Laura is surprised by how much she enjoys breastfeeding. She leans closer to Liz’s body, suckling the milk as fast as she can. She’s so caught up in it that she doesn’t hear what Liz and Steve have planned.
“Well, we have to call the police, right?” Liz asks. Steve nods.
“Absolutely.”
“I sort of want to adopt her…”
“If they can’t find her family, then we’ll do everything we can to make that happen,” Steve assures his wife. He smiles down at breastfeeding Laura. “She seems like such a sweet baby.”
“She’s definitely a hungry one,” Liz says with a laugh, moving Laura to her other breast, as she has drained the first one. Steve leaves the room to call the police.
Laura finishes feeding. Then, to her continuing humiliation, Liz burps her and puts her into a footed onesie.
“There you go,” Liz coos at Laura. The doorbell rings. “Oh, let’s go see who it is!” Liz carries Laura to the front door and opens it, revealing a policewoman.
“We got a call about an abandoned infant?” the woman asks.
“Yes. This sweet little girl right here,” Liz says, holding up Laura. The woman smiles at Laura.
“She’s adorable. We’ll take her off your hands, then.”
“Do you have a carrier?”
“Of course.”
“Diapers?”
“Yes.”
“She’s breastfeeding.”
“So am I,” laughs the woman. “I just got off maternity leave. If she gets hungry at the station, I can feed her.”
“Oh.” Liz looks down at Laura. She sighs softly. “Well, they seem prepared for you. Goodbye, sweetie.” She hands Laura over to the policewoman. “If you can’t track down her family, let us know. We’d be more than happy to take her in.”
“You got it.” The policewoman takes Laura, brings her to a patrol car, and buckles her into a baby carrier. “Okay, honey, time to go to the station!” The woman gets in the car and drives away. Laura looks out the window, watching as she gets further from the place her dice are in. She begins to cry. “Oh, are you hungry? I’ll feed you when we get there.”
Laura cries the entire drive to the police station, despite the woman’s attempts to calm her down. Still in the baby carrier, and still sobbing, she is brought inside. A few police officers coo over her. Finally, she is set down on a desk.
“C’mere,” the policewoman says, removing her from the carrier. She drapes a nursing blanket over her front before she undoes her shirt and brings Laura to a breast. As she is offered yet another woman’s nipple, Laura realizes she is hungry again. She latches on and drinks greedily. “There you go, sweetie.”
The warm milk of her second feeding, combined with the energy she spent crying in the car, wears Laura out. She falls asleep immediately after she is burped.