The following afternoon when Cassie arrives home from the pediatrician Abigail is sitting in her kitchen. Abigail's brow furrows, and her body shifts from her seat at the kitchen island as she watches Cassie tote in a tot, and a diaper bag.

"Are you babysitting?"

"Nope." Cassie continues undeterred.

Abigail tilts her head in confusion as she watches Cassie lift the tiny newborn from his car seat.

"You were supposed to meet me at the bistro for lunch. You didn't return my calls, or texts, and so I came over here because I was concerned about you."

"I left my phone on the counter," Cassie points.

"I see that," Abigail nods. Cassie places the newborn in Abigail's arms.

"I've got to pee," Cassie jets out of the room.

Abigail glances at the baby in her arms, "Who are you? Who do you belong to? What are you doing here? Who does Cassie think she is just lobbing you in my arms, and racing off like that? Huh? Do you have a name? You're pretty cute."

A few moments later Cassie materializes next to Abigail.

"You can give him back," she instructs.

"We were just getting acquainted. I am in no rush to pass him back."

"Then it sounds like I have time for a cup of tea."

"I'll allow it, if you can offer some clarity on why you are wandering around Grey House with a baby."

"His name is Callen."

"That's a cute name. Go on."

"He is a resident of Grey House."

Abigail shakes her head, "Joy is a resident of Grey House, but I don't see her around. I am really confused."

"Joy moved out last week," Cassie reminds her.

"She finally closed on that dilapidated place she's been talking about for months?"

"I wouldn't say dilapidated."

"Which is why I did. Cassie what do you mean Callen is a resident of Grey House. Is that some kind of joke? I was just here a couple of days ago for a Halloween party, and he wasn't here then."

"Obviously you didn't stick around long enough."

"For what?"

"Him to arrive on our doorstep."

"You're joking, right?"

"No. I am, unfortunately, not."

"Someone left him on your doorstep? Who? Where are they now?"

"His mother left him on our doorstep. As far as I know her physical body is in the morgue."

"What?!"

"Shh! Please don't wake him. He was up most of the night howling at the moon."

"Sorry. I am just so confused about what is going on right now."

"A fifteen year old girl who ran away from her foster family because of the abuse she was experiencing and left Callen on our doorstep after the Halloween party. We found him, and though the pediatrician suspects he was born a few weeks early, and is a little on the small side, he is relatively healthy appearing. His mother did not fare as well. Our county does not have other licensed foster homes available."

"Wait, so you're saying that you're responsible for him? As in he is living here?"

"Yes."

"For how long?"

"The case worker has some legal paperwork to complete, but unless someone else is identified he will be placed for adoption."

Abigail glances at the tiny newborn nestled in her arms. His tiny frame swims in the tiny navy blue sleeper he's in. His chest rises and falls in his sleep. She looks up at Cassie who she's never seen so out of sync.

"This is why I can feel your anxiety from across the room? Are you and Sam planning on keeping him?"

"It isn't up to us."

"If all of the legalities check out? Are you saying that this little guy is going to become a permanent resident of Grey House?"

"Yes."

"And you are completely out of your element because you did not see this coming?"

"Even intuition has its limits."

"I didn't know that the two of you were open to this as a possibility."

"Neither did we."

"This is exciting. What can I do to help?"

"Do what you do best," Cassie answers as she sips her tea.

"Misguide people?"

Cassie nods, "I don't want any fanfare. I would really like for all of the legal aspects to be ironed out before anyone else finds out."

"That is understandable. You look exhausted. I know that you have never been a napper, but I can contend with him if you want to lay down for a bit."

"I will take you up on that offer. The formula does not agree with him, and who knows how many hours he will be up tonight."

"Do you have the provisions that you need for him?"

"Derek gave us some hand me downs from his nephew, but everything is so big."

"You get some rest. I'll jump online, and order some things for him. I'll have them shipped to the store so no one asks too many questions. If they do I'll say it's for a baby shower."

Hours later Cassie manages to carve out enough time for a hot shower. She's still wrapped in a towel when she exits the bathroom. In the master bedroom she finds Sam sitting in their bed with his arms full.

"Cassie, I've got this. I found this migraine book in my office that always did the trick when Nick was a kid. By the third page this restless little lad is going to be down for the count. Finish getting ready for bed."

"Okay," she relents as she returns to the bathroom. By the time she finishes in the bathroom, and returns to them they are both sound asleep. She rolls her eyes as she tugs the book from Sam's hands. Gingerly she peels the newborn from his chest, and zips the boy into his swaddle. Once she is satisfied he is secured in his basinet she retires to bed.