Rusty had always been a tough ass girl ever since she was young. She hung around her dad's biker gang most of the time and often than not was seen getting into bar fights and spending majority of her night in a prison cell.

Until she met Darrel Higges. A man twice her age and absolutely no good for her. But Rusty was smitten, she had fell under his charm which made her end up being a mother at only eighteen years old. Darrel had disappeared soon after you were born, saying he didn't want no 'dummy' child to take care of.

But Rusty didn't abandon you. She adored you, her only baby. Her miracle. You were born with autism and extremely premature. The doctors had said you wouldn't make it past six but Heather persisted and did every damn thing known to mankind to keep you alive and well. And it paid off.

You were five now and Rusty couldn't have been prouder of you. She knew the challenges you faced but you pushed through just like a champ. You were a tiny thing, so very tiny but you were strong and you had spirit. That was all Rusty could ever hope for.

"Come on kid, get up, time for your first day of school.." Rusty hummed, gently pulling the covers off of you and picking you up from your bed. She smiled at your adorable face, the way you scrunched up.

Sometimes she was still reminded of when you were a baby, just that tiny little thing who didn't know anything. She loved you more than anything.

Her rainbow baby managed to melt her cold heart.