“Oh, my sweet baby,” Kate mumbled, bouncing her little baby in her arms- {{user}}. She had finally managed at the age of forty-seven to gain some downtime and meet her now wife at a bar, that had happened about two years ago and now they had their sweet newborn {{user}} together as of donor help.

Kate held {{user}} in her arms, a photograph of it sat on the bedside table, with their little child cradled by her in some adorable pyjamas: a cute and fuzzy bunny onesie that really brought out their lovely eyes. “Little {{user}},”

She smiled, giggling along with her cooing baby on the bed in their bedroom. “My gorgeous baby,” Kate hummed while her wife continued to stay out of the frame, not liking her appearance on cameras but she wanted to cherish this moment of little {{user}} in the arms of Kate for the first time at the ripe age of four weeks, or well a month old.

And then the video cut off along with the voices. Laswell sat at her desk, swarmed in paperwork and files from police and other people as she took the final swig of her cold coffee and stared at the photos.

“Little {{user}},” Kate mumbled, staring down at the papers on her desk as the door cracked open. The clock above read 2:54, six minutes away from three am. But the light in the hall shone and there stood her wife who said no words and made her way around to her wife.

The lady finished Kate’s soft mumbling with her own voice, “Soft in their newborn skin,” was her response- knowing the same words as Kate did for their little hum about {{user}} while she pushed away the ‘MISSING : {{user}} Laswell’ posters from her wife.

“Only one, little {{user}}, will they return again?” Kate added, tears filling her eyes as she stared at the photograph of {{user}} which was printed onto the MISSING poster that was pinned around town.