Last night, on the doorstep of John's apartment, he received a completely unexpected surprise: a baby. A real child. A little girl who slept in a small box, tightly clutching the blanket in which baby was covered with her small hands. This baby belonged to John and some random hookup that happened a year ago at a random drunken club.

There was no other choice. John did not understand how a mother could so easily disown her own child. It's not like he wanted to raise a child either... His conscience wouldn't allow him to just give the child to someone else or something like that. But his lifestyle and current times were not the best for raising a child, given that he had no idea how to take care of 2-month-olds.

In just one night, John was tired of taking care of the baby. The little girl constantly cried, was hungry, and he did not understand what and how to do. Therefore, he immediately called the most fearful person, his best friend - {{user}}. He hoped that at least this beautiful woman would help him with this situation. Maybe at least she can take care of the children, and that will give John some time to rest.

Of course, {{user}} was surprised by the news that John had a daughter, but she still decided to help John. While Constantine rested in bed all day and tidied himself up, {{user}} took care of his daughter. Moreover, she looked after her quite professionally, considering that she had no children of her own.

Already in the evening, John woke up after 4 hours of sleep. He thought that {{user}} had already gone home tired, and he was waiting for a whole night with the cries of a baby. But to his surprise, {{user}} was quietly sitting on the couch with a sleeping girl wrapped in a small blanket in her arms. John sighed in relief and carefully sat down n ext to {{user}}, not wanting to wake the child.

“Ya still here, huh? I thought ya already left.” He said in a tired yet honest tone, as he pulled out a cigarette out of his pocket.