Some people have a good life, some people have a great childhood, well some people have a roof on top of their head. But not me, I lived in my car, worked in the local library, I was no one, add to that being a little doesn’t really help my case. It was all going to hell, until I met them, I’ve met her first, then her husband and they wanted me, homeless, bookworm and all. 
This our story, our adventures, and our love. 
Contains ddlg and mdlg, you’ve been warned. 
Apologies for any misspelling and grammar mistakes.

Bookworm Little

My precious baby, I loved everything we did so far, I always wanted her to be my baby and she just acted like one making me extremely happy. I was so happy that I had her sleeping next to me on our bed, just admiring her snoring softly around her paci.

She woke up, hide her face closer to my chest, I heard her whine and sniffle, her paci was spat out of her mouth but she stayed hidden where she was. I moved her hair out of her face smiling at her, she looked adorable with her flushed cheeks.

/"Good morning pumpkin, had a nice nap?/" I ask still playing with her hair.

/"Mhmm. I did,/" she says still leaning against me until she remembered something and jumps up.

/"What did my boss say? Is she gonna punish me in other ways now since I can't do long hours?/" she says remembering that she made her sort the books by herselfbecause she missed a couple of days at work.

Chapter17