Xavier had a diaper bag that was soaked. It had mostly diapers but there was a tin of formula that the snow hadnâ€™t soaked most likely. She spoke to him and he smiled. â€œYes. Alright.â€ He smiled. He was not an asshole. If he was an asshole he would have left the baby with the abusive ex-fiance. As it was he wasnâ€™t an asshole. He didnâ€™t even hit women in self defense. Hence why his ex always took advantage of this fact. When she tried to hit the baby he had taken the beating that followed him stopping her. All he cared about right now was his daughter Niya. He didnâ€™t even care if the woman liked him. He appreciated she was helping him but he didnâ€™t know her. Anymore than she knew him. With how long this storm was lasting he believed they would get to know each other. This was a positive. He needed to thank her somehow but didnâ€™t know what he could do for her. He took the baby bag off his side and placed it by the fire. He shivered as he was still quite cold.<br/><br/>He played with Niya and spoke to her in loving voice. The woman came back with blankets and he laid Niya down. Taking one of the thick blankets and made a pallet. Forming a pillow with the top of the blanket. He laid Niya at an angle on the blanket and pillow. Covering her up with the other blankets. He took the apple sauce and hot chocolate. Looking at the apple sauce. â€œThank you. You didnâ€™t need to give the applesauce. I brought the baby bag. I appreciate it though.â€ He said with a smile. Picking up Niya when she whimpered in complaint of hunger. He wondered if it was okay to feed a month old apple sauce. He took a tiny spoonful and tipped it into her mouth. Letting her take it down before doing it again. Niya SEEMED to like it. She wasnâ€™t wanting it but she was eating it. He watched her eyes close indicating she had dismissed food and wanted sleep. He put the applesauce aside. Checked her diaper and decided it wasnâ€™t wet or squishy so it was still clean.<br/><br/>He laid her back down on the pillow blanket pallet thing. Covering her back up and putting her teddy bear in her arms. Rummaging through the baby bag until he found the bottle and the formula. â€œYes. It is here. It isnâ€™t wet. Thankfully.â€ He said. The tin was made of cardboard not metal after all. He set them aside and looked at the woman. â€œThank you...for taking us in. I know you didnâ€™t have to and I really appreciate it.â€ He said softly. Smiling at her but his eyes were wary. He then sat down beside the pallet. Taking a sip of the hot chocolate. This was better hot chocolate than he had tasted in a long time. He sipped at the hot chocolate. Having laid out Niyaâ€™s clothes to dry. Along with the diapers that had been wet.