*a few months later*
“Ma is this the last box?” I yell down the stairs with the heavy box in my hands. “Yeah that’s the last one!” She calls up the stairs holding baby Nick, feeding him. The final day of moving into my new house has arrived and Mom and Dad were here helping me move. Mom was watching Nick, Dad was helping me move boxes. I make my way down slowly with the heavy box and dad comes rushing over to help me but I turn away. “Dad I can handle this myself,” I say being my usual stubborn self. “Well honey you just had a baby for god sakes! Take it easy!” He exclaims in a way only a loving father can. “Dad I’m fine and perfectly capable of moving this box to the truck on my own.” I say weaving around him to the truck. I place the box carefully into the back of the truck and shut the door. “Alright,” I say smiling as the storage truck drives off to the site of my new house. “Thanks for helping me mom and dad. I couldn’t have done it myself... Well, I could have, just not as easily.” I joke and dad playfully punches me. “It was no problem at all,” my mom smiles and hands me baby Nick. I take my baby with loving arms and rock him back and forth gently. I put Nick in his car seat and hug my parents. I climb into the car and drive to the site of my new house.
When we arrive I smile and look all around. It’s a farm lot so the space is wide open and there’s a barn off to the far side of the house. It is completely breath taking and I can’t believe I’m actually going to be living here by myself with my baby. “This is our new home Nicky,” I say giving him a peck on the head. He giggles a cute little baby giggle and I smile more at the beauty of my own child. I carry him into the house and look all around. I take him to his room and smile. “Look Nicky, this is your room I say smiling at him. He laughs and playfully pulls at my necklace. “No no don’t touch mommy’s necklace,” I say laughing. I take him back out to the car and put him back into his car seat. The people driving the storage truck help me unpack and put everything in the house. I thank them greatly and pay them before they leave. I bring Nick back inside and put him in his crib laying him down for a nap.
When I know he is fully asleep I walk downstairs and sit at the table. I sigh and put my head in my hands. Thinking about everything that happened. I made a list in my head of things that I didn’t necessarily want to happen, but they happened anyways. 1) I got rapped 1 year ago by an ex-boyfriend . 2) I got pregnant. (But now it doesn’t seem like such a bad thing) 3) I had my first baby. 4) I moved to a beautiful farmhouse. I heard a crash from upstairs and baby Nick started crying. I ran upstairs to see what had happened and saw that the window was now open and several books had fallen off the shelf. I looked out the window and saw nothing outside. I closed the window to prevent the cold and picked up the fallen books. I looked throughout the room. I looked in the closet, behind the door, under the crib. There was nothing in the room. I go back over to baby Nick and rock him back to sleep. “Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep my little baby,” I began singing and went into a hum. Eventually he was sound asleep again and I went back downstairs.
I walk back into the kitchen and jump up screaming. “Oh holy god!” I say and cover my mouth with my hand. There is a little boy, about seven years old standing in my kitchen.
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