Maria whispered to Niya in Spanish as her chattering slowly became less frequent. She curled into the warmth more despite how vunerable that left her. She had no choice but to trust this man. Right now he was all she had between her and a blizzard. If he had not opened the door she would have frozen to death and her baby soon after. That was a horrible thought but it was oh so very true. She still shivered as her skin felt oh so, so very cold. She closed her eyes and soaked up the warmth. She didn't know whether to thank this man or be afraid of him. He was male and she had grown quite a bit untrusting of males due to her ex-fiance beating on her all the time. She knew that if it wasn't for the baby she'd still be too afraid to leave him. Now she was just afraid of if he found her. Of if he caught up to her. Though he would likely not follow her. He always told her she was too much work. Mostly because she refused to be stuck in the kitchen like a good little housewife.<br/><br/>She stroked her daughter's head through all the wraps. Pulling her closer still. "Mommy's here. You are all safe baby." She said in a soothing voice. The babies wailing beginning to lessen. She turned her and the baby so she could face the man. Looking at him tiredly. "Running from him. I was in the car but...it stopped. It wouldn't turn back on or move. I had to find someplace warm for Niya." She said softly. Stroking Niya's head through wrappings. The baby calming greatly. Looking at him. "I don't have a group. I left a life behind to find a safe place for me and my daughter. The snow caught us...when the weather got worse. She is only a month old. I had to wrap her in my sweatshirt and coat too. I wanted to make sure she would get cold." She said soflty.<br/><br/>Unwrapping the baby and holding her against her in just her jacked and dress. She stroked her baby's back. "Little Niya...sleep well baby..." She whispered. Kissing her cheek lightly. She looked at him nervously. He was mad. Would he hit her? She had heard his tone. She curled in a tighter ball. There was a bruise on her cheek that was hidden by hair. It was from the morning when she told him she was still going to work. She moved one hand to touch the tender flesh gingerly. Lowering her hand to her sleeping baby. "Please don't send my baby back out in the snow." She said in a pleading voice. She didn't care if he sent her just not the baby. The baby was all she cared about anymore.