Wilbur POV
I sat on the couch of my small two bedroom apartment that once housed my girlfriend and I before she moved past me. I had finally gotten over her and gotten her sent out of the apartment. Granted, it took a lot of apple scented air freshener but, it was worth it.
I turn on the TV, switching it to Disney+ and putting Hamilton on TV. I relax into the couch but, not even fifteen seconds into Act 1 my door bell rings. Quickly checking my phone, I scroll through to see if I had invited anybody over, which I hadn't.
Confused, I sit up and pause the TV, walking up to the door and checking the peephole. Seeing as nobody was there I assumed it was a package. Opening the door, I look down and my eyes widen," What the fuck!?" I whisper-yell, seeing as though there was a sleeping baby with a note below me.
Picking up the sleeping infant, resting its tiny self in my arms, I grab the note and read it:
To my stupid Ex-Boyfriend,
I carried this brat for nine months before I realized she wasn't Jared's. She was your spawn of Satan. Name her, take her, hell kill her for fucks sake I don't care! I don't want her and don't dare return her.
Bye Forever.
My eyes behold the child below me, who was wide awake and scanning her surroundings. She did resemble me so, no doubt we were related. She had light curly brown hair, as thick as it could be for a month old, as well as her mother's blue eyes.
As quickly as I could look at her, a lilac and vanilla scent caught my nose, realizing it was her perfume on the child. Sighing, I take it inside and sit back down, looking at it. How was I supposed to know how to care for an infant? I didn't have a crib, bottles, let alone knowledge that I was a father before this point!
All of a sudden the child stated crying out, tears quickly engulfing her cheeks and I caught on fast that she was probably hungry. Also evident that 'she' wasn't a proper name for a child. Getting up, I look through the fridge and figure until i get formula, warm milk would for now suffice.
While heating up the milk, I look at the baby in my hands, catching another sniff of the perfume and realize she needs a name, so I start thinking of names to combine.
Taking out the milk and giving it to her, I find the best name I could for the suddenly mine infant.
"Aurora Vienna Gold," I state, smiling at my ingenious name giving. Even if it wasn't the best, at least I wasn't naming it Fundy, L'manburg or Friend. Or Sally. I chuckle at myself, realizing I don't know what to do with the baby now.
Time to go to the person with the most knowledge of this.
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Perfume - Wilbur Soot X Child OC
FanfictionWilbur Soot and his Ex girlfriend broke up when she met Jared, that was a known fact but, what wasn't was what was left on Wilbur's porch at 3am on a Friday morning ten months later with a little note. His Ex had not told him she was pregnant with h...
