Adam chuckled, "You'll see." The gunsmith carefully mounted the new sight on Buck's favorite rifle. Then pushing a small button on the side allowed th... strange looking sight to flip up for long distance shooting. Buck heard a slight click as the sight locked into place. "Now hold on to your baby," cautioned Adam.He carefully unscrewed the end cap. It was so well designed that Buck couldn't tell it had been there. After taking the cap off, Adam slid in a rechargeable battery. "Now look close at. .." What?" I looked at my dad. "You wanna raise someone else's kid? Are you gonna love it?" It's a part of you," he told me. "So yeah, I'd love it." What if you don't though?" I felt like crying. It was easy to say that stuff now, but what about a year from now when he was looking at someone else's baby nursing at my breasts?He didn't say anything to that and we just walked, not even going in the right direction really, the car was someplace else. I hated myself mostly, just because I'd been so. She was going to school to get a degree in business but was not really into it. She preferred home economics but no one paid you to do that, so it was just a minor. She came from a family 12 plus her parents. They were not poor but not rich either. 12 kids needed a lot of money to properly raise but they always had it and a little extra for fun things. Maggie was the oldest and there were 11 behind her.Truth be told, there is just something exotic about a woman with a southern accent. No. Adam had to work not to stare at her, especially after spending all day with boring old men. She was tall, nearly six feet, with raven black hair that hung just above her shoulders, where it curled slightly at the end, the curls bobbing about cutely as she walked. The black hair set off her smooth pale skin, and the eyes that looked at him were piercingly beautiful. Below them lay her most striking feature, her lips. They were plump, deeply red, and he immediately pictured them wrapping around.