling a taxi to take her home. Climbing the outside lattice where the ivy vines crept upwards like the expert escape artist she'd become, she snuck back inside her bedroom window, changed into her pajamas, and crawled into bed, where she cried herself to sleep. The next week she secretly visited a local OBGYN to have herself tested for STDs and pregnancy, a suspicion which had arisen after a particularly painful cramp that had resulted in red stains in her panties. When it came to STDs, she was clean. Pregnancy, however…
Sitting on a bench in the park, Sam gazed at Lilith as she drank from her bottle. Sam may have regretted her decision that led to her daughter's conception, but everything had turned out alright. Lilith's enormous eyes, as violet as her mother's, stared right back. "Hey there, Lily." The defenseless little creature started to cry as soon as she'd finished her bottle. "Let me guess: you've got gas. Well, let's take care of that." Sam patted her daughter gently on the back after repositioning Lilith, receiving a small "urp" in reply.
Sam didn't just love her daughter. She adored her daughter. Ironic, Sam thought, how the best thing that ever happened to me came from the worst thing that ever happened to me. "Hey, you." Sam said as Lilith continued to stare. Next thing Sam knew, Lilith started bawling. You can't possibly need another changing, I just changed your diaper an hour ago." Sam chided as she placed Lilith on a blanket on the ground. Removing the diaper, what Sam saw wasn't too bad. "You only peed. That's a relief." With that, Sam removed the old diaper, dried the girl off, powdered her bum, and placed her in a fresh diaper.
The two girls had a wonderful afternoon. Sam cherished spending time with her daughter. Lilith's favorite game was peek-a-boo. She also loved it when mommy blew raspberries in to her belly. Sam loved those, too, simply because she loved it when babies laughed. All of sudden, Lilith let out a huge yawn. "I see someone's getting tired." With that, Sam sang Lilith's favorite lullaby, "Whistle Down the Wind", as she rocked the infant to sleep.
Lilith woke an hour later crying not out of hunger, gas, or need of a change, but just for want of attention. "I'm here, baby. Mommy's here." Sam said quietly as she held her beloved child close. The more Sam looked at Lily, the more time they spent together, Sam was glad she'd decided to keep the girl after all.
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A/N: For the few of you who don't know what raspberries are, they're when you press your lips to someone's belly and blow.