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I frowned and went closer, wondering who the fuck was messing with me when I was running so late. Glancing around, I did a quick search for someone watching me, taking video of me, paying any bit of attention to me, but fall had shown up in a chilly, unpleasant bluster overnight, and there wasn’t a soul in sight.
With a couple more steps, it hit me that that was a car seat thing for a kid—maybe? It was bulky and had an awning facing me and a handle—
Then I saw two tiny feet in baggy socks with rabbits on them, jutting out from beneath a blanket, and the breath came gasping out of me as my heart thundered.
Those feet looked real.
I peeked over the awning to see more, and…those feet were attached to…
Fuck me running, there was a baby in there.
I dared to crane my head over the edge of the seat to confirm that it was a living, breathing tiny human, holding out hope I’d discover a plastic doll head with realistic legs and body.
It was real as real could be.She, judging by the pink blanket wrapped over everything except the feet. The baby appeared to be sleeping peacefully.
I took a step back, feeling the exact opposite of peaceful.
There was a baby in a car seat in my car.
There was no one around to take care of or claim this baby. Another more careful look around the area confirmed that.
The car that had driven off…
Had someone intentionally stuffed this baby into my front seat and left?
I rubbed my hands up and down my face, wondering what the ever-loving fuck to do.
I didn’t know the first thing about babies. I’d never held one. Never gotten one out of a car seat. Wouldn’t know how to care for one if I did.
I had to do something. Call the cops? I didn’t even know what to tell them.
I stepped close again, working up my courage, as if there was a venomous snake in that bucket-like seat instead of a bundle of pink human. My angle on the baby’s face was awkward, as she was facing the passenger door with her back to me, but I peered down at her. Her tiny bottom lip quivered, and I stiffened.
Definitely a live baby.
In my car.
As I straightened and tried to back out of my hunched position over her, I knocked my head on the doorframe, held in a swear word, and simultaneously noticed a piece of paper tucked in at the baby’s side.
Swallowing, I grabbed the paper and carefully stepped back without hitting my head again. I straightened and unfolded it, my hands shaking.
Knox,
This is your daughter, Juniper Grace. I wanted to tell you in May when she was born, but you didn’t want to talk to me. I never signed up for this. I can’t do it anymore. Sorry.
Gina
I read it three times, then glanced around for someone laughing, ha ha, joke’s on me.
I was still alone on the quiet street. Excruciatingly alone with a…five-month-old baby, I guessed…
My daughter?
Running another calculation in my head, I figured a May baby would be conceived in August, maybe early September.
Gina and I broke up last October.
It was mathematically feasible, I guess, but…a baby?
