Chapter 6: Tesoro
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Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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A/N: GUESS WHAT! ON FEBRUARY 14, YES THAT FEBRUARY 14 IM DOING A BIG MAGICAL UPDATE OF ALL MY STORIES! SO MARK YOUR CALENDARS CUZ IT MAY HAVE SOMETHING YOU DONT USUALLY SEE FROM ME!!
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Mitchie groaned as she drove home at 2 am from work.
She was exhausted.
And she was ready to pass out in bed.
So maybe thats why she stopped when she saw a small white fist flying out of a trashcan.
Or maybe thats why she saw a small white fist.
She didnt know.
She only know she stopped for some reason.
And that was to see what it was in the trash can.
She walked over to it and saw a small pale figure writhing, crying in the trash.
She softly picked it up as it wailed.
She rocked it walking back to her car.
She dug in her trunk pulling out a box.
She placed her sweater in the box and placed the baby in.
She put the box on the passengers seat.
And put one hand on the box.
And one hand on the wheel.
And took it home with her.
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She sighed rocking it as she softly placed it in her kitchen sink.
It continued to cry and cry.
She softly began to wipe its small soft body clean.
It wailed as she softly dried it.
She cradled it the whole night waiting for it to stop crying.
She couldnt keep it.
She knew that.
Yet for some reason she felt inclined to do so.
And she would.
She just had no idea how she would make it work.
She just couldnt help herself.
It was a baby!
A real live baby!
She couldnt believe she was holding a baby in her arms.
One that would be hers.
She would keep it forever.
She softly nuzzled the small crying baby.
It was gonna make up for her loss.
One persons trash.
Is another persons treasure.
So maybe that was why.
She dubbed the small object.
Tesoro.