Hailey's age: 3 months

Dan held Hailey as they walked home in the pouring rain. The cold droplets drenched his coat, and Hailey's stroller with the lid pulled up.

Dan continued walking as he passed by a park, when all of a sudden he say a little boy crying behind a bush.
"Hey, smol child, where is your mother?"
"I..I...I don't. Know.." the kid sniffled. Hailey snored softly, but it didn't distract Dan; Dan's attention was on the little kid, and when you looked close enough, you could see small bruises and cuts.

"I don't think you're lost. Did you run away from home?"
The little boy nodded before sobbing some more.
Dan didn't care it was raining, but he didn't want his daughter to get sick either.
"My..mommy...she hates...me." the little boy stuttered.
Dan frowned.

Then he got a crazy idea.

"Hey, my daughter and I were gonna head home, but how about you come with us. I don't want you to get sick."
Dan said.

The little boy nodded.

Dan took off his jacket, and felt the cold rain on his arms and shirt.
"Here." Dan said, swaddling the boy in his coat.

The boy ran to Dan, clinging to him as if his life depended on it.

Dan walked home faster and he came inside to see Phil making dinner.

Dan put the stroller aside and the boy still clung to his shirt. Phil came down to see Dan with a little boy clinging to his shirt for dear life.
"Dan who is this?" Phil said going to the stroller and picking up Hailey.

"He is a little boy who needs our help."
"Jamie." The boy whispered.
"His name is Jamie." Dan said.

Phil nodded.

"He hasn't let go bit I don't mind. I'd rather him cling onto love than death."
"What would be death?" Phil asked.
"His mother Phil."

Phil nodded once more and began feeding Hailey.
"Dan we got extra blankets in the closet. You set something up for him, then we will talk to the police."

Dan nodded. The boy, now sleeping, had a grip on Dan's shirt like none other.

Dan carried him to the closet where he grabbed a couple of their warmest blankets.

He brought Jamie to the couch where he sat him down and swaddled him up. By now Jamie was sleeping.

"Dan we can't keep him."
"Phil his mother is abusive."
"Dan how about we inform the police and foster him for a couple of months."

Dan nodded and Phil smiled.
"Great, I'll grab the phone and call. You get something to eat."

Phil ran off. Dan stayed still and looked at Jamie.

He wants a son of his own.

I hope I get to hang out with a little boy I can call mine oneday.

A/N So It's Christmas Eve, and I just wanna say I wish everyone a magical Christmas. So you guys want me to keep writing with Jamie or nah. I can't wait. Ok now have a great holiday season for whatever holiday you celebrate.