There was a bottle of milk in the refrigerator. I quick marched to the stove and boiled the milk, at the other hand I was singing songs to the baby, but I was surprised by the abrupt rise in her mewls. Maybe I am a bad singer? No. It's just that she was only a baby to comprehend the depth of my singing. Yes.
"shhh.. cupcake. don't cry don't cry"
After decanting the milk in a mini bowl, I mixed additional water to cool it down a bit. With the help of a little spoon I tried to feed her the milk. Her sobbing was ample to pour down the milk in her mouth. And her sob disappeared asudden. Her angel face was flaunting her expression of joy, as she drank the milk little by little. I don't know why, but the feeling of feeding her made me happy as larry. A wide smile of joy spread on my face, as I saw her gradually closing her eyes to get some sleep. Her easeful sleep was making me melt instantly. I folded my muffler, made a pillow for her, then unhurriedly landed her on the couch. Swiftly my expression rotated with wrinkle on my forehead, and I hurriedly ran to the basket again. As expected, a note laid at the basket's bed. I unfolded it and settled my eyes carefully on it. It said, "She was a mistake that I was bound to carry, but not anymore".
This was the out of limit! how can any parent in this planet stoop so low?!
I tore the note into fractions and hyperventilated in fury. I decided, I would be her mother. She made it possible for me to be happy within such a short time, where Helena took hours and Charles could hardly do so! she's so precious! I suddenly felt a profusion of powers and strength gathering in my heart. I found the authentic reason to live! I could live for her, my child, so what if she doesn't belong to my blood, she definitely belonged my heart already. Thinking this made me look at her harmless face of sleep. I stared at her for a couple of minutes when a little smile broke out of her face during the sleep.
Followed by the tranquility of my room, my eyes steadily became drowsy and closed for a resting sleep.
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RAISING MY HUSBAND'S BABY
General FictionBetty had detached from her husband since 8 months. She went back to Yorkshire and stayed alone. One evening, she discovers a new born baby inside a basket, on her door step. She took the initiative to call it her baby and raise her. Betty faced di...
