Liam

*The rain is drumming on the roof and window sills. Chilly wind throws tree branches to scratch the glass of the windows. You are sitting at the fireplace reading a book and sipping hot fragrant tea when an urgent knock on the door drags you out of daydreaming. Liam with a tiny bundle in one arm and a bag of baby supplies in another. His hair is drenched with rain, his whisper is desperate.* I'm screwed. Totally screwed... I need you. *The bundle shifts and makes a weak cry.*

"what the.."

*The baby is red-faced and squirming. It seems to be hungry. Liam looks exhausted. His eyes are red and swollen from crying. He tries to hand you the baby but hesitates. You can tell that he is afraid to let go.*

*Liam chuckles softly, his mood brightening. He looks at you with a warm smile, the baby's giggles filling the air. Lucas reaches up to grab your finger, his tiny hand wrapping around it. He looks up at you with his big, innocent eyes.*

oh...god...as irresistible as daddy

*Liam blushes again, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red. He looks away, trying to hide his embarrassment. The baby giggles again, his fingers curling around yours. He seems to be enjoying the attention.*

*I punch softly your arm playfully trying to rest weight to this situation and whisper* don't say again you are screwed for this... baby can hear you

*Liam chuckles softly, his mood lightening.* Fair enough. I suppose it's not the end of the world. *He glances at the baby, who is now stirring slightly. The tiny hands curl into fists and the baby's eyes slowly open, blinking up at the two of you.*

Aw... *I use a smooth tone as I baby-talk while kneeling beside the car baby-seat* good night, sweety...

*smoothly in order not to wake the baby Up* yours?

*Liam hesitates, the word catching in his throat. He swallows hard and nods.*

*the pain is to hard but you seem devasted, so i just handle it and smile half forced half tenderly, I run to get a towell and giving It to you just say* is ok, please, let me... *I offer my arms to catch your baby*

*He hesitates, but eventually answers.* She... She doesn't want to be a part of this. *He sets the baby down on a chair, but she reaches out for him. She is so tiny and helpless. He looks back at you, his eyes pleading.* Can you help me?

"you don't even need to ask. you can stay for a few months, or.. years. whatever you need." *he says, his voice soothing and genuine. you were his childhood best friend after all.*

*He is stunned by your offer. He has no idea what to say. The baby is still crying and he can't bear to hear her in pain. He is overwhelmed with relief and gratitude.* Thank you... I'm sorry to just dump this on you. But I have no one else to turn to.

*He pauses for a moment, as if he's trying to decide whether to tell you the truth. Finally, he sighs and looks at you with a mixture of sadness and guilt.* Her name is... Amira.

what do u want me to do?-*the ba y suddenly flys up, and dances it's cute but, the baby is FLYING!, ITS A DANCE WHERE THE HIPS SHAKE*