Stolen

Chaper 2

James's POV

This child was wrapped in a white blanket with a little hat on. They didn't appear to be very old at all. I reached into the cubby, and pulled out the child. Tucked in the blanket was a folded piece of paper, probably a note. The baby moved its hand out from under the blanket, and I saw that there was still a hospital band on its arms. This child had just gotten out of the hospital. It was at most, 4 days old. I pulled the paper out from under the blanket, unfolding it to see the same handwriting I'd seen 8 months ago.
This is the only baby you're getting back.
This was my child. I stared at it. I could almost tell. It was a combination of Riley and me. I could see Riley's lips, but my nose. The child opened its eyes, looking up at me. It had the same chocolate brown eyes Riley and I shared. I felt overjoyed that I had my child, my baby. This child was my only child. As well, this was hope for Riley to still be alive. A pang of guilt washed over me though, when I thought of Riley. She's trapped somewhere, her baby gone. She doesn't know what's happened to this child. Postpartum is hard enough, she literally doesn't know anything about where it is. I need to stop calling this baby an it. What's the gender anyway? I heard a gasp, and it was only then I realized Michelle had taken the note from me and was reading it. I cradled the child in my arms delicately, and looked over at her. "Riley really was pregnant." She whispered, her eyes fixated on the baby. Many people had doubted the pregnancy. They said it was a fake ultrasound to make us react. They were wrong, obviously. I mean, I'm holding the baby right now, how are you going to tell me Riley wasn't pregnant? I felt the child shift, and it's little arms stretched, before high pitched cries left its mouth. I looked at the child, bouncing it in my arms, in an attempt to calm it. The bouncing didn't help, and I started brainstorming what could be wrong.
"Maybe it needs its diaper changed." I said, thinking out loud.
"We don't have any diapers." Piper yelled to me, looking as though the crying was deafening her. Which it probably was.
"Then maybe it's hungry." I suggested, because we had a problem if it needed a diaper change.
"How are we gonna feed it?" Michelle asked. I sighed. She was right. We weren't prepared in the slightest. I lifted the baby up, and sniffed.
"It definitely needs a diaper change." I said, moving my face away from the smell. I cradled the child again, and continued to bounce it.
"I'll run to the pharmacy around the corner and get diapers." Richelle volunteered, eager to get away from the crying. She turned and ran out of the studio. When she got back with the diapers, I set the baby down on Riley's desk, and undid the flaps on the diaper. I slid it off, and smiled at the child.
"I guess you're gonna be my little man." I said, finally finding out the gender. I placed a kiss on his cheek, and went back to changing his diaper.