She had her reasons for doing this. She just couldn't take care of him. She couldn't afford him. She loved him though. The moment he had first cried, she had fallen in love with him. Even before that, she had the maternal instinct to love what was growing inside of her.
But, this isn't what loving mothers did. They didn't leave a poor defenseless baby on the doorstep of an orphanage. In the rain, in a box.
At least she wasn't heartless. At least she wasn't like the other woman unable to deal with a child. She could have...terminated the problem. The idea made her cringe.
This was the only option. He'd understand one day. He'd have parents who'd love him unconditionally. They would put the PTA meetings, doctor appointments, and all his dreams first before theirs. For their son.
Not hers. Theirs. Whoever they would be. And yet, she envied them, the way they would be able to afford the time and money on this life. This human life. This beautiful, precious life that she had to give away.
What if the family wasn't loving? She had heard the horror stories, all the abuse. The system could be cruel, the parents hateful and greedy. Or what if he wasn't adopted? She had heard those horror stories too, even more abuse from the other children and terrible caretakers.
Abused children were more open to drugs, alcohol, and other dangerous criminal activity.
He was so perfect. This would ruin him.
What was she doing? How could she be doing this?
She embraced the baby. She had never named him, she couldn't get attached. This was the plan from the beginning.
But.
Maybe.
It could work.
A sound, a barely audible slip of the foot, made it's way to her ears. She could practically feel their presence. She had been caught, turning abruptly, only a jumbled excuse right on the tip of her tongue ready to tumble out.
No one. She thought with a sigh, and looked down once more at the baby, Maybe a cat? She looked around skeptical, No, those sounds were human. She had to leave. She had spent too much time here, possibly attracting attention.
She looked back to the baby. Her blood pumping and her heart beat going erratic. She had planned this ten months ago. She had already kept him a month too long, it was causing problems.
But, there was that but. That maybe.
She loved him.
Yes.
Yes, she did love him. So, she pulled her coat tighter around herself...
...and ran away.
Leaving her bundle of joy wrapped tightly on the doorstep of the Sixth Street Orphanage. In the rain, in a box.
For reasons partly unknown to even herself.
AN: I never really thought that Lewis' mom just left for no reason, so this is a attempt at her thought process at the orphanage. I dunno, I think it works for now, but hopefully somebody one day will make something like 10x better.