Little Baby Wont Stop Crying No Matter What Parents Do, Then They Finally Check the Crib

Walter returned from work to the sound of his baby son’s cries echoing through the house. Stepping in from the garage, he found his wife, Abby, in the kitchen, visibly distressed. “How long has he been crying?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around her. Through sobs, Abby replied, “I’ve tried everything—feeding, changing, bathing, burping, even checking his temperature—but nothing works! He just won’t stop crying!”

Since becoming parents a month ago, their lives had been turned upside down by Logan’s relentless wailing. Nothing pained Walter more than hearing his son cry. Determined to help, he led Abby to Logan’s room. When he approached the crib, he was startled not by the usual sight of a sleeping baby, but by a dictaphone and a note lying there. As he pressed the stop button on the device, the crying abruptly ceased.

“What did you do?” Abby called, but Walter was already lost in thought, reading the note. It read:
“I warned you that you’d regret being rude to me.
If you want to see your baby again, leave $200,000 in the luggage storage lockers near the pier.
If you go to the police, you’ll never see him again.”

Abby’s gasp shattered the silence. “Oh my God! What does this mean? Was I rude to someone? Who would kidnap Logan?”

Suddenly, fragments of a memory resurfaced—Walter recalled a janitor at the maternity hospital he had mistreated. The janitor had once brought a cute, bear-shaped pot for Abby, only for it to break when Walter had tripped over his broom. In his anger, Walter had hurled awful names at the man, who had ominously warned, “You’ll regret it!”

“Maybe it’s him,” Walter murmured. “We should go to the police.” But Abby’s voice trembled, “The note says if we go to the police, we’ll never see Logan again. We have to pay the ransom.”
Reluctantly, Walter reasoned, “I don’t know if paying will bring him back, but the janitor works at the hospital—we might be able to catch him if we alert the police.” Abby agreed, and they drove to the police station. Just as they were about to step out of the car, Walter’s  phone buzzed with a message:
“This is your first and last warning. If you enter that police station, your kid’s going into the bay. Get the money to the location below.”

Abby’s eyes widened in horror as Walter scanned the crowded scene, realizing there was no way to rescue Logan except by paying the ransom. With Abby’s condition worsening—she felt nauseated and on the verge of throwing up—Walter decided it was best to drive her home instead of risking her further distress.

“Don’t hate me for this, honey, but you need to rest,” he said softly. Abby, tearful, managed a bitter comment: “But Walter… does that kidnapper even know how to care for a newborn?” Her words tormented him as he drove her home, dark thoughts filling his mind. He pictured Logan trapped in a dark room, crying for help that never came.

Summoning every ounce of determination, Walter finally pulled himself together and drove to the bank. He then went to the storage locker mentioned in the note and deposited the money. Amid the bustling crowd, he spotted the janitor from the maternity hospital near the lockers. The man wore a flashy shirt—one that made him stand out among the eclectic crowd. Walter followed him, but a tourist group soon obscured his view. After tense minutes, the janitor reappeared, and Walter, seizing the opportunity, confronted him near another row of lockers.

“Where is my son?” Walter demanded, shoving the janitor against the lockers. The janitor stuttered, “Look, I was just paid $100 to collect a package and drop it off here—I don’t know anything about your son!”
Furious, Walter shouted, “Don’t you dare lie! I followed every instruction.” Yet when Walter opened the locker, he found it empty—a hole had been cut in the back, concealed by a loosely attached steel plate.

Despair and dread overtook him as he raced back home, checking every room. Abby was nowhere to be found; her belongings had vanished from their bedroom. Initially, Walter suspected she had been kidnapped, and he frantically called her, but there was no answer. Then a horrifying thought struck him—Abby had been the one insisting on paying the ransom. Could it be that she was involved? Had she, perhaps with an accomplice, orchestrated Logan’s disappearance?

Though Walter’s heart shattered at the possibility, the faint comfort came from knowing that the ransom money was fake. He resolved that he would find a way to rescue his son. Desperate for answers, he drove to the maternity hospital where Logan had been born. Near a vending machine, he encountered a doctor. “I need your help,” Walter pleaded. “Please call my wife.” The doctor, after scrutinizing Walter and listening to his dire situation—and swayed by a discreet display of cash—agreed.

Together, they made their way to a nurse’s station on the second floor. Amid the bustling hospital, the doctor dialed Abby’s number and, in a controlled tone, said, “Good morning, Mrs. Taylor; this is Dr. Jones from the maternity hospital. I’m calling to inform you that a routine test on your son revealed something very serious. He needs immediate treatment.” Abby’s emotional outburst was muffled by the station’s noise, but the message was clear: she would soon bring Logan in for urgent care. Dr. Jones ended the call with a nod to Walter, saying, “I did my part; now it’s your turn to pay up.”

Walter made the payment and returned downstairs, his mind heavy with uncertainty. Minutes later, his  phone rang again. With a bitter sneer, he answered, “Where’s Logan? I demand you bring him back!” Abby’s voice on the other end was furious: “You tight-fisted jerk! The money was fake! Logan needs treatment, and I can’t take him because of you. Where’s the real money, Walter?”
In disbelief, Walter retorted, “It’s in my account, where it’s always been. What’s wrong with Logan—is this just another scheme to get my money?” Abby’s bitter accusations and tears filled his ears. “I won’t let our son die! I’ll pay,” Walter declared before hanging up.

Hearing Abby admit her role in Logan’s kidnapping broke Walter’s heart all over again. After a few agonizing minutes, he managed to transfer money immediately using his app and waited in excruciating silence.

Tears streamed down Walter’s face when his little brother, James, arrived at the hospital with Abby. James held Logan close as Abby spoke to the receptionist. In slow motion, police and FBI agents surrounded them—Walter had alerted the authorities in time. An FBI agent barked, “You’re under arrest for kidnapping! Hand the child over slowly and raise your hands!” Abby screamed, “Get away from us! My son is sick and needs to see a doctor!” Walter, however, stepped forward. “There’s nothing wrong with Logan!” he insisted as Abby’s eyes burned with fury. In the ensuing chaos, Abby and James were tackled and arrested.

Clutching Logan, Walter felt a mix of relief and deep sorrow. Amid the chaos, Abby screamed bitterly, “You think you’ve won? Logan isn’t even yours! You couldn’t even get me pregnant, remember? Whatever’s wrong with you clearly doesn’t run in the family!” Walter’s heart ached, but he stood firm. “I will adopt him if that’s what it takes. I’ll watch him grow up while you both rot behind bars,” he declared, leaving with his son.

In the weeks that followed, Walter’s world was shrouded in bitter regret and uncertainty. His little brother’s visit, the police and FBI interrogations, and the final court proceedings painted a grim picture of a family torn apart. Yet, amidst the devastation, Walter clung to a single, unwavering truth: he would do whatever it took to get his son back.

In a final act of determination, Walter drove to the maternity hospital where Logan had been born and confronted a doctor he hoped could help him reach Abby. Through hushed negotiations and a discreet exchange of cash, the doctor contacted Abby with fabricated news about a critical genetic condition in Logan—a desperate ploy to force her to bring him in. Dr. Jones’s calculated call to Abby left no room for refusal, and within minutes, she relented.

But when the FBI arrived and took Abby and James into custody, an FBI agent bellowed, “You’re under arrest for kidnapping!” as Abby’s protests filled the sterile hospital corridors. In the turmoil, Walter clutched Logan tightly, relieved to have his son back even as his heart broke anew.

“You think you’ve won?” Abby screamed bitterly as she was dragged away. “Logan isn’t even yours!”
Walter’s voice was cold and resolute as he replied, “I will adopt him if that’s what it takes. I will watch him grow up while you both rot behind bars.” With those words, he left the hospital, determined to forge a future with his miracle baby—a future built on love, even in the midst of betrayal.

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