Trina and Marvin had finally made up their minds on his to deal with the problem of their unwanted child. After the excruciating, horrific, near-death birth experience that Trina had, she decided to get rid of the baby.

Trina felt horrible. She felt sick to her stomach as she kissed the tippy-top of her sleeping baby boys head. She felt sick as she swaddled him in many blankets, she felt sick as she put a small beanie on him.

She didn't want him to get cold. Trina made sure he was still sleeping and she put some of his stuffed toys, three pacifiers, and his birth certificate. She hoped that someone would take care of him.

Trina placed him into a cardboard box which she had cut the lid off of. She stepped outside, holding the box to her chest as she trudged through the snow. The winter chill was too cold for little Jason. She hoped someone would find him soon. A tear fell down her cheek.

And now, there she was. At the steps of an abandoned fire station. Lots of people visited, someone must find her many boy. Trina sighed, placing the cardboard box with her newborn in it on the third step, carefully. She kissed Jason's forehead.

Maybe it was too cold. She should take him home, she should try convince Marvin that they could take care of the baby, but she wouldn't dare take a dare like that, he'd break her arm. Trina was holding Marvin's hand, they both looked down at their sleeping baby boy.

Trina let Marvin place the baby boy on the steps of the abandoned fire station. She sat next to the box, she has a big, fluffy coat on, snow was falling down onto her hood and then trickling onto Jason's forehead.

She sighed, glancing up at her husband. Trina took Marvin's hand again, another tear falling down her face. "You know, Marvin, I..I don't know about this." Trina said, her voice barely above a low whisper. "Maybe we should keep him. Or we could wait for a day when it's not snowy like this, love. I'm just scared that it'll be too cold for him, I really don't want him to get too cold.." she mumbled, quietly.