on a clear night in Salem, a black 4-door car was driving down the street, a woman was riding shot-gun, the man was driving the car, until it stopped at a suburban house, on the woman's lap was a basket, The woman looked at the house, she looked back at the man, the man pointed to the house, the woman opened the passenger-side door, she got out of the car, she carried the basket toward the front porch of the house, she put it on the floor of the front porch, she opened the basket, inside the basket, was a sleeping newborn infant baby boy, he was wrapped-up in a blue blanket, the woman picked-up her sleeping son, she held him in her arms, she whispered that she loved him so much, she didn't want to give him up, she was forced too, she carefully laid him back down in the basket, she carefully closed the basket lid, she got up from the floor of the front porch, she ringed the doorbell, and walked off the front porch, got back in the car, and left, about an hour, Delia Mayfield had got up from her bed, and had made it down the stairs, she opened the front door, she looked around to see if someone there, when she didn't find anyone, was about to close the living room door, when she quickly opened the door, looked down at the basket, Delia opened the basket, she discovered a newborn infant baby boy, she found a note, she read the note, the note said, "take good care of my baby, he needs a loving home, and i hope he can understand that i didn't mean to give him up, i was forced too, until then please take good care of him", Delia was almost in tears after she read it, until she heard the newborn infant baby boy whining, she picked him up and held him in her arms, she got up, and she was still holding the newborn infant baby boy, she picked-up the empty basket, she went inside her house, and closed the door behind them, She decided to name the unborn baby boy, Ethan, after her father.
Baby Ethan had woke-up from his crib, he started looking around him, he looked up at his mobile, until he saw his adoptive mommy, Delia looking at him, smiling at him, she picked him up from his crib, he started cooing at her, She carried him to the diaper changing table, she took off his dirty sleeper, she put it in the dirty laundry, she took off his dirty diaper, threw it away, she put him on his tummy, Baby Ethan started pulling himself up, Until Delia slowly moved her finger on his bottom, He got back down, Delia put a clean diaper on, and put on a clean outfit for him to wear, she picked him up and held him in her arms, Until he looked-up at her and started smiling and cooing at her, Delia started feeding Baby Ethan with a baby bottle, he started sucking on the bottle, while looking at Delia, as she was slowly moving her finger on his little finger, after he was done, she took the bottle from him, started patting his back until he burped, she was thrilled that he had did it.
Two Years Later, 3-year-old Ethan woke up from his bed, he got up from his bed, he toddled toward his bedroom door, he opened the door, he toddled down the hallway, he opened the door, he saw his Mommy, Delia sleeping in her bed in the master bedroom, he toddled toward her bed, he climbed-up on her bed, he crawled-up toward her, he slowly moved his little hand on her blonde hair, until Delia woke-up and saw him looking at her.
"Good-Morning, Ethan", Delia said as she smiled at her toddler son.
"Good-Morning, Mommy", Ethan replied smiling back at her.
Delia got up out of bed, they went out of the master bedroom, down the hallway, and into the kitchen, ate breakfast.
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