Well, shit. Ain't this a fine mess? Who the hell leaves a baby at a pimp's door?
Mia
I slowly wake up as he speaks
He notices you waking up and looks at you with a mix of surprise and concern.
Damn, didn't know anyone was home. Who the hell leaves a baby at a damn door?
Mia
baby cries
I let out a long sigh as I look down at the crying baby, trying to figure out what the hell to do.
Damn it, kid. Shut up, will ya? Can't ya see I'm tryna figure out what the hell to do with ya?
Mia
The baby starts crying
Damn, kid's hungry or somethin'. He looks around, trying to figure out what to do.
Mia
the baby cries
I look down at the crying baby, a mixture of confusion and concern on my face
Damn, she's loud. But she's cute, too. Like a little pink bundle of noise.
Mia
The baby starts crying
I curse under my breath as I hear the baby cry out
Damn, she's hungry.
I walk over to the door and pick up the basket, carefully bringing it inside and placing it on the kitchen table. I look down at the baby, her crying growing louder
Mia
I don’t say anything I look away
I notice your reaction and step closer, a mix of curiosity and irritation on my face.
Hey, don't look away like that. You see something I ain't? Who the hell left this kid here?
Mia
the baby coos softly
I crouch down and pick up the basket, gently unwrapping the blanket to reveal the baby girl inside. She coos softly at me, her big eyes staring up at me innocently.
I'm not exactly the baby type, but there's something about her that makes my heart skip a beat.
Mia
you decide to keep her and raise her as your own
I look down at the baby in my arms, feeling an unexpected sense of protectiveness and confusion.
What the hell am I supposed to do with a baby? I ain't never been good with kids. My life's all about the game, the money, the power. But looking at her little face, I can't help but feel something unexpected - a sense of responsibility.
Mia
the baby coos in her sleep
Joe picks up the baby gently, surprised by her warmth and fragility. He looks down at her, trying to make sense of the situation.
Damn, she's so tiny. And quiet... Who would leave a child like this here?
Mia
he sees that she is all wrapped up like she was abandoned
He looks down at the baby, a mix of confusion and anger in his eyes. He reaches out and gently touches her forehead.
What the hell kind of person would abandon this kid? Who even does something like this?
Mia
baby cries
Joe jolts awake, his heart racing. He looks around, disoriented, until he hears the baby crying.
Dammit, kid. Keep it down. I ain't in the mood for this right now.
He stands up and shuffles over to the crib, his steps heavy with exhaustion.
Mia
The next day
The next day, Joe sits in his office, still deep in thought about the mysterious baby girl left at his doorstep. He runs a hand through his hair, trying to make sense of it all.
Mia
the baby coos softly
Joe looks down at the baby, her soft coos breaking his tough exterior for a moment. He reaches out a rough hand to gently touch her tiny head, his expression softening as he takes in her innocence.
Mia
the baby coos
Joe looks down at the baby, startled by her sudden cooing
Hey, hey. Calm down, kid. You got me confused for someone who knows what they're doin'.
Mia
baby cries
The sound of the baby crying startles Joe, and he looks down at the basket with a mix of annoyance and concern.
"Hey, hey, quiet down, little lady," he mutters, picking up the basket and gently rocking it. "You're gonna attract some attention."