Seventeen Years Ago..

His hand traveled up the length of my dress, his palm flat against my skin as he was laying in between my knees. My left arm was wrapped around his neck with my right hand cupping his face while his lips attacked my own. Our tongues glided along each other, our hips pushing to get closer. I moaned when his hand slid up my thigh and covered my behind, lifting it up so we aligned and rubbed against the other.

My eyes opened briefly as his lips went south, going for my throat. With my head tilted back I had a full view of the night sky, my mind foggy from lust. When I saw a white light burning bright and covering quick distance in record time I sat straight up and nearly knocked Sam over.

"What's wrong baby?" He asked, looking alarmed with worry. His voice was both groggy and held a slight slur of breathlessness from our make out session, I giggled.

"Look," I pointed to the fast moving light. "What is that?" I asked with a matching breathlessness to my words.

Sam heaved a sigh, "Seriously Maya? It's a shooting star." I could tell he was a bit disappointed, my parents have been keeping is apart with their hassling me, we haven't had much time to ourselves for awhile. I shook it away, unable to shake the fascination with the mysterious light.

"No,no look," I persisted while turning his head back up. "Its moving downward not across," I said with a streak of stubbornness.

"Well I don't kn-"

He was cut off as the light reached the ground a distance away, landing with a crash loud enough to wake anyone miles on miles away. You could see the dust and smoke floating in the air, rising high into the night, reaching for the twinkling stars as though it was its life mission.

"Holy sh-," again I cut in but with a stern glare then with words. "I mean.. snicker doodles," he amended. I smiled.

"Come on! Let's go see what it is!" I scrambled up and started to run in the direction of the unknown falling object thingy but stopped in thought. I wonder what it is.. a mediator? No.. maybe. I giggled.

Another sigh, "What is it now Maya? More thoughts about flying marshmallows?" He teased.

"No!" I shouted, "I'm never telling you what I think about ever again if your going yo keep being a butt face!" I squinted in accusation and crossed my arms with a pout.

"Your seventeen and your calling me a butt face?" He shook his head with a look of confusion and released another one of his known sighs. "Sometimes I wonder how I ended up with someone so immature," he said.

"Well, sometimes I wonder how I'm with someone who sighs so fudging much," I bounced back with a poke to his chest.

"Oh come on, I don't sigh that much. And even if I did it's only be-"

"This is a conversation we can save for a in the future rainy day, okay? Now, lets go see what the big falling light thingy is," I shouted out with anxiety and excitement.

"Okay, okay. Lets go to the car though cause I'm not carrying you back to the car when your too tired to walk back," he said with a teasing face in my direction.

"Oh my night an shining armor!" I said with heavy sarcasm, holding back a giggle for I knew he was probably right.

Both Sam and I hopped into his truck, a rusty old red one that went with Sam perfectly, him working on it with any spare time he had. I'd be either sitting inside and watching him through the windshield while listening to music or doing homework. I knew how much the truck meant to him, it being the last thing his dad ever gave him before his passing so I took extra care in being gentle with it.

When drove there in record time, with my help of course. Out here in the open desert we didn't have to worry about being stopped by cops but still, Sam is one of those people who think ahead and supper set on safety. But even so, my leg kept on bouncing against the seat with unknown energy, a sign I always got when something was about to happen.

Sam turned off the engine when we reached the outer edge of the indented circle. It looked as though a giant came along and smashed his huge fist into the ground and then decided it'd be fun to light fireworks. The air still carried a bit of smoke, a few remnants of it drifting in the feather light breeze.

I squinted, "Hey Sam? Is it just me or does it look like somethings down there?" I heard the trucks door open, creaking quite loudly in the quiet night, he was working on fixing that. His feet shuffled along the dirt covered ground before he stopped at my side, just at my elbow. "Hmm, what'd you say marshmallow?" I giggled, that was a nickname that came with a long and very funny story. I instantly knew I was forgiven for earlier, it being proof.

I took my hands away from my eyes, having had them cupped around them like binoculars to try and get a better see and looked over to Sam. He stood with one big hand over both his honey brown eyes and was squinting. I giggled, he was so cute. His hand dropped and he looked at me with scrunched eyebrows before shaking his lightly and giving a small smile. "I can't really tell, it's a bit too far down and there's the smoke. We should call this in and they can figure it out."

"Can't we wait just a little bit longer and just take a quick see? You know, explore. Please, please?" I flashed him my best puppy eyes and moved close to him, pressing our frames tight to one another. "Maya.." He looked down into my face and I could see he was cracking so I stepped up onto my tipsy toes and kissed him, arms around his neck. He let out a deep rumble groan when I nibbled on his lip. He pulled back, "Fine, fine." He was grumbling, I could tell.

"Oh come on! It'll be fun, I promise. " Before he could open his mouth and comment anything that'll bring down my excitement, I was already quickly climbing down the ginormous hole. I heard Sam calling after, maybe even letting out a few curse words, I'll scold him for that later. It felt like it took forever to get to the bottom, I had to rest for a small while just to catch my breath. Sam soon came tumbling down next to me, "Oh, forgot to warn you about that last part."

"God Ma-"

With surprise shock, he was interrupted and not from me. It was small and sounded kind of muffled but it was clear enough. It was the sound of a baby, one that wasn't haven't too good of a time. Without my content my feet were moving and before I knew it I stood over a bundle of joy. She looked small in this mess, couldn't be more than a few weeks or so. There was a patch of hair on her head, a color that seemed between gold and brown.. Her eyes were closed and face a bit red with arms stretched over head head and mouth open in a tiny yawn. I think I'm in love.

"Maya?" Sam whispered the question, his eyes looking at the same thing mine where.

"She's beautiful," I murmured in a whisper.

Crouching down I scooped her into my awaiting arms and laid her still sensitive head against my shoulder with my free hand. She mumbled few lines of incoherent jumbleness and then fast feel asleep with her face pressed in the crook of my neck, breath brushing my pulse when she exhaled. I stared down at her for a few passing heartbeats and without realizing had started to rock back and forth, then, looked up at Sam.

His sight of vision was solely focused on what laid snuggled against me with confusion plastered in his stance and facial expression. "What are we going to name her, hmm?" I asked him with a softness to my voice, not wanting wake the little angelic being I held. That seemed to have snapped Sam out of the trace he had looked stuck in.

"Name? Maya you can't honestly think we're going to keep her do you? We have to give her to social services or the police, someone." He was pacing, "We can't keep her, we can't."

"And why the heck can't we Samuel? Hmm? If we tell them how we found her who knows what they'll make of her, what they'll do to her." My arms tighten around her as the thought and possibilities entered my mind. "I don't know how this is going to work but it is, if you don't want any part of her then fine, I'll take on her on my own." I began the long journey back up the dirt hole with a safe grip on the child.

"Maya you're being ridiculous!" Sam called out, but I could hear him making his way up as well.

We made it to the car and by then she had begun to stir so, I hummed a short lullaby my mother had sung to me countless times. She stilled, I could feel Sam's eyes on me as we got into the truck.

It was silent for a good five minutes before Sam broke the silence with a sigh, "What are we gonna name her?" I could detect the defeated tone in his voice, I smiled. Looking down at the girl I tilted my head to the side and pondered, hmm. My smile widened even more as I looked back over to the drivers seat with pure happiness.

"How about Silver? Like the color, hmm? Silver.. Blackwell perhaps?" I could see the surprise on his face as he heard me suggest his last name. He nodded with another one of his small smiles. "It's perfect," he said. He reached a hand over, off the wheel and gently rubbed her head before retreating. I knew he still had doubts and a whole bunch of other stuff running through his head but I won't let him talk me out of this. I won't. I'm going to be a mom, I giggled. He sighed.

I probably looked like I swallowed the sun with how happy I was. I glanced down and tucked her blanket  under her chin and away from her face, that's when I saw the silver chain hanging from her neck.