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I'm sorry, Danny.

That sentence had been running through my head for almost an hour now. Though it was slowly starting to be drown out by the wails of the 1 month old boy that was in my arms.

This morning I had been woken up to someone knocking on the door. By the time I answered it though no one was there. Well, besides the car seat that was holding a note, a birth certificate that needed a name, and, apparently, my son.

Almost as soon as I lifted the car seat the baby boy started to cry. Somehow I had read the note as I tried to calm him down. Now though…Now I wasn't sure I was calm enough myself.

Adrianna Reynosa was a random hook-up I had back in October of last year. He was born on July 10. And according to the letter she just wasn't strong enough to take care of him.

"Okay," I said bouncing the baby slightly, "It's okay. We're just going to go find out if you're mine. That's all. After you stop crying. You can stop crying now."

I knew that I was beginning to lose it even as I talked. Never in my life had I ever thought I'd be put in this position. Now that I was I had no idea what I was supposed to do.

"Shh," I said holding him close to me, "It's okay. Everything will be okay."

It was odd, but when I moved so his head was resting over my heart the cries softened until they were gone all together. As I stared down at the baby I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

I had to admit that he was beautiful. Now that he wasn't crying. It was his eyes though that were getting my attention. I still wanted to get a DNA sample, but those eyes were mine.

"Hey," I said smiling slightly, "Wow. You're mine, aren't you? You're my son?"

The boy blinked up at me a few times before a smile came to his lips as well. Soft cooing sounds fell from his lips as a hand grabbed onto my shirt and balled it in a fist tightly.

Moving slowly I went back into my bedroom and picked up my cell phone. I knew that I was going to need help with this. The only person I could think of to help me though was my boss.

"Taylor," Mac said answering his phone.

"Hey Mac," I said shifting the baby in my arm, "I need your help."

"Where are you?"

"My apartment. Umm…Can you bring your kit and some baby things?"

"Baby things? Danny, what's going on?"

"You'll see. Just…Uh…Food and diapers for a one month old."

"Danny…"

"Please Mac."

I heard Mac sigh on his end of the line before he agreed. After hanging up I focused my attention to the baby in my arms again. He was staring at me with what I could only guess was a confused look. Could babies even be confused?

"Mac's my boss," I said not knowing what I was explaining this to someone who couldn't understand me, "He'll help me figure this out. He'll know what to do with you."

The baby suddenly looked very sad and a loud wail filled my ears. My eyes widened when I heard that. Was it actually possible that the baby actually understood me? No, that was impossible.

Sighing I stared to bounce the baby in my arms as I paced my room. I really was bad at taking care of a child if this is what happened. And he was supposed to be my own son.

"Okay," I said shifting him in my arms, "Do you want me to apologize or something? Alright, I'm sorry about what I said. It was wrong and I'm sorry."

When the baby didn't stop crying I began to panic. What was I supposed to do to get him to be quiet? I mean, I had no idea why he was and I had none of the supplies I'd need if he was hungry or needed to be changed.

"Come on, kid," I said rocking him, "Calm down for me. Calm down for Danny."

After what seemed like hours of trying to quiet the kid a knock came to my door. As I walked to the door I hoped that it was Mac and not one of my neighbors. I really didn't feel like explaining the baby to them.

"Danny," Mac said walking in with bags and his case in his arms, "What's going on?"

"Right now all I know is that this might be my son," I said moving him so he was resting on my chest again, "And that he hates me."

Mac gave me one if his signature looks before motioning for the baby. I felt confused as I realized I really didn't want to give him the child. How as I already attached to the baby?

"He has your eyes," Mac said calmly, "And your attitude."

I opened my mouth to say something when my eyes met the babies once more. He was crying just as loudly as before, but now I started to smell whatever was coming out of his diaper.

"Mac," I said my eyes wide.

"I'll show you how to change a diaper," Mac said shaking his head, "We'll change him on the counter for now."

Nodding my head I followed my boss into the bathroom. He instructed me to wipe the counter down with some soapy water before rinsing it off to make sure it was clean. Then he placed the baby on it.

"Have you come up with a name?" Mac asked slowly showing me everything I had to do to change a diaper.

"I don't know," I said shrugging, "If he's not mine I don't want him to get used to a name only to have to change it."

"We'll drop his DNA sample off at the lab before we go grab some things for around your apartment. For now he is your son. You'll take care of him for now. And unless you find out he's not yours or you decide not to take care of him he'll stay there."

Sighing I leaned against the wall and tried to think. I wasn't a father by any means. Now, whether I was ready or not, I was, more likely than not, going to be one now.

What I didn't understand though was why I was looking forward to that. I wanted him to be my child. I wanted to take care of him. Still I was a single guy with a job that had crazy hours. How good of a father would I be?