I was laying in my bed in the house, staring at my ceiling, bored out of my mind. I was the only one in the house, the other three had gone out somewhere before I woke up.
I heard someone knock on the door, so, reluctantly, I get up, pulling on a shirt and combing through my hair with my fingers. I get to the door, expecting to see at least one of the guys that has lost their keys, or some crazed fangirl that has found out house.
Instead, I was met with nothing. Looking around, I become a genius and look down, I see a basket filled with blankets, covering something small, with a note on top.
I kneel down, moving the blanket. "What the Hell?" I find myself asking once I see what's inside the basket. A living fucking baby. I look back up, searching for anyone that could've left their child here.
Oh, yeah, you just leave your fucking child on someone's doorstep, they could be a child molester! A druggie, and anything in between.
I carry the basket inside, shutting the door with my foot and locking it. I sit down cross legged on the couch, picking up the baby from the basket. I notice more notes and papers underneath them.
I pick one of them, seeing it was an unsigned birth certificate. It only showed their birthday, which is today, and gender, which was female. There was no name, no mother, no father.
I looked at the baby in my lap. Good thing I have experience with babies because of my niece, who is only three months old.
I set the birth certificate down, grabbing my phone and calling Brendon, or Ryan, or honestly anyone of the guys.
It rings for a few moments, before they pick up.
"Hey Spence, what's up?" "SomeonedroppedababyoffatourdoorstepwithanemptybirthcertifcateandIhavenocluewhatIshoulddo." "Uhm.. Say that again?" "Someone left a baby at our doorstep!" "Okay stop joking, that's very funny but I've heard that one from you before." "I am not joking! You need to come home right now so we can figure this out!" "Fine, if I find out that this is a prank, you are out of the band." "Thank you."
He hung up, I have no idea which one of the guys that was but I do not care at this point.
I looked back at the baby, she needs a name. Jocelyn sounds good. Jocelyn started to cry when the door was unlocked and slammed open, Brendon screaming my name at me. (😏.)
I hope Jocelyn to my chest, rocking her gently and glaring at Brendon. "You weren't kidding.." He mumbles. "Yeah, no shit." I growl.
Ryan is the next to walk into the living room, followed by Jon. "Well.. Should we.. Give it to an orphanage..?" Brendon asks. "No!" I shout at him.
"Great, he's already attached to it." He says. "What if this happened to you? If someone just.. Left you on a doorstep as a baby, would you want to spend your life in an orphanage?" I ask.
"I'd be perfectly fine, who doesn't like me?" "You wouldn't be who you are today." I say.
"Just.. Fine. We'll figure something out." He sighs. By now, the baby had calmed down and she had fallen asleep. "Is there like.. A birth certificate or something?" Ryan asks, sitting next to me.
"Yeah, all it's got is her birthday- today, and her gender." I say, handing to him. "No signatures.. There has to be a mother's signature." Ryan says. "And one for the father." Jon says.
"Yeah, well, I'd sign that." I mumble. "Okay, who said we're keeping it??" Brendon asks, his words laced with venom. "You said we could keep her." I point out.
"We can't!" He protests. "Why not?" I ask. "Because, what about tour, recording new music, fans!" He says. "We will deal with those problems when they come." I say.
"Fine. But she's staying in your room." He says angrily. "The Hell are you so mad about?" Jon asks. "Leave me alone." He growls.
:Time Skip:
I had gone out and gotten a few things that I would need to take care of Jocelyn, so I had left her with Ryan.
When I had gotten back, Jon helped me set up everything in my room. I thanked him and went to Ryan's room, seeing him holding a sleeping Jocelyn and sighing in relief.
I walk over and pick her up as he smiles at me. I nod in thanks to him and leave his room, heading to mine. I lay her in her crib and then flop down on my bed.
I look at the clock on the wall, seeing it was really late and sighing. I decide against changing and just fall asleep how I am.
I wake up to crying and sit up, I go to Jocelyn's crib, picking her up and cradling her, rocking her slightly, trying to calm her down. "Shut her up!" Brendon yelled.
There was a chorus of "fuck off's" from us, followed by silence. I looked down to see Jocelyn sleeping. I lay her back in her crib and sit on the ground at the door of my bed, watching her.
I look back at the clock, seeing it read four thirty five in the morning. I groan, rubbing my hands over my face before standing up and getting back into bed.
I somehow know that tomorrow and the next few days are going to be longer than expected.
