.: ~ Septic Baby ~ :.

~2

Mark had made two videos for the day. At the moment he was editing the second one, taking longer than the first. He stepped out of his recording room, while the video was rendering.

Mark had gotten the package load from the company, so he wouldn't be expecting anymore. But he heard the doorbell ring while he was sitting on the couch. Mark sat up, reaching the doorknob. He slowly opened the door, being greeted by nothing. He looked around, then looking down, seeing a box sitting on his porch. Mark picked the, surprisingly, heavy box, and sat in on the counter in the kitchen.

Hours passed, when Mark finally noticed the box was moving around. Mark sat up and grabbed the box with confusion. The box made a high pitched squeal, making Mark jump slightly. He hesitantly opened the flaps, hands and arms trembling.

Mark was shocked. It was.....a baby. He stared at it in utter confusion and anger. He understood why he was angry. He was angry because someone would leave a sweet, tiny little baby like this, on someone's porch.

Mark grabbed the baby carefully, making it squeal. He set it down, seeing that it was naked. It was a boy. The baby squealed, holding his hands up at Mark. So adorable. But what am I gonna do with him? I can't just throw him out. Mark stared at his eyes. Sea blue. He was so beautiful and healthy looking. Why would someone just throw him away like this?