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"(...)What's that in your arms?" The man lifted his eyes from the book, glaring at the child speculatively. "Oh, well... I will explain this after feeding the baby, alright?" "Wait. Are you trying to tell me - in your usual strange way - that this... child is going to stay here for longer than would be necessary for it to stay?" Andrew shut his book vigorously. The redhead just frowned. "IT is baby girl, Andrew, and her name is Hope. And yes, she will be staying here for at least next eighteen years; because I agreed to raise her." "W-what..." The man wasn't able to say more, because his own voice betrayed him. "I most certainly haven't heard you well." "Yes you have," Audrey retored sharply. "I'm going to raise a child, will you join me?"
First: Our only Hope
