Lizzie was fully aware that she was stuck. The baby bouncer was made to be secure, for toddlers like her to stay in it. Here little hand and fingers could not help her in getting out. She fidgeted but all she could do was bounce in the appropriately termed device. Besides, the baby gate at the door was an obstacle that would be insurmountable, even if she could somehow get out of this baby bouncer. So Lizzie was reduced to bouncing in the humiliating thing, getting lost in the regular movements. She lost track of time, but she figured that as a baby, the witch wouldn't leave her on her own for too long. She still wondered where brother could be and what had happened to him. Hopefully he was fine, even if it was relatively speaking.
After an indeterminate time, the witch entered the room again, pushing aside the baby gate. But she wasn't alone. She was accompanied by two men. One was tall, muscular and with body hair and dishevelled hair. The other was leaner, still with muscles and a fit stature but smaller and hair that was combed back. He was impeccable and well-dressed. He was looking around as if a bit bored. The massive man was the one who looked straight as Lizzie. And this behemoth of a man went straight to her, smiling widely! Just as the witch was saying:
"Mr and Mr Turner-Pryde, here is your new daughter. I am sure you will all be very happy."
"She is so cute!" gushed the massive man, picking up Lizzie and bouncing her in his large hands.
Those things were big! They could crush her in no time if he wanted! But he seemed more interested in hugging her and giving her big sloppy kisses.
"She needs to adjust. Give her time," continued the witch. "She loves being in her baby bouncer."
"I can bounce her plenty, the little sweetie!" exclaimed the man, joining the gesture to the word.
Lizzie wanted to protest. This was going to make her sick before long, at this rate.
"My partner very much wanted for us to adopt," said the other man in a somewhat bored tone. "I was against it but he insisted so much... He'll do most of the work anyway. What happened to her parents? Is she an orphan?"
"No. The mother came to me for help. She was a teenage mother. Good-looking though, and the father was quite handsome too, from the pictures she showed me."
The leaner man looked relieved. The other not worried at all.
"She is the cutest! Of course she is!"
He hugged and kissed anew Lizzie. She had to get out of here! She couldn't be adopted by this couple! Between one parent that begrudgingly tolerated her and the other smothering her with maternal instincts, she could not go live with them! And the witch making up the story that she was the child of a teen pregnancy!... The shorter man talked a little more with the witch, before Lizzie was taken to a car, strapped in a baby seat and taken away. In spite of her intense apprehension, she fell asleep, while the sophisticated man drove and the other squeezed her right foot with a big happy goofy smile. While she was powerless to resist the coming darkness of sleep, Lizzie wondered what would happen next. And also what could hace happened to her brother.