Baby Daddy (on hold)

“Out of all the hospitals in Bracknell, you chose the one furthest, away from my house.” Harry huffed.

“Dr Richmond is the only Doctor around that could help us.” Harry replied. I leant my head against the cool glass window. We were at least an hour away from my house and it was getting dark, the light blue colour of sky was quickly turning into a dark blue. The small baby that lay tightly wrapped in blankets in my arms slept quietly. Since Harry and I didn’t have any baby things, we just had to use our minds.

We hadn’t really thought of naming her, not yet anyway. She wasn’t ours, yet she was in our hands and that meant she was our responsibility, and that terrified me.

It was unbelievable that Harry; Harry, was the one who wanted to keep the baby. He had a life and friends; he was still too young to look after this baby. It blew me away that he was so willingly to take this child in and look after it by himself, only needing me to help along the way. “We’re here.” He said, pulling up to a car park and turning of the car.

I began to take off my seatbelt and open the door, but I was stopped by a wave of Harry’s hand. “Let me get that.” He said. He hopped out of the car quickly and jogged to the passenger side, softly opening the door and taking the baby from me, his large hands scooping her under the butt and holding her gently while I got out of the car. “Thank you,” I replied and he smiled in return.

“So do you think this Doctor will really be able to help us?” I asked him quietly as we walked through the glass doors of the entrance of the hospital. Harry had suggested going here as they would have the files of this baby, the names of her parents and things like that.

Harry hummed. “I hope so; we drove an hour and a half to get these dang files.” He laughed.

We approached the front desk and greeted a small elderly woman, “Can I help you?” “We were wondering if we were able to see Doctor Richmond?” I questioned and the lady typed away on her computer. “He’s actually free right now,” She said. “I’d just need your names?”

“Harry Styles and Margo Elliot.”

She nodded once more and proceeded to tell us what hallways and elevators to go up to get to Dr Richmond’s office, once we had arrived, he kindly greeted us in.

“What can I do for you?” He asked and tapped his pen against his desk. “Well,” I replied. “my friend here was at a party Friday night, and someone just handed him a baby and left.”

I summed it up and by the way Dr Richmond’s eyebrows raised in surprise this was new to him. “They just…Gave her to you?” He nodded to Harry and Harry hummed. “I was waiting in the kitchen to go to the bathroom and he just handed her to me, I waited for about twenty minutes and he never came back, so I just took her with me back to Margo’s house.” Dr Richmond hummed in reply and wrote something down.

“We’re going to have to take some DNA tests to find out some things, is that okay?” And Harry and I both nodded.



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"There is no trace of parents for this baby?" Harry said. He cradled the small child in his arms and rocked back and forth. How did he know how to do this? "You mean to tell me that she just appeared from the sky?"

"Harry," I scolded him. "No," The doctor replied. "What I mean to tell you, Mr. Styles is that this child's parents are no longer living, meaning she was passed over to foster parents. But we're not allowed to give private information out to non-relatives; I guess you're going to have to find out for yourself."

Harry's leg stopped bouncing and his eyes widened a little. Dead? This baby's parents were dead and then handed over to a Foster home? She was only a few months old? "Is there any way we can get in contact with the foster parents? Or find out who they are?"

The doctor sighed and I slumped down in my chair a little. "There was a foster home down on 8th street, but it was abandoned a few years ago. For all we know she couldn't even be from here." I sighed again.

This was all too hard. It was confirmed, Harry and I would have to take this baby into our own lives and raise it. “Do you want to give her a name?” Dr Richmond asked, and I shook my head. I was beginning to feel sick.

“Harry,” I breathed. “I think I need to home.” Harry stood up quickly and looked around for a place to set the baby down, the doctor must have noticed because he stood up as well.

“We can provide you a carrier if you’d like, their usually for a new born, but if you’d like one then I’d be happy to give one to you. I nodded and he began to stroll out of the room and down the corridor. “Are you okay?” Harry worried and pressed a hand to my forehead. “You’re getting really hot.” I nodded feebly and began to stand up, my legs felt like jelly.

I held on tightly to Harry’s shoulder as we walked out of doctor Richmond’s office to meet him in the middle, he held a pale pink carrier in his hands, and Harry gently placed the baby down into the carrier and held it with his hand. “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to give you answers,” Dr Richmond said. “But I’m sure you two will make great parents.”

Shit. Oh shit. Parents. My Parents. What were they going to say? I wasn’t even fit to be a parent yet. I only smiled and Harry tugged on my wrist. “C’mon, Margo.”

I followed Harry down and out of the building and over to his car, after about 10 minutes figuring out how to strap the carrier in, we had left the hospital.

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