"There's a baby in your arms." John says somewhat confused and baffled.
"Hope you don't mind." I say handing the near ten pound bundle over and proceed to other tasks.
"I hope the mother doesn't mind! What on earth did you do this time?" John's voice cracked as he grew even more confused. He doubts me... sad.
"The mother's dead, John. I've just solved her case. I'd think you would want to congratulate me on a good deed done!" I turn full attention, serious as I readjust the blanket over the baby.
John stares at me plaintively, then darts a look to my hands and the child. "You're giving it a home? Here?"
"For now, yes." I say.
John nods at me, "It's a boy, yes? What's his name?"
I chuckle at myself, "Yes, he's a boy. And... I thought it'd be quite a joke to name him-" But I am stopped by John's choke, "-Please don't tell me you tried to make a joke of an infant."
"No." My laugh stops, "I took liberty in naming him Hamish. As I recall you poked fun first." I look down at the infant and stroked his cheek.
"Actually, Hamish is a perfect name for a perfect little boy."