My 16-Year-Old Son Rescued a Newborn from the Cold – the Next Day a Cop Showed Up on Our Doorstep

They rushed over.

One EMT knelt, eyes already scanning the baby.

“Temp’s low,” he muttered, lifting him from Jax’s arms. “Let’s get him inside.”

The baby let out a weak wail as he was lifted.

Jax’s arms dropped, suddenly empty.

They wrapped the baby in a real blanket and hustled him into the ambulance. Doors slammed.

They were working on him before the wheels even moved.

The officer turned to us.

“What happened?” he asked.

“I was walking through the park,” Jax said. “He was on the bench, wrapped in that.” He nodded toward the crumpled blanket. “I called 911 and tried to keep him warm.”

The officer’s eyes swept over him—pink hair, piercings, black clothes, no jacket in the freezing air.

I saw the flash of judgment.

Then the shift as it clicked.

He looked at me.

“That’s what happened,” I said, steady. “He gave the baby his jacket.”

The officer nodded slowly.

Jax stared at the ground.

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