Flushed away: Young Love

Chapter 1: Denny's flashback and The switcheroo mistake

In a little village in Spain on the 12th of December, a little baby boy was born in a small house, to parents, who were very poor, but they now became a very happy and loving family. He had black hair and blue eyes and he was sleeping peacefully in his little bassinet while his parents, watched him, all amazed. "Wow, nuestro hijo es hermoso. Our son is beautiful, dear." The dad said.

"Que es, no? He is, isn't he?" The mom said, looking at her son in amazement.

"What shall we name him?"

"Tengo uno. I got one. I'm thinking, Dennis. Dennis Francisco Carlos Ruiz. Denny for short."

"Denny. Lo amo. I love it. Denny it is." The dad said, as he cuddled with his wife and newborn son.

Four months later around April, Denny was at home with his mother while she held him in his arms. He was giggling along with her while she was tickling his sides. "Silly Denny. Yes, you are." She said to him.

While they were playing, Denny's father came in the house, looking frightened as he came up to his wife and son quickly. "We must evacuate immediately, dear!" He said, as the mother stood up, holding Denny.

"Que esta pasando? What's going on?" She asked.

"We're under attack! The town is getting infested with cockroaches and a flood is coming! Quick, grab our son and his things and get out of here while we can before it comes to our house!" So Denny's parents grabbed whatever he needed to bring just in case before they zoomed out of their house and down the sidewalk while Denny watched behind his mother's shoulder with wide opened baby eyes as a huge cloud of cockroaches came and infested their home.

Once they hit the end of the corner of the sidewalk right next to the water, they found a tunnel. "Hay in tunel por alla! There's a tunnel over there! It should lead Denny to safety." Denny's father said, pointing at the tunnel while turning to wife.

Denny's mother looked like she was about to cry as she held Denny close to her. "Oh, I really hate to do this." She said, while looking at her son.

"Lo se. I know, but it's best for him. We'll always be there for him." Denny's father said, hugging his wife while tears came running her cheeks.

"Okay. He deserves to live a beautiful life. Let's write down a letter just in case someone finds him out there and can take care of him." She said.

"Buena. Good idea." The father said, while he and his wife put Denny in a basket while he was all swaddled up in his blankie on top of some of his tiny stuffed sun pillow. He cooed, at his parents as they smiled at him before writing down the letter, putting it under his sun pillow.

His mother leaned down next to him before kissing him on the forehead while his father pet his hair as they both sang him a lullaby that put him right to sleep. "Adios, Denny, you'll have a bright future ahead of you. We know you'll do great with your life." His mother said before pushing his basket in the water as it floated to the tunnel.

Once his basket made it into the tunnel, the walls collapsed behind it as the flood came and infested it with cockroaches.

Eighteen hours later in the city of London, England called Ratropolis, it was an Easter Sunday morning today and Roddy and Rita were there with their little baby daughter, Rachel, who was two months old today. It was the day of her baptism and Roddy and Rita were very happy for her. "As I pour this holy water on this child, Rachel Ruth St. James, parents to Roddy and Rita St. James, will now be welcomed to form with The Lord up above." Algernon said, pouring the holy water on Rachel's head while the family all watched, all emotional.

Later after the baptism was done, Algernon walked out of the church with Roddy and Rita while Rita held Rachel in her arms. "Thank you for coming to the baptism today. I'm sure Rachel will definitely have a bright future ahead of her and she should enjoy it." Algernon said.