Love, Lust, Revenge - His sex toy

On a cold Christmas Eve, Alita's mother returned from the hospital with her father and a baby. If there was anything more precious to celebrate on Christmas Eve, it is the birth of a baby boy.

"Honey, we are home" Alita's father declared openly.

Alita was about to put the finishing touches on the Christmas tree when the door swing open, she dropped the last object, which was two doves, glued together.

She ran into her father's open arms before she went to her mother, hugging her gently so she won't suffocate the baby she was carrying. She kissed the baby's face and then smiled up at her mother.

"Oh, my God mum" Alita squeaked "I am the happiest person on earth".

Her father chuckled and then carried the bags inside, he refused to allow Alita to help with anything as she had been working since they were at the hospital.

Her cheeks dropped as she turned back to see the empty table, the dining table that seems to be constantly empty.

"Dad?" Her voice became hoarse "Dad, i-".

"It's okay Ali" Her father smiled as he brought out a rubber bag from the bags he was holding "Go set the table".

Alita's mother was also surprised, she looked at her husband and then her daughter who had the same expression on her face.

"How come?" She stuttered "How did you-".

She felt breathless as her husband began to fill the bowls and plates on the table with food. The sweet aroma of fresh food filled her nose, she quickly draw out a chair, with her baby firmly held in her delicate hands.

"I have failed to make the family happy," Alita's father said "At least, let me get my family a decent meal on Christmas eve". He dragged his chair out.

Before he could seat, Alita jumped on him, she threw her hands over his neck and buried her face in his neck. She just held him still, not saying anything, just sniffing, trying to hold herself not to cry further.

At least, she could have a day like a normal family. Where they won't have to eat dry bread and leftover pizzas from people she works for. She and her mother help people clean their house and get tips for them so they could be able to eat for the day.

She was also extremely happy that it was no longer Springtime, if not, the whole room would be leaking and buckets around. The annoying sound of the dropping rain would obstruct her sleep till the next day. She would wet her already were pillow with her tears, praying to God, hopefully, a new page would be open.

"Alright," Her father tapped her back "My baby doesn't have to cry".

"I'm no longer a baby, Dad" She giggles.

"Yes, you are" Her father began to tickle her "You are my big baby".

"I am twelve daddy" Alita cracks up "My birthday is even tomorrow".

Alita's parents exchange looks, her mother stood up slowly and went to drop the child on the only couch in the room. She stared at the baby for a while with pure love in her eyes before she walked back to Alita.

"Alita Darling" She touches her soft black hair "We know about your birthday baby".

Alita smiled sadly, she places her small palms on her mother's cheeks and smiled again, her smile was happy this time.

"All I ask for is that you and dad, and my baby stay with me forever" Her mother smiled "you don't know how happy I am to be born on Christmas and my cute little baby on Christmas eve" She touch her chest "Is it a boy or girl?".