A/N: I am on fire with these chapters! Which could be either a good thing or not...well. Anyways, I'm a pretty quick writer but usually it takes me a few days on average to write one up if I'm not busy. The reason why I'm updating quickly is because I happen to already have these written and edited so...yeah. That's my excuse, heh.

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The newborn girl was slumbering the night away, all neatly and carefully tucked into her small straw basket. Her nose scrunched and her forehead creased every once in a while, as if dreaming. She clutched her blanket tightly, her little first going white at the unnatural force she carried within her core. Her basket lay precariously on a wooden table as Rafael and Angie Diaz exchanged mute looks with one another.

It was quiet, tensely quiet. The only sounds were those of the girl's profound breathing and their own child's babbles as he played with his toys in the living room. Rafael and Angie didn't dare mutter a simple word for what seemed like an almost eternity.

Angie was first to frankly exhale and pinch the bridge of her nose, "Rafael, what do we do?" She tersely asked, staring her husband in the eye. Rafael knitted his thick eyebrows, a questionable glint on his dark orbs.

"I...I don't know, mi amor, we...can't leave her. She does look almost like a newborn." He weakly stated. Angie puckered her lips, her expression focused and concerned, she glanced at the baby and dipped her gaze.

"Who...who would leave a little girl by herself? And a newborn, no less." She softly whispered, her face set with an unpleasant frown.

Rafael kissed the top of her head and quietly told her, "Some people are...bad parents, Angie. That's just how the world is like."

Angie's frown wavered at the warm kiss but she sighed otherwise. "I know," she began, reluctant, "but...we can't keep her. Can we? We already have our little Marco, it would be a task to treat two babies at once." She logically mused.

Rafael fingered the girl's basket, a small note catching his eye. He paused with his eyebrows raised as he grasped its surface and read through its elegant penmanship. He angled his head to the side in curiosity, "Her name is Star." He said after a while.

Angie looked over his shoulder, her eyes skimming the surface of the letter.

Difficult times rule where her home is, she cannot come with us for her safety. We fear her life may be on the line if she comes to stay where she was to live. Please, I ask of you, treat her like if she were your own. It pains me to leave her but...I hope she grows to be a magnificent young woman.

P.S her name is Star.

Angie felt her brows bump together, "I wonder where her home is." She peered at the girl, at Star, and moved to shift her glance toward Rafael. "If her life was in danger..." Her voice trailed off as she folded the letter, pocketing it with a tight sigh.

She was silent but then murmured, "Rafael...do you want to make Star a Diaz?" Rafael said nothing as he ogled Star who was smiling in her sleep, she gave a little yawn and slowly opened her doe eyes.

They were the deepest of blue, they stared specifically at the elders. She gave a sound of upmost interest before giggling with a toothless smile.

Rafael allowed a smile of his own to melt into his face. He inched closer toward the wooden table and gently lifted her fragile body from her basket, bouncing her a little as he embraced her. "Star...welcome home." He gently consoled. Star smiled, curiously twisting her head to drink in her new world.

Angie spared a small chuckle as Rafael placed the girl in her arms. "Hello there, you're going to be a wonderful daughter, hm?" She careesed Star's sprout of blond hair, earning a delighted giggle from her.

"Oh! Let's go meet Marco, I bet you two will be the best of friends!" Angie and Rafael exchanged an enthusiastic look and went into the living room, gingerly settling down Star beside a baby boy who's brown hair was untidy beyond belief. His wide brown eyes observed Star with curiousity.

He glanced at his toys, grasped them into his small hands and said, "MINE!" Star blinked, not comprehending what the word had meant and clapped her hands mirthfully, smiling widely. Marco looked confused, "Mine?" He sluggishly repeated, sounding out the word in vain attempts to see what was so amusing.

Star giggled at his expression, he pouted. With a reluctant eye, he hesitantly spared her a stuffed pony with a wild mane of pink hair. Star gasped and joyfully took it, her Marks glowed a soft shade of pink. Marco angled his head to the side, a look of great awe in his eyes at the showing color on her cheeks.

Angie found this odd, however, the sweet smile of seeing the children interact slipped from her. "Rafael...I didn't mention this but...why does she have those hearts on her cheeks?" Rafael blinked with his eyebrows furrowed. He briefly ogled Star and gave a hum of wonderment.

"I'm not sure..."