Baby on my Doorstep

Chapter One - Baby?!

Helllooooo(: Sooo.... I thought this would be cool... dunno why.... but I'm most likely going to go back and make this as realistic as possible,,, o.0 *sigh* but I have practice right now...

<3 Jazzy

Chapter One

The microwave beeped and the smell of buttered popcorn filled the kitchen, making my mouth water and my stomach to rumble like Winnie the pooh with honey. My best friend and I were just about to sit down for a random chick flick marathon when the doorbell sounded. “I’ll get it!” I shouted loudly and skipped down the hall to the front door. When I opened it, I looked around, but no one was there. A loud cry sliced through the silence on my porch, and I looked down to see a baby in an old, beat up laundry basket.

Surprised and somewhat panicked, I looked around to see if this was some sick joke, or if maybe someone forgot something in their car and went to get it, but my street was empty of any signs of life and the winter air was chilling, there was no wonder people weren’t outside. The tiny baby was wrapped in a thin blue blanket, with nothing but a little tag that read: Dashiell, born 7/9/12 in sloppy writing.

Again I looked around before hesitantly scooping the small being in my arms and dragging the carrier behind me, the cries finally stopping with the feel of my warmth wrapped around him.

“What’s taking so long?” Shiloh, my best girlfriend ever, called from the couch in the living room. Without a word I slowly walked into the room and stood in front of her, the baby boy nestling into the crook of my arm.

“Awwwwwe how cute! Lemme see! Whose baby is it?”

I just stared at her blankly, unsure of what to say, but instead of saying anything I pulled the bin from behind me and blinked at it a few times, trying to register what had just happened. A few moments passed, filled with silence and many looks of confusion and deep thought.

“Cadence? Where’s the baby from?” She asked again, and I realized that there wasn’t silence, but I had tuned her out.

“I- I don’t know.” I stuttered, and looked down at his sleeping form. My heart nearly melted, but I shook it away, wondering in frustration how anyone could leave him. He was, after all, only a few months old… how could they spend months with him and not even care?

“Well, what are you going to do until your parents come back?” My mom and dad had gone to Wisconsin for a week to help take care of my great aunt Lilith… That’s a week with just me, and a baby from our porch.

“So…no Mean Girls then?” She asked, not being serious, but realizing this wasn’t a time for jokes she began shuffling around uncomfortably and watched the child sleep, before slipping on her shoes and grabbing her purse.

“What are you doing?” I asked, panicked, thinking she was about to leave me alone.

“I’ve been sitting for our neighbors for about six months now, and trust me, that baby won’t stay in the same diaper forever.”

She scrunched her nose, and I too took notice of a sudden foul smell wafting from the bundle, followed by cries that erupted from his tiny throat, and he flailed around wildly in my arms.

Wide eyed, I nodded and we set off walking in the direction of the Wal-Mart around the corner, neither of us wanting to get pulled over for having no car seat, or risk getting in an accident with him.  

“So… what’s his name?” She asked, eyeing him curiously.

“Dashiell” I replied, trying not to look at him and become attached… no way could I ever even think to keep him, but for now I’d have to deal.