Baby porcelain doll, the last one her daughter had ever held, burst into sharp shards as it hit the floor
Releasing so many emotions in her, some she thought she had closed within that small casket
Everyone around her just stopped and stared, silent, not knowing what to do or say
As she watched those pieces scatter she started drowning in a psychological flood
Keeping the tears away was impossible as she felt something inside of her…
How many bunnies would she see in the morning?
Or maybe baby chicks wandering the yard
Perhaps she would see neither, but their chocolate and jellybean relics will remain
He normally didn’t care about his reputation
Others could go screw themselves if they wanted to judge him
Now though, his whole world was flipped upside-down
On this day he had become a father
Responsible to this precious little girl…
The enormity of the situation was not lost on Joy.
It made everyone around her pause and take notice of how bad it was getting
Nothing in her life had prepared her for what was to come
Yet the feel of her baby daughter’s hand wrapped around her finger gave her hope.
The money wasn’t everything. Okay, who was he trying to fool.
Really it was all about the money, but he didn’t have to admit it.
Under normal circumstances he wouldn’t have to work a day in his life.
Such was the life of a fund baby. all thanks to grandma.
That was before he put his faith in his lawyer and that prenup agreement.
Love came down as a baby
Igniting a beacon in the night
Giving hope to those in the darkness
Hope to those that had lost it
That all could find their way back home
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The simple sound of a baby crying pierced the night, causing Bob to bleed from his stubbed toe as he became the first responder. The little bundle of joy was empty of joy, and thus the alarm was going off, but Bob couldn’t find the off switch, even after changing the wet encasing. He tried moving it around to activate the snooze, but that didn’t work either. Soon he decided that the alarm was a low energy notice. He plugged the baby into the recharging device and watched the fluid level on the device drain to zero. The recharge worked, as the baby went back into low power sleep mode. Bob thought about putting the baby where it belonged but worried that the jostling alarm had been reset, and he was worried about setting it off. Instead, he closed his eyes and snuggled the sleeping baby close to his heart.
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After the Max’s trial, Cindy felt vindicated
Finally life could get back to normal
That normal of course would include a baby
Everything up till this moment had been focused on getting back at Max
Reality of what was next was now settling in
Motherhood with the father locked out of their life
Alyssa had volunteered to help, something about how Cindy had saved her
That had confused Cindy, but she was thankful for the company
Her baby kicked her, reminding Cindy that it was time for life to go on
Being there when you came into this world
I remember thinking how tiny you were
Red and screaming about being rudely ripped from your motherly home
The planet has come full circle around our star
Here I am encircled around your little finger
Day after day I watch your amazing metamorphosis
As you grow up so very fast
Yet you will always be my baby girl
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