Lost, Found, and Loved (Stephew AU)

That fateful night- Matthew

The rain fell heavily on the rooftop of the house of the Matthew Patrick as he sat in front of his computer grading essay after essay. Hours were spent on this couch as Matthew thoughtfully graded essays written by his brilliant students. He often got lost in this work as he graded essays, wrote books, did research, and wrote lesson plans. He was a college professor of philosophy. His days were usually spend thinking in depth about how the world worked and having deep conversations with his colleges and students. He loved every moment of it even if it meant that he was stuck on this Saturday morning grading. The sound of the rain outside didn't even process in his brain until he heard the doorbell. He checked the time on his computer which read 1:00 am.

"What? It is this late already? Who would be at the door at this time?" He grumbled to himself as he got off the couch to answer the door.

He trudged through the house to get to the door stretching his limbs along the way. They were incredibly stiff after sitting on the couch for hours on end. When he finally reached the door he opened the door only to be greeted to the sounds of a baby crying and a cold unforgiving wind that made him shiver the second he made contact with the outside world. Matthew looked down to see two baskets at his feet and inside were two babies. His heart broke for the two babies as he looked around for their parents. No one was around. The babies continued to cry. Matthew scooped up the baskets with the babies inside and brought them into the warm house. They calmed a little as their little bodies adjusted from the cold.

Matthew for the first time got a good look at the babies faces. They were young. He was guessing only a few months and born around the same time. They were thin and unhealthily so. There was mud caked on their faces with only tear tracks exposing the real skin. They were rapped in what looked like what used to be blankets but now are rags. Not even so. They were just big scraps of cloth. He removed the cloth to find that these young children were only rapped in the cloth "blankets" and their dippers were too big. They could both fit into one dipper. Matthew's heart broke at the sight of these two kids. Their parents, whoever they were, left these kids on his doorstep for reasons he could never understand. Here they were crying and helpless.

Matthew would be the first to admit to you that he had no idea what he was doing when it came to infants. He babysat once or twice but never anyone this young. To add onto this he was alone. Matthew lived in a house by himself. It was two bedroom and a two bath house along with a decently sized kitchen and living space. He was successful on his own being both a college professor and media consultant. He loved his job and he loved hosting people whenever they came to the area. However, on this fated Saturday morning he was alone with these two crying infants. A baby boy and a baby girl that were cold, dirty, and confused.

By some miracle Matthew stopped  the babies tears. By some miracle he was able to rock the baskets that held the both of them calming them down. The tear filled eyes to look at him. Both the precious kids had intense green eyes. They shimmered like emeralds staring back at him.

"Hi little ones. My name is Matthew Patrick. Everything will be okay. I promise." Matthew cooed quietly. 

Hey everyone! My name is Gem and I hope you enjoy this story. I had the idea a while back and it is inspired by my friend Alaska ( @weekdaygladers) and was motivated to write by my friend Dreamie (@TheZeldaNerd). Thank you to you both and the theorist community who continue to support me in whatever I decide to write! Ily! ~Gem