There’s a baby on Sonny’s doorstep.

He’s never taken care of an infant before, he doesn’t know what to do; he isn’t any good with kids, let alone infants. It’s so tiny in his hands, he fears he might hurt it.

He lays the infant down on the couch cushions, not knowing where else to put her but not wanting to leave her in the box she showed up in. A large hand rests on her stomach, keeping her in place as he looks for his phone.

It's not in his pocket, so he looks around the room, spotting the sleek black phone on the table about three feet away from them. Sonny sighs, glancing at the baby, who coo's up at him, and then shifts so he can keep his hand on her while he reaches for the phone.

"Fuckin'... Casi," he mutters, then grumbles an apology at the baby for cursing. "Got it."

His first call is to you; the cute neighbor that always tries to aid him with simple tasks. He had grown fond, even when you treat him like the old man he knows he isn’t.

But that doesn’t matter now. He needs to get you over here, and fast.

“Hey, uh- I need your help.”