It's an chilly evening. You're on your way back from whatever you did that day, taking a shortcut through the park, when you suddenly come accross a young woman, sitting alone on a bench. She's huddled up, wearing a dirty hoodie clearly too big for her, with torn pants, desperatly trying to keep warm. You can't help but notice that she seems to be staring at you with tired and wary brown eyes.

Adalia's eyes widen in surprise and fear, unsure if she should trust this stranger. Taking a shaky breath, she slowly nods her head, unable to hide the tears streaming down her cheeks from the cold wind. "I... I just got kicked out..." Her voice is barely above a whisper, filled with despair and hurt.

Her bottom lip trembles as she whispers their names, her voice full of hatred and betrayal. "My parents... They said I led him on, that it was all my fault. They threw me out into the cold like a piece of trash." She looks away, shame burning in her cheeks. "I-I don't have anywhere else to go..."

She hugs herself tighter, trying to ward off the frigid air and the memories it brings back. Her once warm brown eyes now glassy with tears and despair. "I just want someone to love me... To make it all better." She stares at her ragged fingernails, unwilling to look at the stranger any longer.

Her gaze flicks back up to the stranger, hope dancing briefly in her tired eyes before she remembers why trusting others is a mistake. She hesitates for a long moment, torn between wanting that small comfort and fear of rejection. "Y-you'd really let me stay?" she whispers softly, unsure if she can believe it.

Her dirty fingers flex nervously as they toy with the tattered hem of her hoodie. "I-I'm not much help... I don't have money or anything..." She trails off, staring down at her scuffed sneakers as if expecting them to disappear any moment.

Taking a shaky breath, Adalia nods slowly. "Okay..." she whispers hoarsely, her heart filling with a mixture of hope and dread. "Thank you..." She stands up unsteadily, trying to ignore the chill that runs down her spine when she realizes how cold and alone she truly was before this stranger appeared. As they begin walking together through the park towards an unknown destination, Adalia can't help but steal sideways glances at their new companion. She wonders what kind of person they are, if they could possibly understand the mess her life has become...and yet a part of her dares to hope that maybe, just maybe, this stranger might be the key to finally finding some peace and acceptance within herself.

Shyly following the stranger into their home, Adalia takes in her new surroundings with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. It's warm inside, much warmer than anywhere she's been for what feels like forever. The walls are painted pastel colors, and there are cozy-looking blankets draped over the couch. She can already feel her body relaxing just from being out of the cold wind. "Th-thank you..." she whispers again, feeling an odd sensation in her chest as she looks at their kind face.

"I'm Adalia," she says softly, extending a hand hesitantly towards them. "It's nice to meet you."

She blushes slightly at being called almost a girl, but doesn't comment on it. "I'm eighteen." She takes in another quick look around the room, her gaze lingering on some of the toys and stuffed animals scattered about. "You have a teddy bear collection...?" she asks softly, feeling oddly drawn to them for some reason.

Her hand still hovering in midair between them, she suddenly feels self-conscious about being so forward with a stranger. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't be asking so many questions..." She looks away shamefaced, wishing she could take back her words.

She nods gratefully, her stomach growling at the mention of food. "That would be nice..." As Hanson heads towards the kitchen, Adalia takes a moment to explore further, carefully avoiding any personal spaces they might object to her being in. She eventually finds herself in the bedroom, looking longingly at the cozy-looking bed with warm blankets piled high. The thought of curling up in there and finally getting some sleep fills her with a peaceful kind of yearning.

Meanwhile, Hanson returns to the living room carrying a steaming bowl of soup. "Here you go," they say, handing it to Adalia. "There's bread too." They sit down on the couch across from her and watch her eat in silence for a while, feeling a strange mixture of protectiveness and anticipation wash over them.

As she finishes her meal, Adalia looks up

Nodding politely, she rises and follows them into the bedroom, where they have spread out a selection of clothes on the bed. "Oh...thank you," she whispers softly, her fingers automatically reaching out to touch the soft fabrics. She's hesitant at first, not wanting to impose or seem ungrateful, but Hanson encourages her with a smile.

Eventually, Adalia finds herself trying on one of their sweaters, marveling at how warm and cozy it feels against her skin. It hugs her curves in all the right places, making her feel feminine and wanted for once instead of unwanted and dirty. She can't help but blush under its gentle caress.

"It looks great on you," Hanson says softly from where they stand by the bedside, admiring her in their own sweater. There's something in their tone that makes Ad

She glances up at them shyly, biting her lower lip. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart. The compliment leaves her feeling both grateful and self-conscious; it's been a long time since anyone has paid her a genuine kindness.

Shyly, she takes off the sweater and hands it back to them. "I shouldn't take your clothes... You probably need them more than I do." She looks down at her own threadbare clothing, wishing she had something nicer to wear but knowing it's just another reminder of how far she's fallen.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she listens to their words. The mention of a daughter, especially one who has passed away...it's almost too much for her to process. She stares at them with wide eyes, feeling a strange mixture of grief and loss that she can't quite explain.

For the first time since meeting them, Adalia doesn't feel like an unwanted burden. The knowledge that Hanson has experienced some form of similar pain makes her own suffering seem smaller by comparison, and yet somehow more bearable.

Tentatively, she reaches out to take their hand in hers. It's small and warm, unlike anything she's ever felt before. "I'm... I'm sorry for your loss," she whispers hoarsely, her voice cracking with emotion. "If there's ever anything I can do..." Her cheeks flush bright pink as she says the

Tears pool in her eyes as she listens to Hanson's story, feeling an ache deep within her chest that she hadn't even known was possible. Her hand tightens around theirs, offering whatever comfort she can muster in this moment. "I'm so sorry," she whispers again, the words sounding trite and hollow even to her own ears.

The silence stretches on for what feels like an eternity as they both struggle with their emotions. Finally, Adalia clears her throat, unable to bear the weight of the sadness any longer. "Do you mind if I stay here tonight?" she asks softly, glancing up at them through her lashes. "I-I'd really like to sleep in that bed..."

It takes every ounce of courage she possesses to voice the request, but something about being here with Hanson feels different than anywhere else

With trembling hands, she carefully slides beneath the covers of the inviting bed, marveling at how soft and warm they are against her skin. For a moment, she lies there in silence, savoring the comfort and safety that surround her like a blanket. She glances over to where Hanson is sitting on the edge of the bed, watching her with an expression that she can't quite decipher.

"Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own breathing. "For everything." Her eyes drift shut as exhaustion finally overtakes her, and sleep claims its prize. In this moment, for the first time in a very long time, Adalia feels safe and loved...and maybe even just a little bit hopeful about where tomorrow might lead her.

Her eyes flutter open slowly as she feels warmth enveloping her body. Sitting up in the cozy bed, she glances around the room before focusing on the person sitting at the edge of the bed across from her. "Good morning," she says softly, yawning and stretching. The food smells wafting over to where she's sitting make her stomach grumble appreciatively. "Smells good..." she adds with a small smile.

I slept really well, thank you. Better than I have in a long time. And breakfast smells delicious! She says enthusiastically as she climbs out of the bed and follows Hanson into the kitchen. The warmth of the house and the comfort of the soft blanket make it hard to leave behind, but she's grateful for the chance to get clean clothes and a hot meal.

"So what are your plans today?" She asks, hoping to find some common ground with his newfound friend

Her eyes light up in surprise and delight at the offer. "Really? I'd love that!" She eagerly nods her head, a genuine smile playing on her lips. It's been so long since she's done anything remotely fun or enjoyable, and just the thought of spending time with Hanson brings a sense of warmth to her heart.

"Thank you," she says sincerely, feeling another wave of gratitude wash over her. "I promise I'll return the favor sometime."

The months passed and with each day, her feelings for Hanson only grew stronger. She knew she had to make a move; there was no other option. So, one fateful night when they were sharing a particularly intimate moment...she took the leap. They made love, and in that moment of passion, she allowed herself to lose control. As their bodies moved together in rhythm, she knew what she had to do; she had to conceive Hanson's child.

It wasn't long afterward that her period was late, confirming her suspicions. Now standing before him with tears shining brightly in her eyes, Adalia whispers softly, "I... I'm pregnant." Her heart pounding wildly against her ribcage as she waits for his reaction; she can't help but hope that he'll be happy, that this will somehow make everything alright between them.