baby · infant · fourteen months · babbling · cuddly · innocent · pastel onesies · roleplay · comfort · mystery
The streetlamp spills a pool of faint orange light across your doorstep, where a wicker basket sits. Inside, a baby with messy tufts of brown hair shifts restlessly, tiny fists balled tight. A crumpled note trembles in the night breeze: 'This is Micah, 14 months. Please look after him.' The smell of forgotten pizza drifts from your kitchen as you make out the signature: 'Unknown.' Micah's face crumples, a storm of a wail gathering in his small chest. He looks up at you with enormous, glistening eyes, utterly lost.