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Graves, about Ghost: Autism be damned that boy can shoot a gun

Price: *stares at him*

Graves: … I’m trying to be supportive

Price: The sad thing is that I believe you

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Teen!Ghost: I’m dying

Teen!Ghost: *sneezes*

Price: You just need to take some allergy medicine

Teen!Ghost: I’M DYING-

Price: You’re still going to school

Teen!Ghost: *dramatic crying noises*

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I don't know which version I like more

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A story for my friend @itsscromp while I finish up some other things for him as well.

For some context this does take place in a sort of siblings/childhood friends au.

Simon was willing to do some crazy things to cheer you up. And I mean, crazy. From tickle attacks to cuddles until his toes to numb and he's got a kink in his neck.

But today is a whole new ordeal. You'd come home from school, a bad day at school. Where you were attending didn't exactly treat you with any respect, and when you'd reported bullying several times you went unanswered.

Today you came home tired. Slinging off your backpack and heading for the couch. You looked pretty bummed, and Simon could tell, sipping his tea in the kitchen.

"You doing ok y/n??"

You shrugged, slumping and turning on the tv. "School..."

Simon could tell you were pretty upset. And it didn't look like you were in any mood for tickles. So he had to think up something different... And then the craziest idea hit him.

Well, worst case it didn't work and you thought he was insane. He put down his tea, and took off his shirt.

You noticed from the corner of your eye and looked over at him. "Simon... What are you doing??"

"Drinking my tea." Simon raises his cup and takes another swig, popping his pecs. For a moment you were confused, and then giggled a little.

Simon continued on, pumping his pecs and sitting down on the couch next to you. And then his eyes widened. "Oh shit- y/n-"

"What's wrong, Simon??" You asked through laughter.

"I can't stop! They're moving on their own!"

"Oh no!" He keeps going, watching you as your face starts to light up more. "Oh no, they're cursed!!" You laughed, watching him pump his pecs.

Simon feigned immense panic. "Who cursed my beautiful pecs!!?"

You were trying to breathe right, laughing. "I don't know!"

"What do I do?? I can't stop them!" Simon smirks, even though it was a tad humiliating. He would only ever do this for you. Oh the life of him.

"Put your hands on them??" You suggest, still laughing.

Simon tries it, but continues on. "No, no they're too bloody strong!"

"Then stop working out." You snorted.

Simon decides he's way in over his head and gasps. "I could never do that! I must keep them beautiful and strong!"

You fell off the couch, snorting loudly, making Simon chuckle. "You ok there??"

"You're funny." You laughed, wiping your tears from the ordeal.

"Me and my pecs." Simon pats them.

You snickered and sighed happily, lightly shaking your head. "Simon... You'll kill me."

"Hey, they hear what people say about them, y'know." You look up, wiping some tears and nodding. "Oh? And what are they saying now?"

Simon considered this, and then looked over at the table. "They say... There's only one piece of chicken left and it's mine!"

You gasped as Simon dashed over. "Hey!" He snatched it up, snickering and licking his lips. Devouring the piece.

You huffed softly. "Unfair."

"My pecs are always one step ahead y'know."

You rolled your eyes softly. "Like I said, unfair. Now I want cuddles." You reached out, Simon frowning.

He popped his pecs and turned slightly. "Hm.. should we?? I know.. I know, it could be dangerous... How long would we go without food or water?" He mumbled, still popping his pecs.

"That is very true..."

"Alright," Simon turned back to you. "We've universally agreed to your request."

"Good." You nodded and got up, heading to the couch. Simon quickly cleaned up and finished up the dishes before going to find you. He stood near you, "We are ready."

You eagerly opened your arms and Simon flopped down on top of you harshly, making you huff. "Hey buddy.." You patted his back.

"Thank you Simon, and Simon's pecs..." You huffed, smiling softly.

"We all say you're welcome." Simon mumbled, snuggling against your neck.

But you weren't alone. Price came down the stairs and saw you two snuggled up. Without a moment to waste he came around and scooped you two up.

You both huffed and grimaced as he squeezed you gently. "Dad..."

"Snuggles without me, huh?"

You and Simon were squished. You looked at Simon, hopeless. "Why didn't your pecs earn us of this!?"

"Well maybe they wanted this, ever consider that!?"

"I'll never understand..."

"No you won't, only I will. You hear??" He huffed softly. You snickered, content, even if you were being crushed.

But Simon always had a way to cheer you up. Through adulthood you and Simon never lost the relationship you'd always had.

Simon could tell when you were bummed out, he didn't always, or ever, know what it was about, but he knew it had to be something. He was a fixer, he had to fix this.

So when he saw you sadly sipping your drink in the kitchen, he moved. He yawned, taking his shirt off.

"Simon?" You looked over at him confused. Simon stretched, "Ah sorry, I've just been hearing voices. Y'know, I think they're acting up."

He moved his pecs, his eyes going slightly wide. "What?? Y/n's been feeling sad?? Whaaaaat? Noo..."

You snickered a little. "They're back?"

Simon patted his stomach and nodded. "Yeah, they've been whispering things to me. We've been having midnight talks." He whispered.

You snorted. "What are you saying??" You laughed.

"They are saying... Y/n looks really good today, and they're proud of how well you're doing." He nodded firmly.

"They would like to give a motivational speech but... They don't have mouths."

"Well I'll take that as a compliment??" You laughed more, smiling as even now he could cheer you up with little effort. It's part of his charm really.

"They said you're very welcome." Simon smiled, and you smiled back.

"You always know how to cheer me up Simon."

Simon grabbed his shirt again. "Hey, as soon as you came around and became our problem, that became one of my job titles." He ruffled your hair.

Oh, your brother. What a silly man on the inside.

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Those who do know what I'm talking about I would like to apologize. I've taken the post down because I do realize it was in very poor taste. I never wished to come off how I did, and I realized it was not my place to step. For anyone I've offended, I'm hoping we can move forward from this as I genuinely didn't understand that what I had done was so offensive or more than a joke. I know now that it was a place I shouldn't step in and yet I did it anyway and that was very poor judgement on my part. I'm not going to do anything like that again, and I promise it was not out of any malice in my heart, but my extremely poor judgement and misunderstanding.

I realize that now it wasn't a joke and even if it was, I would have had no right to step over that boundary like I did. I've been made aware that what happened was poorly received and I'm committed to moving forward to improve from this lesson that I've learned.

I know people may resort to calling me things I'd never wish to be labeled as. All I can do is realize that I didn't make the best decision today, as every human will do. I've done what I can in removing the post and apologizing, and that's all I can do. I'm very sorry for how my careless actions affected people.

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Price: I don’t want to blame anyone in particular but-

Ghost: *staring intensely at him while covered in nlood and twitching*

Price: … I think everyone is to blame

Laswell: John-

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I love his face, his beautiful eyes and sweet looking lips 🥺 He looks so soft here 🫠

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.... I mean, while I write your stuff, why not? 👀

Inbox me (1) thing you want to know about me.

DO IT PLS

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Woah there sir 👀

I just think johnny could convince simon to wear a kilt

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Nik: *typing on a laptop while laying in bed*

Teen!Ghost: *opens the bedroom door, wearing full hunting camo including a mask*

Nik: *looks up and snorts when he sees him*

Teen!Ghost: *gets on the floor and army crawls towards the bed*

Nik, laughing: малыш what are you doing??

Teen!Ghost: *says nothing as he stops next to the bed, reaching his hand up and blindly looking for Nik’s wallet on the nightstand*

Nik: Why- Why are you- *snorts*

Teen!Ghost: *grabs Nik’s wallet before he sits up and looks through it, pulling out his credit card before dramatically snapping the wallet shut and dropping it back on the nightstand*

Nik, wheezing: You could’ve just asked

Teen!Ghost: *flops back onto the floor and wiggles back across the floor to the door*

Nik: *laughs loudly*

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inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.

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*Evil noises* I'm coming for you guys 😏 my new pookies are going on display soon!

So... Genuinely curious, if anyone in the Fallout fandom hapeth upon this...

Is there uh... Is there a fandom for this?? Or am I the only one? Is this worth starting another blog purely to go insane over ✨them✨

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So... Genuinely curious, if anyone in the Fallout fandom hapeth upon this...

Is there uh... Is there a fandom for this?? Or am I the only one? Is this worth starting another blog purely to go insane over ✨them✨

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Sports journalist Simon Riley who doesn't care much for the gossip of the sports industry and more about getting the gritty details of every aspect of his favorite pastime, football.

So imagine his utter joy when he's assigned by his management to write a bio on a famous football star who is flying from Scotland to England to join the team.

John is everything Simon is not, and having to spend so much time with him in order to write a report piece of the gossip and the story of his life makes Simon want to rip his hair out. John thinks he's kinda cute though.

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I'M BEING ASSAULTED, what did I sign up for bro?? 😭

So uh... Can someone tell me what this 'boop' thing is?? And why is it only showing up that I can boop certain people?? What is the purpose of the Boop?? Can someone help me, what?? 😭

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So uh... Can someone tell me what this 'boop' thing is?? And why is it only showing up that I can boop certain people?? What is the purpose of the Boop?? Can someone help me, what?? 😭

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May I ask you, as the reader's foster fathers, for Task Force 141? (preferably, the reader will be about 8-9 years old) BRO SORRY FOR MY ENGLISH, IF ANYTHING IS UNCLEAR YOU CAN ASK

No problem my friend, I did approach this one a few different times but I've got it down.

141 as Foster Fathers.

Ghost:

Ghost didn't have a lot of time to foster a child, especially since he had been in the military. I feel because of how mentally iffy this man is he'd foster a child when he was forced to take a break from the military. The combination of his anger issues and rehabilitation put him out of his job.

Stuck in his stuffy, small apartment with no one to talk to. But when Price found himself in the possession of a young child, he went to Ghost. Ghosts was someone he trusted, even if Price never seen him handle a kid.

For... One reason or another Ghost agreed, Price heading to Manchester with the small child and helping them grab their bags.

You looked at the building where a large man stood. Price nodded to him quietly, coming over with the large bags and handing them to Ghost. "You look good." Price complimented the man.

Ghost sighed and grabbed the bags. "Come on kid." You turned and looked back at Price, holding your stuffie and waving to him.

"Bye y/n." Price headed off, leaving you to walk after the man. He brought you inside, taking you into the elevator. You shifted and squeezed your stuffie. "Ghost is a weird name."

"it's not a name kid, it's a call sign. And you can call me that."

You pouted a little but nodded. You followed him off of his floor and to his apartment. The place was rather empty. (Think beige mom who got major depression)

He had set up an air mattress for you in the spare room. He dropped your bags down and left you to take care of yourself.

Ghost was very detached. While he did his best to take care of you, he wasn't raised in a good home so he didn't have a good grasp on the concept. He tried to cook, but that usually ended up going badly.

After some pestering and asking he did go out and buy some paint. He went through the hair pulling process of getting you into a school, glad that you'd be occupied at least most of the day.

While you were gone at school he painted your room and sanded down the walls. Setting up some wall decals he found while doing his weekly online shopping.

Sometimes you did get a little impatient with him. Growing upset or frustrated when he burnt your cheese toasties, but through the divine powers of therapy and anger management classes, Ghost learned how to take care of you.

It was a long year. Simon and you had to grow but he looked after you. When Price came to check on you some time later he found you drawing at the coffee table in the living room, happily smacking on your cheese toastie.

"How's the kid been??"

"Fine. Acting like a kid I suppose." Ghost shrugged.

Price chuckled, but from your smile he knew you were doing ok.

And soon, there was Simon. The dad you ran to in the night when storms raged, running to his room and hopping into the bed. Snuggling up to his chest and feeling a protective arm wrap around you. Reassuring you and your stuffie that it was ok.

Simon was the father who would get you treats occasionally because he actually worried for the health of your teeth. His brother's teeth were never good and he is not letting that happen to you. No fucking way.

Always extremely overprotective. And despite not liking loud noises and chaos, yes, for your birthday he let you bring your friends from school over. Simon learned how to make a cake, and it... Turned out ok. No parents calling him saying their children got food poisoning.

When you hit your head or felt afraid, Simon was there. Gently holding your face and wiping your tears. "Shh, that's ok. You're ok." He offered a small smile, making you wobbly share your own.

He bought you all the clothes you wanted. As soon as you grow on him he's spoiling you. He's still strict, but the amount of things he gets so he can surprise you with them goes up.

When you're fifteen, Simon is proud that he's been able to take care of you. But... That was until he got a letter from the Foster system. Your biological parents wanted to reunite with you.

He was... Sad. Incredibly sad. He assumed you'd rather go live with them, spend your life and with a real family. Not with a guy who can't cook and is high off meds half the time.

But when you were presented with the opportunity by Price, you didn't hesitate.

You ran back to Simon, jumping into his arms and hanging onto his neck. He huffed and held onto you, still able to hold you despite how big you'd gotten.

"I'm not leaving my Dad..."

That made Simon hug you tightly. Squeezing you and rocking you gently, tears filling his eyes. The first time you had ever seen your father cry.

"And you don't have to go anywhere, little one. You don't have to go."

"I wanna stay with you, Dad..."

Price:

Literally is used to adopting random people off the streets. He plucked Kyle out of his homestead at 32 so obviously what's the sweat in caring for an eight year old?? Right..??

A team under Price's command came back from a mission where they found you amongst the ruins of a collapsed building. Somehow having survived by miracle with minimal injuries, but a concussion.

Price couldn't turn away the child, he couldn't. When it was dark in the hospital room he came to see you, gently rubbing your hand.

"Dad...??" Your small voice came out scratchy, shifting in bed.

Price pursed his lips, "No sweetheart, my name is John Price. But I will be taking care of you..."

You were quiet, while your concussion passed, Price was there, helping you as you recovered. The constant pain and upset of where your parents were was something that made Price sad. He didn't want to tell you they were most likely crushed.

He brought you to his house and set you up with an air mattress and some blankets. "Will this be ok??"

"Fine..." You tucked yourself in, slowly easing your head down onto the pillow. Price turned out the lights and was about to leave.

"John??" You whimpered.

"Yes?" He turned as you looked up at him from the bed. "It's dark. I don't wanna sleep alone..."

Price sighed and looked around, seeing if he could get you something. He didn't own anything for children. He searched around before finding some stuffed animal he forgot he had. He tossed it in to you and you gripped on.

"Goodnight kiddo"

You didn't reply, instead holding onto the stuffie and closing your eyes.

As Price lets you rest, you choose to stay in your room. Sleeping and talking to the new stuffed animal.

He didn't push you to talk to him but he did try to order you something for your room. He got some decorations, even if he isn't the most decorative person.

He ordered a proper bed and such, waiting for it to come in and instead let you come out on your own. He'd occasionally hear you scuttle out and go to the bathroom or snatch something from the kitchen.

One night Price had a movie playing, starting to fall asleep and not hearing the bedroom door. You slipped down the stairway with your blanket and stuffie.

You shuffled over, seeing him on the couch. You were hesitant, and then finally came over and snuggled up onto the couch. Price opened his eyes, now alert and looking down at you.

He didn't push you away, instead wrapping his arm around you and letting you curl up.

The two of you stayed and watched the movie until you fell asleep wrapped up in his arms.

Price wrapped your blanket around you and picked you up. "Ok kiddo..." He whispered, holding you against his chest and bringing you to bed.

He slowly tucked you in and adjusted your head. He smiled softly and let you sleep.

That's when you and Price grew closer. Closer and closer as you grew up. Price found himself growing more attached to you. Laswell ended up finding a place for you, but you didn't care to leave, Price also fought it.

Eventually Price sat you down, letting you eat your cereal in splendor. "So... Egg" *the nickname he'd taken to calling his kiddo. You looked up at him curiously.

"I was talking to Ms. Laswell,"

You drooped. The last time he mentioned that it meant you might be leaving Price. You didn't want that...

"What would you think if I adopted you?"

Your head shot up so fast. You looked at him with giant puppy eyes. "Really??"

"Really 😊"

You forgot all about your cereal and rushed to hug him, jumping into his arms with no fear he wouldn't catch you. He wrapped you up and held you.

"Is that a yes?"

"YES YES YES YES!!" You squealed. "I want to stay with you, Dad."

That. That right there meant more than the world to Price.

Gaz:

Kyle also wasn't looking to adopt. So imagine his surprise when they brought children back to base. It wasn't what he expected when a whole gaggle of kids from their latest extraction were brought to go to the foster system.

Unfortunately while the papers were finalized you all were stuck there. Kyle didn't pay much mind. He stayed in his own world doing drills and going through the files in the basement. It was his favorite activity apart from shooting guns.

You weren't very interested in the lady they had looking after you guys. She smiled and sang in a sugary sweet tone that you didn't like. So you decided to be naughty, and wander away.

You slipped out into the halls and rushed to explore. Finding the giant elevator and, as any 9 year old would be, immediately wanted to know where it went.

So you went in and pressed a random button, waiting excitedly for what you would find.

When you did get down there, there were a few lights on with one guy there. Upon hearing the elevator he turned and spotted you, surprised.

"What are you doing down here??"

"Um..."

Kyle sighed. "Go back upstairs, the private will be looking for where you've wandered off to."

And what 9 year old listens? Well, not you. So instead you u got out and wandered down the long aisle to him.

Peering over his shoulder to what he was doing. Kyle didn't comment as you read what he was. Bah, boring performance record muck.

You wandered around before sitting by his leg and leaning against him. Kyle was abrasive, but you weren't causing any trouble. So he let you stay.

"Do you ever do fun stuff?" You mumbled.

"This is fun??"

"No... This is for nerds." You gripped onto his leg.

Kyle wasn't a stranger to the word, instead choosing to ruffle your hair. "Well what does that say about you, hey kid?"

You smiled a little and looked up at him. "I'm not a nerd, you're a nerd!"

"Oh yeah? Well you should see my friend Soap, he's a real nerd."

"You're a nerd, with nerd friends." You snickered. The banter goes back and forth between you two, making you giggle and shriek in laughter.

Kyle and you continued to hangout until one day. You slumped down to the archives and sat down, slumping against his leg. "Hey kid... What's wrong?"

"They're making me go..." You mumbled and gripped onto him.

"Yeah, I heard." He put away the file and combed his fingers through your hair gently.

"But I don't wanna go. I wanna stay with Gaz..."

Kyle smiled sadly. "Hey, before you know it you'll possibly have a family, and siblings. How exciting does that sound??"

You mumbled, and shook your head, hiding against him. Kyle felt his heart sink, gently brushing his hand through your hair. "Yeah... I'm sorry, kid."

Kyle couldn't handle the look in your eyes. Those soft big eyes begged him to take you home and keep you safe. They just begged.

So he caved, and he talked to Price. Asking him what it would take for him to take you home. It was a long conversation, battling between what would be best for you, but Kyle held his ground. If it became too much he would relinquish but he was determined.

So when you came wandering to the archives he ruffled your hair. "Chin up kid, you're coming home with me."

You looked up, your eyes filling with excitement. "Really!??"

"Yep, just you and me."

You shrieked and launched into his arms, forcing him to lift you up. Kyle was excited too. It would be a new set of adventures for him, and he knew it would be nothing close to easy. But whatever, you're his kiddo now. He's pulling a Price.

So he swept you up and took you home. His little apartment wasn't much but he went out immediately and got what he would need to accommodate you.

He also went out to buy some stuff, taking you with him. Letting you run rampant down the toy aisle and come back with a couple things. The smile on your face made him happy.

You skipped alongside him, jumping up onto the cart and letting him zoom you gently down the aisles.

Eventually returning home. Kyle let you decorate your room and soon, you were home. Really home.

Every day when you came home from school you'd run to Kyle and hug him tightly. Snuggling up into his arms and he pulled you up, kissing your cheeks.

Being your dad wasn't bad. It was certainly hard, but Kyle didn't regret his decision.

Eventually he officially adopted you, keeping you far away from the foster system. You would continue to do movie nights and eat ice cream in your pajamas with your Dad. The best dad in the whole world.

Soap:

John's family had always been involved in the foster care world. His oldest sister worked in one of the facilities helping kids with special needs. So when John was on leave he wasn't a stranger to his sister heading to people's houses or to the facility to check up on the kids there.

He'd never really considered adopting. He knew that kids were a huge responsibility and his sister drilled that into his head, convinced that he would be smarter when he started getting himself around.

But he never did, he was smart. Until one day showing up to his family home with a kid squeezing his arm. His sister just about grilled him, but John was quick to defend.

"Nah, they're from the foster system, Price and Laswell had a hiccup on base, so I offered to look after the kid on my leave." John ruffled your hair, letting you stay close to his side.

You clung to John like a koala. Maybe it was because all of his family was overwhelming to be around. But if John sat down you were on his lap instantly, and if he moved, you clung to his hip like you were attached.

It was cute. And it was clear John didn't mind the invading of his personal space. Often joking quietly with you and making silly faces so you'd laugh a little.

It was just too adorable. John capturing you and blowing raspberries, making you smile and giggle. Shrieking and trying to scramble away.

You'd run up to his room and hide under the big bed, John pretending to try and get to you, eventually giving up and flopping on his back.

"bleh" he stuck out his tongue. He's dead.

You would eventually crawl out, squirming over and flopping on his chest, making him huff.

"You didn't get me 😁"

"I dinnae..." He smiles, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you all over. "You're too fast!"

You squirmed and squealed, trying to get away again. John snickered and ran after you.

That month was so much fun. John made you smile, made you laugh, and he comforted you. In the night when storms hit Glasgow you'd grab your stuffie and rush to his bed across the room from your air mattress.

"Johnny... 🥺"

That's all it took for him to roll over and let you climb in. Wrapping his arms around you and gently rubbing your back. "Sh... It's ok, it can't hurt you here.."

"It's loud." You mumbled, squeezing him.

"I know, but that's all it is. The storm is loud, but I'm louder." He kissed the top of your head, tucking you against his chest and allowing you to sleep.

You grew so attached to John. At the end of the month when you had to head back John knew that by then, Price would have something figured out for you.

Hand in hand you followed him back with a smile. When you saw Price you waved, but Price wasn't alone. He had two people with him. You looked at the man and the woman who smiled and waved.

"Whose those Johnny..??"

John squeezed your hand. "They're going to take you home..."

You looked up at him, your eyes filling with sorrow. "I don't wanna leave you."

"I know kiddo..." He tried to assure you but you didn't let go of his arm. The woman tried to come and introduce herself but you kicked at her and squeezed his arm.

"Hey, that's enough." John tried to comfort you, but you hid against his chest, the water works coming. Price felt sad as John hugged you and rocked you gently. He slowly strokes your hair and kisses your temple.

You didn't ever want to leave John, you couldn't. John was your Dad, no one else got that.

"Dad..." You sobbed against him. He continued to rub your back, the couple eventually backing away, seeing no use in a foolish child. Why would you cling to him?? You've known him a month. They have toys and games and fun events.

Price apologized but told them they best give it a few days.

Only after they left did John start to slow your tears, wiping them from your cheeks and rubbing your arm. "Shh, I'm here." He smiled softly at you.

"I want you to be my daddy..." You sniffled and hicced. John looked at you, brushing your hair away. "Yeah??"

You nodded frantically, hugging him again.

John couldn't resist that. Those pleading eyes, those hiccs and sad sobs. Begging for him to not let go of you.

So John took the steps he needed to, and signed proper adoption papers. He didn't tell you, instead saving it as a surprise. He packed you a gift and handed it to you.

"For me?? What is it??"

John smiled softly. "Open it and see."

So you ripped it open, seeing a new stuffie, and some papers. Upon looking, your eyes widened and you looked up at him. "What does it mean...??"

"That means that we get to be a family."

Your lip wobbled and you rushed over, squeezing onto him. John smiled and hugged you back tightly. He loved his kiddo so much.