Luke grips my hand nervously as he leads us into ash's house, where all the boys are sitting on the couch laughing.

We both cringe as the room turns silent when we enter, all staring at Luke.

"Uh, hey." He mutters. All three stare at us silently, then mutter awkward greetings. As how the rest of the night goes. It was awkward and painful, especially with Ashton, but Luke insisted he wanted to hang out with them so it wouldn't be weird, but it seems the whole "not being weird" thing is a bust.

We leave early, tiredly driving home hand in hand, discussing the event quietly.

"Shh, Luke." I cut him off with a frown as we head inside, stopping in my tracks and looking around.

"What? Can we please go inside? I'm tired, babe."

"No! Sh, do you hear it?" The blonde gives me a confused look before his eyes widen.

"Are we crazy?" He mumbles, and I shake my head and run to where it sounds like the sound is coming from frantically, wondering myself if we might just be having weird side effects from grieving.

But no, my heart stops as I see a baby carrier behind the house, in the alley way. Luke follows quickly behind and gasps.

I rush to the crying infants side and look the baby over.

It's not a newborn, but it's not very big either. It's screaming it's little heart out and I anxiously coo and unbuckle the straps securing it, lifting it out and holding it to my chest.

"Call the police." I tell Luke, standing and bouncing the baby.

"What? What do you mean?" He frowns, and I give him an incredulous look.

"We need to get it inside, can you please grab the carrier? Oh my god it's freezing." I worry as I carefully walk into the house. "Lu, we need to call the police."

"No! Why would we do that? Doesn't this kind of seem like fate? Shouldn't we keep it?" His eyebrows draw together with worry.

"Luke, it's parents are probably looking for it! We can't take someone's baby!" I argue, turning the heater on and sitting in front of it, rocking the baby gently. "Grab me a blanket." Luke complies and I lay the infant down on the blanket and swaddle it, then pull it to my chest again, it's cries slowly getting less intense.

"It's parents obviously left it! They don't want it!"

"We don't know that! Maybe someone kidnapped it and then got scared when cops got too close and ditched it."

"Seriously, babe? How can you think this is just a coincidence? It's fate! We lost our baby, now a new one is coming into our life!"

"It doesn't matter luke. What do we do when our friends ask us why we suddenly have a baby? What do we do when there's a missing child report and we look like we kidnapped it because we didn't call when we found it?"

"I- Okay. Okay, I'll call. Luke sighs dejectedly, pulling out his phone.

I lay the baby down again and unswaddle the fussy thing, taking off it's soaked and soiled diaper and cooing sympathetically at the rash covered little one. "It's a boy." I tell Luke quietly as he begins talking to the operator.

"My girlfriend and I were just coming home and we were outside and we heard crying and there was a baby boy in a carrier in the alley behind our house. It didn't have a blanket or anything and it was freezing so we brought it inside and wrapped it up and she's sitting in front of the heater with it wrapped in a blanket."

"It seems like he'd been there a while. His diaper was soaked and messy." I say loudly enough the operator will be able to hear me as I lift the little one and then I go to the bathroom to grab baby wipes and wipe him down, wrapping him back up again in the blanket, not caring if he goes to the bathroom in it because we don't have diapers.

"Okay, okay. Yeah, it's not crying as loudly now. Okay. Babe, she said don't sit in front of the heater because we don't want to warm him up too fast because it'll shock his system." I nod and move to the couch, looking down at the little ones red face. I coo and shush, rocking back and forth with him.

"Okay, Thankyou. Yes I hear them, Thankyou." Luke says, and we hear police sirens from a distance. Luke hangs up and comes over, getting a good look at the baby.

"B-but maybe- If he doesn't have parents- we could adopt him?" Luke says hopefully over the boys cries. I sigh.

"I don't know luke. Maybe. Don't get your hopes up, okay? Sometimes it's really hard to adopt a baby in that circumstance, I've heard." He nods and rushes to the door, opening it to the police who are parking on the street, lights flashing, but sirens no longer blaring.

Two policeman come in and begin asking us questions, which we answer as best as we know, but most of the questions they ask we don't know the answer to.

They tell Luke they have no idea when he asks if we can adopt the child if the parents don't want it.

Soon they take the baby and put it in the carrier with the blanket, letting us come to the police station with them to figure out if the child has parents.