Kinda graphic l- you know what you've read worse
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Alex I guess~~~
I was just walking down the street.
Minding my own business.
When I found myself in front of a ton of homeless people.
There were your usual, druggie old men, druggie old women with dirty children. Those weird Christians with their, "God help us" signs, but there was a girl. Probably around my age.
She was fast asleep in an old rocking chair, her small hands resting atop her large pregnant belly. I'd say 8 months. At least.
She looked peaceful whereas everyone around her was having a nightmare, screaming, or begging for money.
I hadn't even noticed I was staring until someone yanked my sleeve. I blinked and turned around to see my best friend, Maria, beckoning me to keep walking.
I gave the girl one more glance before following Maria.
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I returned there the next day.
She was still there, sitting in her chair and rocking back and forth. Almost everyone around her was asleep or blacked out except for some of the children.
She yelled at one to get out of the street and I snickered, watching the young boy trudge back to the grass. She rolled her eyes and went back to caressing her belly, humming a small tune.
I was surprised she wasn't freezing. It was only about 30 degrees out. I coughed quietly and pulled up my scarf.
I decided to approach her.
"How far along are you?"
Her head shot up and she stared at me with beautiful hazel-green eyes. She cocked her head slightly.
"He's due in a few weeks.. why?"
"I was just wondering. Do you mind if I sit?"
"Not at all."
I nodded and sat on the floor next to her.
"Aren't you cold?"
"Heh, freezing. You get used to it eventually."
I frowned and removed my overcoat, standing up and draping it over her. I heard her breath hitch and I smiled softly.
"What's your name?"
"John.."
"Oh! You're trans?"
"Mhm."
He closed his eyes as the coat engulfed him in its warmth.
"Thank you.."
"My pleasure."
"Why are you being nice to me? People normally just leave a dollar and walk away.."
"I'm not sure. Just wanted to do some good in my life."
He nodded a bit and snuggled into the jacket.
"Would you like to come with me?"
"How do I know you're not a murderer? An abuser? A rapist?"
"You can trust me John, I would like to help you."
He grinned.
"I'll take up your offer, mister..?"
"Hamilton. Alexander Hamilton."
