Baylee Hollins was trying to get comfortable on her bed. But that was not an easy feat, because of her large eight months pregnant belly. And she couldn't even call her partner to help her get comfortable. Because there was no partner.

Truth to be told Baylee six months ago quit her job as a nurse and moved to the country, where nobody knew her, and nobody bothered her. She didn't want to deal with people. Didn't want them to know of her shame being pregnant. Because she was not married. She didn't even have boyfriend at the time of conception. In fact she was raped. And didn't realize she was pregnant until it was too late to get abortion. So she ran away from everything she knew to get birth in peace and then she will decide what to do.

At first she was sure to give the baby up for adoption, but sometimes she rubbed her belly and imagined what it would be to raise it. Would she make a good mother? Or bad? How will the baby look like? Is it a girl or a boy? She was so confused. But then again, she still had time to think about it.

Baylee finally found a position that was more or less comfortable. God her back hurt today like hell. But she still managed to fall into restless sleep. Only to be woken up by sharp pain. She cried out and flinched. Her breath came in short hisses. After that she became aware that something was weird.

She quickly reached for the lamp and turned it on. She immediately knew what was happening. The sheets around her were all wet. Her watter broke.

"N-No," she whispered horrified, "It's too soon."

But she couldn't do anything about it. She had gone into labor. And she couldn't do anything to stop it. She had to go through it alone. Because she now lived in small cottage with the nearest village about 5 kilometers away.

Baylee hissed as new pain shot through her. It will be fine. She was preparing for it for months. She was a nurse for gods sake, she can manage a childbirth.

They were the hardest and longest hours in her life, but she managed to do it. Her son was born on 23 April 1990 in early morning hours. He was small, smaller than most babies, but that was understandable, considering that he was born premature.

But Baylee didn't even think about what it will mean for her son. All she could think about was his eyes. They were green. Just like HIS. The man, who raped her…

"You can do it Adele," Gervais Molin grinned. He was just so happy. His wife was giving birth to their second child. Their second son. And he just couldn't be happier. Adele was looking exhausted, but she still managed to smile softly.

Soon after that babies cry sounded through the hospital boy. The nurse took the baby boy, to give it a check up and clean it from blood, but soon she handed the boy to his proud mother.

"Congratulation Madame Molin, it's a healthy baby boy," the nurse smiled.

Adele Molin embraced her son. "He is beautifull," she whispered happily.

Gervais smiled, "He truly is. And did you decide on his name yet."

Adele thought about it for a moment. Then she nodded.

"Francis," she said with a smile.

"Francis it is then," Gervais grinned.

Francis Molin, second son of Molin family was born on 14th July 1990.

She couldn't take it anymore. She tried her hardest, but it just wasn't working out. For three months she tried to become a real mother to her baby, but overtime, she saw those green eyes, she was reminded of her shame. Of him. That man, who stole her peace and self control. Baylee could feel herself being crumbled down. She didn't want to raise child which reminded her of her rape. But no matter what, she was not a murderer.

Baylee had her son, whom she couldn't bother name yet, bundled in her arms. She walked swiftly, concealed in the warm august night from curious eyes by her black cloak. She couldn't risk being found out. After all, she didn't want to go to jail.

She was at a monastery, that she knew was running orphanage too. Surely they wouldn't mind one more child. She set her son on the doorstep, banged loudly on the gate and bolted into hiding space. It took some time, but finally the gate opened, revealing sleepy looking monk. He looked at the baby confused, but then he picked the baby up and went back inside.

Baylee was watching all this with unemotional face. After the gate closed, she turned around and walked away without looking back. Maybe now she could be free.

Father Patrick didn't like to be woken up. But considering the circumstances, there was no other way. After all, it wasn't every day, that one of the younger monks informed him, that they found baby on their doorstep. He sighed. This was gonna be really long night.

"So there was no note, Brother Dominic?" he asked trying to confirm the facts.

Brother Dominic shook his head, "No Father Patrick. No note. No name, no birth certificate, nothing."

Father sighed again. He could feel the headache building up.

"Guess I should start working on documents," he said, getting documents to register new orphan to their orphanage, "First… name."

"How about Arthur," Brother Dominic blurted and blushed.

Father Patrick raised an eyebrow, but wrote Arthur anyway.

"And what about surname?" Father Patrick asked.

Brother Dominic chuckled, "Wouldn't it be funny, if it would be King? Like King Arthur…"

"If that's what you want," Father Patrick mumbled and wrote it down, "Birthday… hmm… today is… 10th August 1990."

"Father Patrick, why are you writing today's date?" Brother Dominic asked confused, "The baby is at least month old…"

Father Patrick looked at the young man. "We don't know anything about him. Your guess is as good as mine," he said, "So we might as well give him some birthday that would mean something. The day he was found."

Brother Dominic nodded. It made sense. Since they didn't know anything about Arthur, they could have put any date they wanted and it wouldn't be right. But Arthur King was born today… when he received his name.

"Now, please go and wake up Brother Matthew," said Father Patrick, "He will know, what to do with the baby."

Brother Dominic bowed, carefully took Arthur into his arms, and walked towards Brother Matthew's room with their new addition.