Summary: For some reason Amy wakes up one morning. When she begins to investigate she finds a baby girl place at her doorstep with a note. How will Ty and Amy deal with parenthood?
Amy POV
I tussled in my bed. There was something going on I could feel it. It was as if nature wanted me to wake up and do something. The urgency in the air was stiffening. Images of my mom kept popping up in my head. All I wanted to do was kick and scream. I couldn't take it anymore I had to get up. I put on my heavy jacket, it was the end of November and Ty would be home in two weeks for Christmas.
Heartland had become a winter wonderland. My snow boots came on next as I made my way outside, only to stop as soon as I opened the front door. There right in the middle of my path was a basket. There was a ton of blankets around it to make sure the cold didn't get in. I prayed in my head that Malory had left out some laundry and that there was nothing inside of it but clothes.
I leaned in close until I heard small whimpers and I knew that my worst fear had come true. Slowly I lifted the top blanket hoping I was wrong until I saw the little red face scrunched up, ready to start crying. I quickly grabbed the basket and carried the baby inside setting the basket on the kitchen table.
I removed the blankets until I could see that the baby was in a soft pink onezie. I turned around after I made sure there was no risk of her tipping over. Quickly I grabbed some spare baby bottles from when Lou babysat. Just as the bottles was made the little girl started to scream her little lungs. I grabbed her and started to feed her. That's how grandpa found me; feeding a baby.