You cried and cried. Toby came in. "Hey baby, are you-... baby!? What's wrong?!" He asked worriedly. You shuffled a little. "The baby's dead." You said as a tear fell from your bright blue eyes. He kissed your cheek. You snuffled more and went downstairs with Toby following. You passed the front door and there was a knock from it. It scared you and Toby. You checked the window. Nothing. Toby opened the door and looked down. There was a baby. Her eyes...it looked like the shimmering, sparking blue sea. Her hair, as black as the night, sparkling sky. Her lips were like the lightest strawberry. He picked her up. She was beautiful. It had a note beside her in the box. It read:
I am a minion of Zalgo. I didn't want to die and I didn't want the beautiful baby girl to die. She was too beautiful. I heard that you wanted a child. Well, here. Here is Isabella or most commonly known as Bella. By the way, her birthday is January 25th and she is 16 months. Take care of her.
~Zalgos Minion
P.S. You never seen this note and the baby isn't mine.
You were happy. Isabella. You looked out in the distance. There was a girl, she had snow, white skin and a red dress. She had small, red horns. You blinked and she was gone. You looked at the beautiful baby girl. She wasn't from you but she was now yours. She woke up. She started crying. You removed her from the box. You hushed her and she soon, fell asleep. You smiled and Toby came up to you and put his arms around your waist. "She's so beautiful." He said smiling. "I know. I can't let her go already." You said. "Come on baby, time to put her in the crib we had built. Its time for bed." He said. You and Toby had built a crib for the first planned baby. It was going to be a girl but she died. The second was going to be a boy. Luckily, the room was ocean blue with a black crib and had black music notes everywhere. There were baby toys and the mobile was pink, blue, green and purple flowers. It was all turning out perfect. We were a family.
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