By the tenth time ringing the doorbell Maria was beginning to give up. Was her baby going to die? She didnâ€™t want her baby to die. Niya was all she had that was good out of her relationship with her ex-fiance. She shifted her baby even though her arms were feeling frozen. She was lettng out hard breaths that she tried to keep off her daughter. Her daughters wails getting louder but still overpowered by the wind. Her eyes closing for a second. â€œM...m....mo....mommyâ€™s t...t...try...trying b...b...baby...â€ She chattered out over and over again. Trying to soothe her daughterâ€™s crying. Humming but it wasnâ€™t very calming with all the chattering. Her heart sinking. She had thought she heard someone yelling inside but maybe she was wrong. She pulled her baby closer. One hand holding the back of her daughters extremely bundled head. She must have just been hearing things when she thought she heard yelling.<br/><br/>She almost sank to her knees in despair when she heard the door open. Lifting her snow covered lashes and looking at the man in exhaustion. Go away? Where would she go? The car was dead. The blizzard rages all around them. If the car hadnâ€™t stopped she wouldnâ€™t be bothering this gentleman. She looked at him nervously. He seemed angry. Her daughters form shifted in her numb arms. Everything was numb but still she clutched her daughter to her. Unable to keep the gaze with the man. Stumbling when he suddenly pulled her inside. She didnâ€™t fight. Only tensed for a second. FIre? Yes. The baby needed fire. Honestly she did more than the baby but her baby was first and foremost in her mind.<br/><br/>She stumbled over to the fire. Her legs giving out when she as close to it. She crumpled down to her knees shaking hard. Teeth chattering as she lowered her daughter into her lap. â€œI...it...its al...all...alright N...nIya.â€ She chattered out. Touching the small fist that had pushed up the sweat coat and coat she had bundled the baby in. â€œM....m....mommy.....h....h...here.â€ She chattered out. Shifting to laying down by the fire holding her baby close but away from the fire. Closing her eyes weakly. The fire showing her form to be quite blue as she trembled from how frozen her body was. Her normally somewhat rosy lips dark blue. She rocked the baby in her arms. The crying beginning to stop as a little face was viewable when her mother moved the sweatshirt so the little face could get the fire. Her chattering became less but still she shook hard. She was still blue but protecting her baby still.<br/><br/>The snow on her hair beginning to melt. Her teeth began to slowly chatter less and less. â€œM-mommys h-here.â€ She chattered out. Stroking the bundle lightly.