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The night that Audrey Margaret Eppes entered Agent Don Eppes' life, it was dark and stormy. In later years, it would never cease to amaze him that it was this weather that his daughter loved and found comfort in.
A freak storm had hit LA, and as he sat in front of his television watching a repeat of a baseball game, it's to the sounds of tree branches banging against his apartment windows and winds gusting by.
So when the knock on the door sounded, he wasn't sure if he'd actually heard anything. Brushing it off as the storm, Don turns back to the tv.
But soon after, something has him putting his beer aside as he stands up and heads toward his door. Throwing it open, he looks at emptiness. Looking down the hall both ways, he sees no one.
Shaking his head as he prepares to turn and head back inside, he stops when he hears a small cry. If his ears weren't deceiving him, that was the sound of a baby crying. Looking down toward his feet, he saw a bundle lying in a basket on his doorstep. Bending down in horror, he scoops the baby up and brings it into his apartment, out of the cold weather.
Placing the television on mute, Don places the baby on his table. The kid didn't look more than a few days old and was squirming around. Running his hands over its small form as it quietens down at his touch, Don looks for any signs of identifying materials or a note.
He finds the small folded piece of paper between the basket lining and the blanket. Opening it, he starts to read...
Don -
The kid is yours, and I'm leaving her in your capable hands. I can't do it. She was born on 31 July and weighs 3.42kg. She doesn't have a name yet.
Don't try and find me.
x
Don's jaw dropped as he fell into the chair near his table. This baby currently lying on his table was apparently his child. Standing once again, he looks at the baby's face intently as it opens its mouth and begins crying, face rapidly going red as her little eyes open and look about unfocusedly.
Struggling to process the million thoughts currently racing through his head, he was ill prepared for the sudden rush of protection that floods him as he looked down at the small defenceless bundle, and snaps into action.
His child or not, this baby needed him right now.
Author's Note: My motivation and plan for this story fell through, and so, instead of a story, all there is is the beginning of one. Rather than remove this from the site, let's just call this a drabble, shall we, and let your minds wonder what happened next.
