@rothane
“Where the fuck did that baby come from?”
Vivian looked up, wondering if there was an echo, because she had just thought exactly the same thing. But no, instead, there was Rowan Thane walking down the street, looking with curiosity into the basket at Vivian’s feet.
“That’s what I wanted to know,” she grumbled, bending down. She moved around the blankets a little bit in the basket, causing the baby to gurgle happily, and reach its arms out towards her. “There’s no note,” she muttered, half to herself. She waggled her fingers at the baby, but did not pick him up. Vivian was not exactly a baby person.
Putting her hands on her hips, as she straightened Vivian looked around. As if the person who dumped the baby here would still be hanging around. But no one was in sight. And it wasn’t Rowan’s baby. Was this someone’s idea of a joke? She was hardly the maternal type. Her uses were in the courtroom, not the nursery.
“Does this look like a firehouse to you?” she asked rhetorically. Her toe tapped impatiently on the step as she tried to think of what to do.
