Chapter Two -

Riley stared, gaping at the baby on his front doorstep. His mind was racing.

This definitely was the same baby from the car ride the night before. So…why was it now outside of his house, without its mother?

He literally had no idea what he was supposed to do now. The first thing that came to mind was getting him out of the cold. He grabbed the box by the hand slits in the sides and careened it carefully into the house.

He set the box gently on the couch and sat down next to it. The baby was making weird baby noises inside, and Riley couldn't even look at it for a couple minutes. He felt overwhelmed, scared almost. Finally, Riley decided to take him out.

He reached into the box and carefully put his hands under the baby's arms, and pulled him onto his lap. The baby's head flopped over, and Riley quickly remembered that you have to support a baby's head.

He cradled the baby somewhat awkwardly. The infant looked up at him with big blue eyes.

Despite the confusing and stressful situation, Riley smiled. The baby was just so cute!

He was wearing a soft blue jumper and baby mittens and a hat. Riley decided that he might be getting warm, so he took off the hat and mittens for him. Then Riley double checked the note and the box. The mother had neglected to include the child's name. So Riley decided to give him a temporary name. Riley didn't think he looked like a Ben Jr., but to name him the obvious, Riley Jr., seemed a bit lame. So he decided he'd come back to naming the baby later.

He felt his stomach rumble and realised he hadn't eaten breakfast yet.

"You hungry?" He asked the baby, using a soft tone reserved for talking to little kids, or sometimes for mocking somebody's intelligence. He took the baby into the kitchen and opened the fridge. There was nothing in there. Not even some milk.

Riley swore, remembering that all his groceries were in the bottom of a ditch somewhere, in his car.

His car.

He swore again.

He reached for the phone with one hand, and balanced the baby in the other hand, resting his head against his shoulder.

He called the tow truck people, gave them his address, and the location of his car. They said they could drop it by his house in about an hour. He thanked them and hung up.

Suddenly, the baby started crying. Riley panicked. Now what! He didn't have any milk, or toys, or ESPECIALLY any diapers for the poor kid. Then he thought about music.

He didn't consider himself much of a singer, so he sat down at the computer, opened iTunes and scanned the playlist, rocking the baby in his arms. Then, his eyes fell on a song that he used to love to listen to growing up.

"I'd like to be, under the sea, in an octopus's garden, in the shade…"

It was a classic. Much to his relief, the baby's crying subsided. However every time the song ended and another one would start, the baby would start crying again.

So Riley sat there, listening to the same Beatles song for almost an hour. Finally, the doorbell rang. Riley got up to answer it. The baby started crying again the second they left the computer.

He opened the door.

"Hi, yes?" Riley asked, over the screech of the baby.

"Uhm, hi. I'm from the tow truck service. This your car?" He nodded to the red Ferrari parked in the driveway.

"Yes. Is it okay?" Riley asked.

"You were lucky. It should be working perfectly. There were only some minor dents and scratches." Riley was extremely relieved to hear this.

"Now if you'll sign here." Riley signed the man's clip board with hid left hand as he had the baby in the other. The signature came out as a strange scribble. The man gave him a funny look.

"So we'll send you the bill." He told him.

"Yes, thanks." Riley said. The man tipped his hat and then went back to his truck and drove off.

Riley could barely wait to check out his car. But he took the time to go back in and put the baby back into his winter clothes.

He threw on his boots and toque and carried the baby out into the bright morning.

"Oh thank goodness." Riley grinned, brushing some snow off the hood. Nothing too noticeable.

The red exterior glistened in the sunlight.

The baby cooed and reached out to touch the shiny red metal.

"Hey you like cars too eh?" He asked. He didn't actually expect an answer. He was talking to a baby after all.

"Well that's good. Because I think we are going to have to drive into town and pick up a few things." He carried the frozen groceries inside, tossed the ruined food and put what he could save in the fridge. Then he dressed.

A few minutes later, Riley was buckling the baby's carrier into the back seat the way he had seen it in the mother's car. Or at least, it looked the same. Then they were driving down the road.

After all, if he was going to take care of this baby, he was going to need a few things…

A/N: Okay, so a very short chapter, yes. Please review! I get a bit overly excited when I receive reviews…