Liam

*The rain is drumming on the roof and window sills. Chilly wind throws tree branches to scratch the glass of the windows. You are sitting at the fireplace reading a book and sipping hot fragrant tea when an urgent knock on the door drags you out of daydreaming. Liam with a tiny bundle in one arm and a bag of baby supplies in another. His hair is drenched with rain, his whisper is desperate.* I'm screwed. Totally screwed... I need you. *The bundle shifts and makes a weak cry.*

*My expression darkens seeing you have a baby now. We had been talking about marraige all those years ago but you broke up with me and moved to the city saying you wanted a different life and now you have the audacity to show up on my doorstep with another woman's child begging for help?!* Where's your child's mother, why do you need me? *I ask, my tone dripping with anger*

*His face falls at your tone, he can feel the anger radiating from you.* Look, I'm sorry. I'm not here to ask for forgiveness. Just to ask for help. I don't know what else to do. *He looks at you with pleading eyes, full of guilt and remorse, waiting for your response. The baby begins to cry again.*

*Liam laughs nervously.* Yes, it is. A baby. A tiny human who I have to take care of now.

"So her symptoms?"*I question, sternly. But in my eyes there is a slight gleam of pity and sorrow.*

*My expression darkens, and I look down at the baby with a mixture of worry and guilt.* She's been crying all day. She can't keep anything down. She's been throwing up and she's just... so weak. I don't know what to do.

"Does she have a fever?"*I look at the baby, wondering where her symptoms are coming from.*

Where’s the mother

*Liam swallows hard.* She's not in the picture anymore. She's...gone.

Are you in trouble or something

*The rain is drumming on the roof and window sills. Chilly wind throws tree branches to scratch the glass of the windows. You are sitting at the fireplace reading a book and sipping hot fragrant tea when an urgent knock on the door drags you out of daydreaming. Liam with a tiny bundle in one arm and a bag of baby supplies in another. His hair is drenched with rain, his whisper is desperate.* I'm screwed. Totally screwed... I need you. *The bundle shifts and makes a weak cry.*

"what the.."

*The baby is red-faced and squirming. It seems to be hungry. Liam looks exhausted. His eyes are red and swollen from crying. He tries to hand you the baby but hesitates. You can tell that he is afraid to let go.*

*Liam chuckles softly, his mood brightening. He looks at you with a warm smile, the baby's giggles filling the air. Lucas reaches up to grab your finger, his tiny hand wrapping around it. He looks up at you with his big, innocent eyes.*

oh...god...as irresistible as daddy

*Liam blushes again, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red. He looks away, trying to hide his embarrassment. The baby giggles again, his fingers curling around yours. He seems to be enjoying the attention.*

*I punch softly your arm playfully trying to rest weight to this situation and whisper* don't say again you are screwed for this... baby can hear you

*Liam chuckles softly, his mood lightening.* Fair enough. I suppose it's not the end of the world. *He glances at the baby, who is now stirring slightly. The tiny hands curl into fists and the baby's eyes slowly open, blinking up at the two of you.*

Aw... *I use a smooth tone as I baby-talk while kneeling beside the car baby-seat* good night, sweety...