normal pov
hayden woke up like usual. hopping out of bed and right into the shower. he did his normal routine, then put on a gucci shit and some black jeans. walking downstairs with his airpods in his ears, he saw two unknown people talking to his parents.
"hayden- i'm so sorry." tisha said to her son, having a distraught face.
"w-what happened?" hayden asked, extremely confused.
"you're hayden summerall i presume?" one of the two unknown strangers asked.
"yes? why?" hayden asked, getting suspicious.
"i'm very sorry, but celeste jerold passed away two days ago. she died giving birth." hayden stepped back one step, fearing he knew what was going to happen next.
the person turned around, then when they turned back, they carried a newborn baby girl. hayden's breathing quickened. "i-" he tried to say something, but the person put the baby in his arms.
"we've done tests and she is yours. ms, jerold's family wants nothing to do with the child. she's all yours. and, she doesn't have a name yet." the person said, as hayden turned and started to slowly walk away with the baby.
"s-shes, mine?" hayden stuttered, turning back around.
"yes mr. summerall. we've looked into you and saw you are financially stable and have lots of help. this is my first time in 12 years as a social worker we've handed a baby to a 16 year old boy. but with your history, it's obvious you can raise her. me and my partner have talked to your parents and they agreed. if you have any doubts, your parents have the number to call." then they left, leaving behind a baby girl, and a bag full of baby things she can survive on for now.
"hayden?" tisha called, but he was focused on his daughter.
"layla, layla summerall."
