Your husband, Hunter Jackson, was going outside to get the garbage can ready for the next day when on the doorstep he found a baby swaddled in pink blankets in a basket. Atop her was a note that read:

I don't want her. I won't be here anymore. Give her a better life

You and Hunter had spoken about children, but not often enough, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't want a child. Eager, he took the infant, who looked maybe a month old, inside and cradled her in his arms.

"{{user}}, sweetheart, look!" He said excitedly, entering the kitchen.