Baby Boy {mxm}

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{ J A Y }

It was a little bit after ten.

I pushed myself off of my bed and looked around searching for my ringing phone. I let out a loud sigh as the sound of my doorbell interrupted me. I spotted my phone laying on the floor. I snatched it up and rushed down the stairs, "coming!"

I took a deep breath and answered my phone, "hello?" As I pulled the door opened I repeated. "Hello? A voice began to drawl in my ear but I barely registered any of it. All my attention was forced downwards at the baby on my doorstep. I slowly pulled my phone from my ear and hung up. The baby looked up at me and cooed.

"Holy shit." I ran my fingers through my hair. There's a baby on my fucking door step. Honestly, I only thought this happened in movies. I bent down and picked him up, and as I did a folded piece of paper fell out...

I can't take care of little Caleb anymore, so I'm leaving him to you. You probably don't know me, but I know who you are. I want what's best for my son. Please give that to him.

p.s. He's allergic to pineapples.

I held the note in my hand for a while and just blinked. This was for real, somebody really just left their kid on some random guy's porch so that it could have a good life. I turned on my heels and closed the door with my foot. I set the kid on the sofa and began to pace.

I ran my fingers through my messy hair and sighed. He was cute at least. He had little wisps of light hair, that cute little button nose, pale blue eyes, and dimples. He was going to be quite the little heart breaker.

I shook my head. Just because a kid is cute doesn't mean I know the first thing about raising one. I better call the police and then they can find his mother. I nodded and scooped him up, "ready to go back to your mama?" I began to make my way up the stairs.

"Mama?" he placed his hand on my nose.

I went wide eyed. "No, I'm not your mama."

He grinned and gave another cute squeal, "mama, mama!" I wanted to correct him but the way his little face lit up was to die for.

"Wanna go to sleep?" I cooed. I was still a bit tired and if I could get him to fall asleep then it would be easier to get rid of him with no feelings of attachment.

He waved his arms around and bounced, "eat! eat!" I groaned. Why did the kid have to be hungry? I skipped back down to the kitchen and pulled open my fridge. I quickly scanned the content and groaned realizing that I was going to have to go shopping.

...

I fed him the baby food which to me just looked like random mush crammed into a jar. After he downed like three jars of that crap he finally started yawning. I took him up to my room and laid him down on my bed. I quickly changed my shirt, snuggled next to the kid, and awaited beautiful sleep.

I'll call the police tomorrow.

[IMAGE OF CALEB]