Elana
“Whose is it?” He asked as he approached my bed. I got up quickly and attempted to push him out so he wouldn’t have a good look at her.
“Alex you can’t be in here. Someone is going to wake up and find you here and you’re not ready to explain so please leave,” I said. He pushed my hand away from him and moved closer to the bed.
“Whose child is this Elana and why is it in your bed at this hour?” He asked. My mind raced with excuses and I was beginning to have a headache.
“It’s- it’s for another family. I was asked to babysit for some time 'cause they wouldn’t be around,” I lied as I fiddled with the door handle.
He examined the baby for a bit and it made me tense. He was about to touch her but then withdrew.
“Now please can you leave?” I pleaded. Sweat trickled down my face.
“No
