Single Father
@subdividearcanebeacon
The infant is small. Left on his doorstep by it’s mother, an ex that he hadn’t known was pregnant. But the scent is obvious. His scent in this baby’s veins. A child. His child. The little card and Birth Certificate saying the baby’s name is Eli. Eli Hale.
He pulls out his phone, and calls the only person he can think of.
Stiles.
When the other answers, his eyes well with tears.
“Stiles. I need help.”



















