Surprise!

Oh My Baby?

JORDAN'S P.O.V

"Um guys we have a problem," I told the boys while I grabbed the surprise.

"What is it, Ebs?" Taylor asked while turning the channel on the TV.

"Yea, stop over reacting like you always do." Ryan then chirped in. I was then starting to get a little irritated because this was a really important thing.

I then walked with the baby in my hands to the kitchen and grabbed some applesauce. (yes we are adult men that still eat apple sauce).

"I'm not overreacting this is actually really important. Either of you boys have a baby?" I asked the guys while feeding the little boy some apple sauce.

Then Ryan and Taylor walked into the kitchen with their jaws dropped. Ryan sat down while Taylor then started asking questions.

"How old is he? What is his name?" Taylor just kept asking questions so we needed to try to get some help.

Ryan then said, "Hey lets call Mamma Ebs. She always knows what to do." That was a great idea. My mom always knows what to do!

"Okay sit down and call my mom. I will keep feeding this little guy." I announced to the guys. The sitting down part was mostly for Taylor because he was getting worried. I could tell.

"Hey Mamma Ebs. We have a bit of a situation..." Ryan then said into his phone. He then clicked the speaker button.

"Okay Ryan. What is the problem now?" My mom then asked. I then was wondering how many times we called her to ask for help.. wow we are clueless.

"It is actually a big deal today." I told her while I sat down and burped the baby. I hate calling him the baby because he is a little boy and needs a name.

"Well tell me sweetie," My mom then said. Her voice now getting concern to it.

"Okay, well we were sitting on the couch when all the sudden someone knocked on the door. We didn't think anything of it. I decided to get up and answer the door. Then I saw the little boy. Laying on the floor. He was just in a diaper and I think he is starving. what should we do?" I told my mom this whole story and asked the burning question... what do we do?

"Well that is quite the story. I think the mom couldn't take care of him. You guys need to step up and take care of this poor guy. He is now yours. I know this is a lot to take in but you guys can do it. I believe in you. I know you guys are gone sometimes, so you can just find a lovely girl to take care of him." My mom was right. We needed to step up. I love her. She is always right. Maybe I will find a girlfriend that will help. Or a neighbor. Or both.