Chapter 2

For a few moments, none of us moved. Eventually, I was able to move my arm again and poked Jack in the arm. He jumped slightly at my touch.

"What?" he asked, looking down at me.

I jerked my head toward the baby as a way to tell him to get it out.

"What!" Jack exclaimed. "Why me?"

"Uh, duh, because your arms are the longest," I said, making a stupid face.

Jack sighed irritably, shaking is head. But then, he reached down into the trash can and carefully lifted the baby out.

It was still screaming its lungs out after being free from its tight-nit living space. Jack held it out at arms length, a look on his face as if he had no idea what to do.

"Oh, give me it," I snapped.

Jack gladly handed it over to me, and I started massaging it's back comfortingly, its head propped on my shoulder.

"Shh," I said softly. "It's okay, little guy. It's okay. Don't worry; everything's alright. I know. Being in that trash can probably wasn't a pleasant experience. But it's okay. We're here for you now. Don't worry. It's okay."

It took awhile, but eventually, the baby stopped crying. Jack and Sally were looking at me in amazement.

"Come on. Let's get this little guy inside." We then began to head toward the house.


I rummaged around in my backpack. Finally, I found it. I pulled out a baby bottle and some formula and ran back downstairs. I sprinted to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and went for the milk. I poured some in a small glass and then I put it in the microwave. I set the timer for ten seconds. When it was done, I took the glass out and carefully put the milk in the bottle. I added the formula and put the bobby on it. Then I poured some on my wrist to see if it was okay. It felt like it was at the right temperature.

I zoomed to the living room, where Jack was sitting in his armchair and Sally was on the sofa, holding the baby, both of them looking slightly nervous.

"Okay," I panted, "give me the kid."

Sally handed over the baby to me and I quickly placed the bottle in his mouth. He immediately started drinking. I was a relief that he hadn't started fighting with me.

"There you go, buddy," I cooed. "There you go."

It drank the milk as if it were practically dying of hunger.

"You must be hungry since you're drinking like that," I said, my heart swelling at the sight of the baby's cuteness.

"How do you know so much about babies?" Jack asked.

"Well, I had to do something during my free time at The Academy," I said.

Jack and Sally looked at me as if they could hardly believe I would spend my spare time at The Academy reading.

"What did you think I did," I said in disbelief.

"Played video games," Jack said in a casual tone.

I gave him an annoyed look. That was sort of besides the point.

I tore my attention back to the kid. Now that things had settled down, I could finally get a good look at it. The baby was a boy. He had short blond hair, pretty blue eyes, and, despite being a little dirty, fair skin. He was wearing a red t-shirt and jeans. And, of course like all babies, he was cute.

When he was done drinking, I set the bottle down on the table, and began trying to burp him. After a few moments of massaging, he let out a belch. When that was over, I held him out at arms length.

"Let's get you a bath," I said, suddenly thinking of it.

I rushed to the kitchen, turned on the water in the sink, made sure it was the right temperature and waited for it to fill up. When it was at the right amount, I turned off the water. Then I unclothed the baby. While I did, I heard footsteps coming into the kitchen. I turned to see that Jack and Sally had come in.

"Here," I said, handing Sally the baby's clothes, "take these and wash them."

Sally quickly left for the laundry room.

"Jack, you go upstairs and get the baby wipes from my backpack," I instructed.

Jack nodded and rushed upstairs.

I turned back to the baby and started to take his diaper off. And, of course, what I saw almost made me die.

"And also, could you bring down the diapers that I have in there," I called up the stairs.

"Why do you have all this stuff?" Jack called down.

"JUST SHUT UP AND GET THE CRAP!" I was really starting to get annoyed with these two. I knew they'd never taken care of a baby before, but they could at least try to be more helpful.

As I placed the kid in the sink, Jack came rushing down with the baby wipes in one hand and the diapers in the other.

"Thank you," I said, taking them from him.

I then started cleaning the baby. And thank gosh he didn't start getting fussy with me. He was very calm throughout his whole bath. He must have gone through this treatment a couple of times before.

Sally then came running into the kitchen right when I was done.

"The baby's clothes are washing," she panted, "and here's a towel for you." She held out a bath towel for me.

"Wow, thanks, Sally," I said impressed. I was glad that she was on top of things, unlike Jack.

I wrapped the baby in the towel and started drying him off gently. As I did, I noticed that he started to look sleepy.

"Poor little guy," I said. "You've had a ruff day, haven't you." I turned back to my aunt and uncle. "We should probably get him to bed."

"What about pajamas?" Sally asked.

I hadn't thought of that. Then an idea struck my mind.

"Go get my old pajamas. They may be too big for him, but they'll have to do for now."


Since we didn't have a crib, we decided that the baby would sleep with me.

As I tucked in the little guy, I began to ponder on what we were going to do with him. When I turned to Jack and Sally, I could tell they were thinking the same thing.

"So… what are we going to do?" Jack asked.

"Well, what do you think," I said. "We're gonna have to get this guy home."

"But how," Sally said uncertainty. "We don't know where this baby's from, let alone his name."

Jack's face suddenly brightened.

"I've just thought of something," he said excitedly. "Sandy Claws!"

Both Sally and I looked at him blankly for a moment, then he continued on.

"He knows all the children around the world. If we take this kid to him, he might be able to tell us who he is and where he's from. Then we can help get him home."

I stared at Jack in bewilderment.

"That is actually a pretty good idea," I said. "That settles it. Tomorrow, we go to see Santa and he can give us the info we need. Then it's off to bring this little guy home."

Jack and Sally nodded in agreement.

"But for now, I think we should follow the baby's suit and get some sleep ourselves," Sally pointed out.

"Good point," I agreed.

As I put my PJ's on, I stared at the baby. My only hope was that this adventure wouldn't go as crazy as I was expecting it to be.


Author's Note:

Hey everyone. Sorry it took me so long to upload this new chapter. School got in the way and stuff, so yeah. And sorry if this chapter isn't very exciting. I promise the next one will be more interesting.