Chapter 8 Tiny Morning Person
MIA
I walked quietly towards my bag which is on the floor. I picked it up and took out my phone.
I placed my bag back and went through my phone as I moved towards the toilet.
I saw a text from Mary. I stripped down my panties, raised my dress, and sat on the toilet seat as I opened the text.
I relieved myself as I read the text.
"Mia, hey. How are you? Did he help you out? I haven't heard from you. Is he helping you get your job back?"
I heaved a sigh, feeling my heart ache at the thought of Axel.
He hasn't even called me since I left his place.
This is happening.
What kind of boyfriend is he?
Did he lie when he said he loved me? I understand him.
I shook my head and typed a simple text to Mary before switching off my phone.
I got on my feet, flushed the toilet, placed my phone on the window, and took off my panties completely. I took off my dress as well and moved closer to the showers which are not far from my toilet.
I took a quick shower before heading out with a towel wrapped around my body. Closing the bathroom door, I stared at my new friend on the bed.
He is sound asleep.
I moved quietly to my closet and took out my old red nightgown. I wiped my body dry before putting on and also another panties.
I dried my hair with the towel before putting it away.
I quietly walked towards the bed. I got on it very gently and quietly while staring at my little friend. I lay next to him carefully, making sure my body doesn't touch his.
Which is hard because the bed is a single bed. I managed to lie down properly and it didn't wake him.
I reached for his hair and brushed my fingers on it.
He stirred, making me freeze as he turned his sleeping face to me.
I withdrew my hand and rested it on my waist as I stared at him.
His tiny lips are apart a bit and he is letting out tiny snores. I smiled at his cuteness.
If I think about my day, I avoided coming home because it makes me sadder.
But I came back with this poor little thing. And I don't feel sad at all.
Just distracted.
Adorably distracted.
I let out a sigh, relaxing carefully so I don't wake him.
I closed my eyes and gave in to sleep.
NEXT DAY.....
I furrowed my brows the minute I felt tiny hands in a cloth hitting my face. I heard the baby talk as well, reminding me of my little friend.
I opened my eyes and the rays of the sun pierced my eyes.
I got more hits on my face from the tiny hands.
What the....
"Okay, okay, I am up," I held his hands which were lost in the huge cardigan sleeves.
But he still managed to use them.
I looked at him.
His pretty blue eyes are on me. He kept saying whatever he was saying.
"You are the biggest morning person I have ever seen,"
He kept on talking and talking.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. And good morning to you too," I said, sitting up and taking off the cardigan.
"There. The cold night is over," I said.
He stared at the cardigan in my hands.
I reached for his cheek and pinched it slightly.
He cried, moving his face away and I withdrew my hand instantly.
"Oops. Sorry. You don't like that, do you?"
His eyes moved to my hair. He reached for it and began to pull.
"No, no, no," I held his hand. "I don't like that," I said, unwrapping his hand from my locks.
I got out of bed and knelt close to it. His eyes were on me.
I pointed at him. "Don't pull my hair and I won't pinch your cheek. Even though they are pretty tempting to pinch."
He stared at me.
I dimmed my eyes. "Got it?"
He moved his eyes, trying to dim them like I dimmed mine.
I scoffed. "Got it?!" I snapped a bit.
His lips formed a smile.
My shoulders fell.
"Aww. You smiled,"
He moved his hands up and down, letting out meaningless talk.
"You are so adorable. And you don't cry a lot. I like that."
He kept on talking.
I heaved a sigh. "Too bad I will be taking you to the police station today. I could use a tiny roommate, you know."
He grabbed the cardigan and began playing with it.
I chuckled.
"Even though you were here for a night, I think I am going to miss you."
He looked at me as he moved the cardigan to his mouth.
I sucked my teeth and put his hand down from my mouth.
"But you have to go home. Plus I could barely feed myself for a month. You added will be a huge problem. And babies can't starve. It is bad."
He struggled to put the cardigan in his mouth again.
"No, buddy," I said, taking the cardigan from him.
And I earned myself a cry.
"It is not food."
He kept crying.
"I will make you cereals, okay?"
His cry increased.
Oh gosh.
I quickly got on my feet and picked him up.
I twirled around and squealed happily. He stopped crying and rested his eyes on me.
"You like that?"
He kept staring at me.
I twirled again and squealed.
He chuckled.
I chuckled at his cuteness.
"There you go. Let's go make breakfast. Then you have your bath, and fix yourself in some clothes. Ish. And then we go to the station. Yeah." I moved towards the kitchen with him in my arms.
I sang my favorite song by Tyler Swift, moving to the song as I fix the meal.
Time went by and I was done with everything.
I placed him on the bed after putting him in his onesie and my old socks.
I wore them when I was two. Funny I still have them.
I took them with me when I left home. I wanted it to be one of the things that reminded me of home.
Giving it away now won't hurt. I have other things to do.
This little body can't go with its legs exposed.
The soaks are oversized but it's better than nothing.
I wish I had more socks to cover his hands.
Oh well. Hopefully before nightfall, the officers would have gotten him something better to where.
I stood straight and stared at him.
He is looking at me.
"You look great, buddy."
His eyes fell on his socks and he began to pull them.
"No, no, don't pull," I said, leaning down and fixing the socks.
"They are perfect the way they are," I said, smiling at him.
His eyes rested on me.
My shoulders fell. "I know it is too sudden and all but I am going to miss you."
He kept staring at me.
I pouted.
My phone beeped, making me deep my hand into my mom's jean pocket. I took my phone and I saw a voice text from Axel.
My heart reacted as I clicked on it and played it.
"Hey, Mia. I spoke to my mom about your job."
I braced myself.