Baby BuBu

chapter 1

His cries fill the air. Gabe, my baby bubu is why I like to call him, fuses over the sounds of honking as we sit the in line of traffic.

Heading back from a small pizzeria wasn't a hasal coming but getting back was a whole lot harder.

After what seemed like hours the car began to move. We left the highway and headed to our small house.

We pulled in the driveway and I in buckled and went to get bubu. Like always he cried and cried in my arms. Must of been tired from hours of crying in the car ride.

I cooed him and headed to his crib. He calmed down crying himself asleep. I looked down at his teared stained face.

He was a mess and a lot of effort but I was happy he was here. He was all I had after dad left and mom faded away.

I needed him and I know he needed me.

After all he was my baby bubu