AFTER SHE GAVE BIRTH, TEENAGER LEFT HER BABY AT THE HOSPITAL

Nancy was waiting for her time to go, as her shift was about to be over. She was exhausted that day, as she was a hardworking nurse. She was sitting behind her desk, and trying to fight away her sleep.

Suddenly, she saw a shade at the enterance. It was raining outside. With the lightning, there were some light at the enterance, and Nancy saw a pregnant woman who was soaking wet waiting outside.

“Oh god, are you OK?” She rushed towards the pregnant woman.

“My-my water broke…” the pregnant woman couldn’t speak, “I’m Rosaline.”

Nancy said to Rosaline, “OK, I need you to relax, Rosaline,” and helped her as she walked her to a room. Then it turned out that Rosaline was only 18 years old.

After the arrangements were made, it was time for birth.

“Young mommy, huh?” Nancy smiled, “Don’t worry; we got you! Push!”

In seconds, the screams of Rosaline stopped, and a baby cry was heard. She had a son.

“Steven…That’s what I’ll call him,” Rosaline said, as she hugged to her baby boy.

“After his father?” Nancy asked.

“No, not at all. It’s in honor of my friend,” Rosaline said.

“Alright, Mommy and baby Steven, rest now, I’ll go finish the paperwork, and if you need anything, just press the call button, and I’ll come over, OK?”

Then Nancy left the room, as she left mother and son alone for rest. On the next morning, Nancy wa shocked, because Rosaline was gone, as she left her son in the room.

As she walked towards Steven, she found a note, which was written, “Nancy, please take care of Steven. I was compelled to leave him, but I will come back. I’ve left the diamond as security. When I return, I will give you $100,000 and take Steven back. Don’t involve the police or seek the truth. Just take care of my son. Please.”

In his cot, Steven was sleeping in peace. After Nancy informed the authorities about the incident, she was sure that Steven was going to be sent to foster care, so Nancy volunteered to care Steven, as she talked a lot and after many paperworks, the arrangements were made.

As Nancy couldn’t leave Steven alone, after what Rosaline asked for, she had some problems while parenting. She had some sleepless night.

But she was forgetting everything after looking at Steve, as he was a lovely boy. As she was afraid of letting Steven go, after a year, she was relieved that Rosaline would not return.

Two years passed by quickly, as Nancy was loving Steven as if he was her own. She never felt like he was an adopted boy.

At the third birthday of Steven, Nancy threw a party for her son. As she prepared the house with decorations, and she baked the cake, she heard the knock on the door.

“Coming!” She yelled, and opened the door. She was shocked, she recognized the woman who was standing at her doorstep.

“Rosaline?” She said.

“Hi, Nancy,” Rosaline said. “I’m sorry I didn’t keep my word. I was supposed to return in a year, but—”

“What are you doing here?” Nancy cut her.

“Steven…my son…I’m here for him. Here,

“$300,000. I promised $100,000 for a year, but it’s been three years, so here’s your $300,000.”

“I don’t want any money, Rosaline,” Nancy said, “You can’t just abandon a child and then come back three years later as if nothing has happened.”

“Look, I…I understand. And I’m truly sorry. Please hear me out. I can explain why It took me so long…” Rosaline said, as she started to talk about past.

As Rosaline wake up in the morning, she was feeling the morning sickness and had fatigue. As she thought that she was sick, later she thought that she might be pregnant.

As she took a test, she saw that she was pregnant, at the age of 17. She was pregnant from a one night stand. She wasn’t even remembering the man she had sex with. She was too drunk.

As she was crying, her mother hugged Rosaline, “It’s OK, honey…”

“Pack your things and get out of my house! You’re a disgrace to this family, and I don’t want to see you.” Her father was mean, when he learned that Rosaline was pregnant.

“Dad…” she tried to talk, “I…I was—”

“I don’t want to hear a word from you!” Her father shouted, By morning, you should be gone from here!”

That night she packed her belongings, and she left. As she didn’t had much money, she booked a motel room for the night. She tried to find a job for herself.

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