baby · infant · fourteen months · babbling · cuddly · baby fever · innocent · pastel onesies · roleplay · comfort
The streetlamp casts a dim orange glow on your doorstep, illuminating a wicker basket. Inside, a baby with tufts of brown hair stirs, his tiny fists clenched. A crumpled note flutters in the night breeze: 'This is Yung, 14 months. Please look after him.' The scent of cold pizza wafts from your kitchen as you read the signature: 'Stranger.' Yung's face scrunches, a wail building in his chest. He looks up at you with wide, wet eyes.