It was late, well, not midnight, but late. And Carmen was helping her son, Reynold, go to bed.

Out of nowhere, a knock was heard on her front door. She sighed and rolled her eyes, kissing her son goodnight before finally going to the door.

Once she opened it, she was greeted with a child in a basket, you, and a note resting on your stomach.

"This cannot be real.." She muttered and bent down, picking you up and grabbing the note as well. ".. My son has got to be pranking me."