Once under the trees little protection he called the dogs name again. Fainter still the sound came. This time though the man ran. His feet splashing in the puddles that littered the forest floors ground.


The sound he realized was not from his dog, but from a child.


He stopped several times to hear the sound again and to see if he was still heading in the right direction. It was on a pile of leaves that he finely found the source. In a large jacket a small child was wrapped. Ryan Mcclain, reached down to touch the child's too cold skin and it grabbed his finger as if it were a life line. You've got a good grip. He spoke softly watching as the child's eyes moved to find his face. Now what's your name, huh? Inside he was frightened, were was the mother, or, father, but he hid that from the child. It couldn't be older then a year. Carefully he pick the child up.


His wife was pregnant, and even though she was only a few weeks, they had been trying to have a child for years. Ryan had already gone to, far to many classes, and he had always been afraid he would drop the child. He smiled slightly as he picked the baby up, but then he remembered the place were he was and what had brought him here. Reluctantly he bent down and placed the child on the ground again. It cried out as its back touched the cold, wet ground, and Ryan quickly took his coat off. He picked the child up again, wrapping it in the jacket. He planed to go to his house, hand the child to his wife, and call the police.

Where's you Mummy, or Daddy? He asked, aware that he would only get a faint gurgle. The thoughts of Spice had left his mind, as he walked back to there house the slight wait of the child in his arms bearing a sense of apprehension. Never had he dream of finding a child. He had seen it in movies, but in real life he had always been surprised to find a dog.

A child, a part of his mind echoed. Who would leave a child like this. Ryan found himself hugging, as he would if he were cold, the coat closer to the child. He glanced down, gazing into green eyes, as bright as an emerald. Your a handsome little fellow aren't you? He only received a babbling sentence. Oh, really? He inquired, although he didn't know what about. I understand, truly. The little conversation had carried him all the way to his house. He walked past the fence, up the stone path and finally opened the door.

Elisabeth, come here. Her wife, wearing muddy jeans was wiping her hands on a towel. Spice came home by himself, sorry honey. You weren't answering your cell phone. Her brow furrowed as she caught sight of the bundle was carrying.

Ryan cut her off. It's a baby, warm up some milk, I found him. He's very cold. You haven't gone shopping for this age have you? It was a rushed statement done as he raced towards the phone. He pushed the baby into Elisabeth's hands, and faintly from the kitchen he could hear her gasp. She bustled into the kitchen a second later, grabbing milk and warming it up. Poor little fellow. She whispered.