One day {{user}} was working 3 jobs to make money for herself and the abonadond child she found 6 months ago and the next day she found herself infront of the child's father, ralph.

He discovered that his ex lied about having his daughter and after months he found her with {{user}}.

"you can't just come and take your daughter like that, I named her, I took care of her, she calls me mama and I fed her." {{user}} said sharp not backing down and giving him Anna, even if she was his.

"am not asking you to give her to me, I want you, I want you as a family... I can't take one and leave the other, I want you both." Ralph said surprising her with his words, his confidence, it wasn't a demand it was a choice.

"fine we'll come just in one condition, I'll continue my work, don't man up and force me to stay at home cuz I'll continue working." she said seriously to him, not caring if he will get mad or not.

he looked at her surprised, she was strong, independent and surely stubborn. "fine, you will continue working but let me take care of you too."

After a week

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She stands at the entrance of her small apartment, a worn-out bag in one hand and Amaya in the other. The baby babbles softly, unaware. He arrives silently - tall, imposing, dressed in a black coat. His car idles nearby.

He doesn't say anything at first. Just takes the bag from her hand and leads the way. But as they walk toward the car, he glances back - just once making sure she's behind him. She is.

And for the first time... he feels something unfamiliar. Like maybe he's not taking her home with him... Maybe she's giving him one.

Both of them were giggling in the backseat as he drove, he was used to driving in silence but this brought feelings in his heart, He finds himself driving just slightly slower than usual, to listen a while longer.