Falice 2

Cry

It was early in March when Alice realized how much a single cry could change her life. It took her own strength and tears to hear that small feeble cry come into the world, but she wouldn't change it one bit if it meant she got to hold her precious child in the end.

The last five months have felt rather lonesome. The Sisters never made her feel at home. Not that she had a wonderful home to compare it to. All she had by her side was the secret baby that grew inside of her day after day. The thought of becoming a mother terrified her ever since she found out.

Now that he was here. It has all changed. She cradled her son close to her chest. He was soon calm. His mother's touch was what he needed to feel safe. She examined him carefully. He had a tiny nose, the smallest eyes, and the tiniest mouth. He was beautiful. She knew that very well.

He was born with a full head of hair. To her surprise he took after her there. She would have expected him to take more after his father.

She caressed his cheek carefully with her finger. He let out a small coo that made her heart whole. That's when she knew. She knew she couldn't give him up. As hard as it would be to do this on her own she knew she couldn't give him away. She couldn't help but wonder if that would be the right call for her boy's sake. Could she be enough for him?

Deep down she knew she never could give him up. The thought of being told she had to have an abortion at her boyfriend's behest let her know she made the right call when she admitted herself into the Sisters the very next day. It was her choice to make. No matter how hard it would be to come to a decision. The Sisters was not a happy place but having her baby made things tolerable.

"We're going to be okay," She whispered softly to her baby boy. "Mommy is going to make it okay."

Sister Woodhouse came in to check on the new young mother. She had a few documents in her hands to be filled out, but she could see that Alice was entranced by her son. "Alice?" She cleared her throat. "It's time to get the papers filled out."

Alice didn't look up from her baby. She didn't want to miss a moment of his sweet existence.

"Do you want to name him or let the parents pick for themselves?"

Alice's head shot up. "His name is Charles. I'm naming him Charles." The name was living in her head the moment she got to know it was going to be a boy.

"I see," She nodded. "I have already written your name on his file. Do you want to include the father's name?"

"No," She blurted out. "I...I can sort that out for myself later." She refused to put down Hal's name in respect to the true biological father. Hal may believe he sired the boy, but she preferred to leave that spot blank for now. She knew she had to sort out that little detail with FP before it was on paper.

"Ok, try to decide by tomorrow. There's a family coming tomorrow to meet the boy. If all goes well the quiet adoption will get sorted out then."

"No, I'm keeping him. I'm his mother." Alice held him protectively. She had no intention of letting him go.

"Oh, you've changed your mind?"

"Yes."

"Is this what you really want? You're young and he could go to a nice family that could give him what he needs."

"I don't care," Her face softened. She already thought long hard about it. "I want to keep my son." The look in her eyes was pleading her to let her have her son. "I'm his mother."

"Okay," Sister Woodhouse simply nodded. "We can work something out."

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