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demo-wise · 4 years

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Trespassing

Prompt #42: “Can anyone else hear the Jumanji-like drums? Or is it just me?”

Prompt #51: “Please stop rolling your shirt sleeves up, it’s terribly distracting”

Summary: Roger and Freddie plan to “break into” a park in the night and drag reader with them.

Pairing: Roger Taylor x fem!Reader (but could be read as gender neutral)

Warnings: Nothing, small mention of breaking and entering, though not really.

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: This is for the lovely @makemeyourwife-loveofmylife, thank you so much for the request, my darling. This one was a bit tricky to figure out with no foundation, but I enjoyed it nonetheless and I hope you do too!

A/A/N: The original Jumanji came out in 1995. Today is the day that changes.

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Your eyes were set on Roger, you didn’t mean to stare. You were trying to study for your chemistry exam while he was hunched over a piece of paper, jotting something down, but he kept pausing to roll his sleeves up to his elbows, you thought because he thought it made him look more official and important - you wanted to scoff at the thought, as if he was doing anything that important - but really, it was just a distraction waiting to happen.

“Please stop rolling your shirt sleeves up, it’s terribly distracting,” you said, glancing over at your idiot of a boyfriend who was currently planning to break into a park that closed at dusk just for the sheer joy of doing something daring. Freddie was joining you two in the next couple of minutes because, hey, why not invite two of the loudest people in the world to do something stupid? Roger looked up at you and gave you a smirk, something you, in hindsight, really should’ve seen coming.

“It’s terribly distracting, is it?” he grinned, leaving the table and making his way over to where you sat on the couch. You nodded and let out a shriek of surprise when he grabbed you off the couch and pulled you up into his arms, his hands set on your waist. He pressed kisses all over your face and thought you tried to push him off you, he wouldn’t let go, and you couldn’t keep your laughter contained. His hands moved across your stomach, effectively making you squirm and laugh louder as you tried to push away from him.

“Roger! Stop i-it!”

He finally relented, instead opting to pull you flush against his chest and press his lips to your hair, before letting you go. You sat back down on the couch, your cheeks flushed red, to which Roger grinned. He took a seat opposite of you on the coffee table, which made you give him a look.

“You should come with us to the park,” he proposed, and you shook your head.

“Rog, I’m not trespassing territory with you, no matter how much I love you”

Roger jutted his bottom lip out, hoping to sway you, “Aw, but y/n, it’s gonna be so fun. Besides, it’s just a public park, we’re not doing anything major”

You shook your head, “No, Rog, I really don’t wanna go”

“Please,” Roger drawed, grabbing your hand, and though you gave him a fond smile accompanied by your eye roll, your answer remained the same.

“Roger, I’m serious, I’m not breaking into a park with you!”

You wrapped your arms around yourself to shield your skin from the wind.

“I can’t believe you guys made me do this,” you muttered, glaring at the two boys walking side by side in front of you, Freddie being the one to wield the flashlight. Roger turned to grin at you, then held his arm out in a silent offer, which you accepted despite yourself. He chose to wear long sleeves, which you envied now that you were outside, but his arm wrapped around you and being pressed into his side certainly helped. You cursed yourself once again for not bringing a jacket when the wind picked up briefly.

It was about a fifteen minute walk to the park, but it went by surprisingly fast once Freddie and Roger got to talking, and soon you’d arrived at the entrance. It really wasn’t much of a break-in, when the park closed, they just locked a short gate over the entrance so no one could drive through to the parking area, and everything else was in the open. As soon as you’d made it to the park, Roger sprinted down the trail to the playground, making you, and probably Freddie, roll your eyes at him and try to run after him. It was quite a large expanse. The park had about a two-mile trail and an extra-mile one that led into the wooded area. There was a large field where little league soccer games would often take place in the summer, and there were two baseball fields. By the time you reached Roger, he seemed adamant on getting himself as high as he could on the swings, and holy shit, you really were dating a man-child. He was vigorously moving his legs to get more height, and a grin was stretched across his face. You just rolled your eyes when he winked at you and took a seat on the bench opposite of the swings and out of the mulch.

“Love, love,” he stumbled off the swing, a bit dizzy and out of breath, plopping next to you, “you gotta do somethin’! Or else it isn’t fun!”

You waved him away, starting to feel a bit of an uneasiness settle around you now that Roger’s laughter had died off and Freddie had wandered to God knows where to do God knows what. It was interesting what the right circumstances could do to a perfectly normal place. It was dark, and very, very quiet, save for the steady sounds of the crickets somewhere in the distance, and somehow just those couple things alone began to give the entire park a sort of ominous feeling, and it made a chill run down your spine. Distantly you heard Freddie whoop in excitement - and probably the remnants of the Hennessy the boys shared before they left - and you felt Roger’s arm squeeze you briefly.

“C-Can anyone else hear those Jumanji-like drums? Or is it just me?” you said, trying to conceal the discomfort in your voice with a small laugh. Roger leaned forward from the backrest of the bench to look at you, and, being the wonderful man that he is, he noticed the look in your eyes straight away, and ran his hand up and down your arm.

“Y/n, you alright, honey?”

You nodded, though it was in no way convincing, and Roger chuckled a bit, “Love, there’s nothing to worry about, I promise. No one’s gonna sneak up on us and stab us or anything,” he pulled you further into him, continuing to run a hand up and down your arm comfortingly. Well, now you were worried about that too. Though it wasn’t at all his fault. Despite all the ‘danger’, for lack of a better term, of someone who owns the park or someone who works here finding you all trespassing and charge you with something or give you a large fine, now you were focused on any fucking bums that might be waiting to fucking kill you. No matter how dumb that sounded - even in your head - you still were able to focus on it and almost nothing else. Of course, Roger pressing a small kiss to your temple helped.

Freddie had just arrived back from wherever he was lounging, which, to your surprise, happened to be an oak tree a ways down the trail.

“Hello, my loves, please don’t tell me you shagged while I was gone; I heard some screeching”

You giggled and jerked a thumb towards Roger, who was panting from the sheer effort of running aimlessly through the field, “That would’ve been Roger. He’s been running around in the field, doing cartwheels and screaming”

Freddie laughed along with you, “I decided to try my luck at climbing one of those trees back there,” he paused to point farther down the walking trail, “I didn’t do too bad, though I must admit, it was a, er, small tree”

It was when he flipped his hair over and started shaking it out to look for ticks and whatnot that you and Roger both were startled by the bright beam of a flashlight sweep over your figures. Uh oh. That was, of course, followed by a distant, but still loud voice shouting, “What’re you kids doing here!?”. The next thing you knew, you, Roger, and Freddie were sprinting out of the park, somehow managing to hurdle jump over the short stone wall that surrounded the fields and trails of the park. There were two ways this could play out; the guard - or whatever - could chase you out of the park and probably wear himself out from running after three energetic college students, or he could let you go. Thankfully, for both your sakes, he chose the latter, and it wasn’t until you were all a good distance away that you stopped, practically collapsing into laughter, you leaning heavily on Roger from exhaustion of running paired with the fact that it was roughly 2:30 a.m.

“Well,” Freddie panted, practically stumbling forward to continue walking, “I wasn’t expecting that, but as it seems to be, everything is more fun when there’s danger,” he emphasized dramatically, waving his hands around. Roger laughed breathlessly and you clung to his arm, grinning deviously despite having just smacked his shoulder.

“Remind me again why I let you convince me to do things with you?” you tilted your head to look up at Roger, who was already smiling down at you. He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead.

“‘Cause you love me”

Freddie groaned loudly, drawing it out far longer than necessary, “You two are so disgustingly sweet, it’s driving me nuts!”

Roger only stuck his tongue out and kissed your hair, squeezing you against him. You had to stop getting into situations like this with him.

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queensdivas · 5 years

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New Beginnings

Did I make myself cry? Yes. Did I do this to make all of you cry? Yes. I really hope you guys enjoyed this short because we’re getting to that time of year that family is important. Not just blood. But everyone who you love! If you’d like to be tagged in everything I write or want specific tags let me know! And I will see you all in the next post!

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No matter how hard John and I tried for kids..we only have been lucky twice and each pregnancy was brutal, almost life threatening to the point even doctors told me if I had a third child I would pass away. But the one thing that John and I have always wanted was to have a big family, the picket fence, and a modest house.

Well. One of those things isn’t possible since he became apart of Queen and the last modest house we had was bombarded by fans. So we had to move again and get a nice home with a good wall of trees blocking the people from prying eyes. Not my type of environment that I would’ve enjoyed but still a fence I guess in all things considered.

He had just gotten back from the Hot Space tour and was working on the finances in the dining room. He always took care of Queens finances and for some reason wanted to take care of ours as well. No matter how many times I’ve pestered he wouldn’t budge. Placing the tea set down in front of him as I wrapped myself around his upper body then kissing his forehead.

“What? Do I have something on me?” Looking down at myself to make sure there wasn’t a stain or even a bug on my pajamas.

“No. You just look stunning.” Even after six years after marriage, that cheeky devil still makes me blush. Handing him his cup of tea as he took a sip to focus back on the paperwork. But he wasn’t really reading it or anything..just staring at the bills and everything else.

“How’s the financing going? Freddie and Roger sending us to the poor house yet?” Giggling which made John smile a little bit. There was something on his mind that I can’t quite put a finger on. Is he mad at me?

“Not quite yet. But luckily we decided to take a few months off which is perfect because..because I have this idea I wanna run by you.” An idea? If he thinks I’m packing up the kids rooms and mine again it’s going to be a harsh no. He put down the paper and pen as I sat down to scoot my chair closer to him.

“If we’re moving again..”

“No no. Nothing like that. This place is absolutely perfect. I..I want to talk to you about an idea that I’ve been bouncing around in my head. Remember our old friends Jared and his wife Rosie.” Jared and Rosie..AH! Yes! One of the couples we used to hang out with when we went to the discos.

“Yes. What about them? Are they okay?”

“Of course they are. So I talked to Jared about adoption. How they felt, what to be looking for and everything.” This..this is all so sudden oh my god. Adoption? Never really considered it since I was raised that a women should always be able to pop out babies left and right. But every time I’d go through a pregnancy. It would just be an absolute nightmare on my body. Yes we have two wonderful children in our lives and I take care of them like an absolute pro when Johns working in the studio or out on tour for months at a time.

“John. Are you wanting to adopt?” Asking him as he scooted my chair closer to him. He grabbed my hands with a very tight grip.

“We both want a big family...who says the children have to be blood anyhow. The boys are family and were not even closely related. All though I do have some theory that Roger and Freddie were once past lovers but that’s a different conversation.” We laughed as we kept staring at each other.

“I’ll agree to this on one condition.”

“Name it.”

“You have to be around a little more. I’m not asking you to quit the band or even not show up to rehearsals on a daily basis. But a little more help on the home front would really be appreciated. I knew exactly what I was getting into when we decided to have kids, but I’m really not enjoying Robert asking me when is father going to be home for more than a month.” I didn’t mean it to sound so harsh..we both knew exactly what we were getting into with this life. But when both of your kids ask you where there father is every day at night time. It gets very depressing. He wasn’t angry about what I said but he was taken a bit back.

“John I’m sorry..that isn’t fair..”

“No you’re right.” He pulled me up on his lap as he cupped my face for a very passionate kiss. My arms wrapping around his neck as we continued to suck each other’s faces.

We stopped for a moment since we heard the sound of dragging feet coming from the hallway. Michael came out of the hallway in his onesie that Freddie bought him from Japan and his favorite purple blanket.

“Michael. What are you doing up? It’s way past your bedtime little man.” John told him as I climbed off his lap for Michael to continue walking towards us.

“I had a bad dream.” He rubbed his eyes since he had little tear stains across his cheek. John jumping into action as he scooped Michael up in his arms as he sat back down with me at the dinner table. Michael wrapped himself around him as John began rubbing his back slowly.

“Now. What would chase away all the bad dreams tonight Michael?” He kept himself around John till he popped his head up with that smile John gave him. It was the kind of smile that would make women fall head over heels about them, and could get away with murder.

“Ice cream.” He smiled as John shook his head at him.

“No no. It’s far too late for ice cream Michael and you know that.” John laughed at Michael who was now upset that he wasn’t getting ice cream now.

“What’s will all the noise?” Robert was next coming out wearing his Mickey Mouse shirt and striped pj bottoms.

“Just talking. Come on and join us.” Robert walked over to me as I helped him up on my lap. John began rubbing his hands up and down Michael's back to hopefully cause him to fall right back to sleep.

“Dad. Are you going on tour again?” Robert asked as John looked at him with his adorable smile.

“Nope. Dads going to be taking a little bit of a break. And we’ve got some exciting news for you guys. You are possibly going to be having a new brother or sister coming soon.” Robert looked at me for a second to then get off my lap.

“I don’t want a new brother or sister! I like it just the four of us!” He crossed his arms at us as I crossed mine back at him.

“That’s not fair. Don’t you want to have more kids to play with when you’re with dad on tour? Surely playing Michael or even Jimmy gets rather dull after a while, doesn't it?”

“I have Uncle Freddie! He enjoys playing scrabble with me!” He stormed out of the dining room then slamming his door shut. I was about to get up but John shook his head at me.

“Tomorrow will take these two with us to the orphanage and let them get comfortable with the kids. Told the boys I would be very busy these next couple of weeks so no studio work and party for this man.” Michael snored a little as we saw he was passed out in Johns chest. He placed a soft kiss on his forehead as he got up from the chair to then tuck him back into the bedroom.

Following closely behind them as John was being such a kick ass dad. Stuffing Michael underneath the covers then grabbing his polar bear stuffie from the ground to put it right next to him. God how the hell did I get so lucky to meet this man? Oh yeah because roller skating and accidentally running into him while racing my sister.

We pulled up to the large mansion to see a bunch of children running around the front yard and on the large porch. Robert wasn’t saying a word to us but at least Michael was super excited about seeing all the children. I climbed out of the car then unhooking Michael from the car seat as Robert climbed out of his side of the car.

One of the nuns came walking out of the house towards us as I held Michael up in my arms as Robert was holding John's hand. The nun looked very excited to see us coming.

“Mr. and Mrs. Deacon I’m so glad you made it today! My name is Sister Elise. And who are these two precious little kids?” She kneeled down to Roberts height who was still mad at the idea.

“This is Michael..and the sour ball is Robert. He’s not talking sister.” John told her as she nodded.

“Guess the idea of gaining another brother or sister makes you angry doesn’t it?” I get the feeling she’s done something like this before.

“Nope.” He told her as he finally uncrossed his arms. Jesus he holds a grudge longer than me.

“Why don’t you join the children for lunch? We’re serving a big pot of homemade chicken and noodles. Would you like that Robert?” She asked as Robert shook his head.

“Robert. It looks like they’re playing red rover in the yard. Wanna go play with them before lunch?” He let go of John's hand and was already rounding the fence to go play with the other children.

“Can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to do that with every other sibling. Now let’s give you a tour and let you see all the children.” We walked through the fence to start our small tour.

“Do you know what age you’re wanting to adopt by chance?” We walked up to the large wrap around porch as we watched a few of the children playing red rover. Robert was already running into the line of kids. One of the boys came up to him to help him up from the ground and they began talking up a storm.

“Definitely older than a toddler. With him on the road so much it’s just easier to have a child whose already capable of..well you know.” We were escorted inside to see even more running around.

“Completely understandable. Now why don’t I let you two roam free around the bottom floor so you can see and get to know the children for a few moments. Have to make sure lunch is ready. If you’ll excuse me.” She walked away as we put Michael down to hold his hand. He watched the children running around the building and was getting excited.

We snuck our heads into one of the empty rooms to see a group of kids playing some sort of board game. Michael walked into the room and stood above the children playing a game. One of the children looked up at him as they moved over so he could play with them.

John wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we watched Michael playing the game with them. A herd of children came running in from outside while Robert and a fellow kid were talking to each other.

“You never have watched Mr. Rogers?” Robert asked them as the kid shook his head.

“It’s the greatest show in the world! Mr. Rogers is one of the coolest people in the world!” Robert continued on as he walked into one of the classrooms with him.

“And he didn’t want a new sibling.” John commented, kissing my forehead as we looked back to see Michael no longer sitting in the circle. We walked in to see him watching a boy painting on a small canvas. He kept walking until he was standing right next to him.

“Hi. I’m Michael.” He told him as the kid turned in his seat then smiling at Michael.

“Hi Michael. I’m Hershel.” Michael held out his hand to Hershel as he light shook it then went back to painting. I was the first to walk towards Michael then bending down to hold Michael by his shoulders.

“Do you like his paintings?” Asking Michael as he shook his head. Hershel turned himself around towards me with an adorable smile.

“I’m Izzy. I must say your paintings are wonderful. Have you painted all of your life?”

“Yeah. My mom taught me how to paint when I was little.” His painting was all green as he was tracing a large circle on the canvas.

“What’s this one about?”

“The other day I was children playing with all the rubber bouncy balls out front and I watched all the colored balls mixing together. Thought it was really cool.” He went back to his painting as John joined us to look at his painting.

“Do you like other kinds of art?” John asked as we kept watching him paint.

“I sketch sometimes but I would really love to do ceramics one day. Sister says that eventually she’ll get me a machine so I can make all kinds of pots, vases, and all other kinds of everything.”

“LUNCH TIME!” A kid screamed into the room as it was cleared out swiftly leaving the three of us alone.

We walked into the dining room to see Robert and the kid he played Red Rover with were still getting along famously. Sister Elise walked towards us with a bright smile on her face.

“What do you think? I know you’ve only been here for a few moments.”

“How old is Hershel?” John asked as Sister Elise looked around to see him eating his lunch.

“Hershel is nine years old. Anyone else.” John looked for Robert and the Sister followed.

“That is Bradley. Would you two like to sit down with Bradley and get to know him? We’ve got plenty for lunch.”

“Absolutely.” We told him as the sister nodded to walk over where Robert and Bradley were sitting. She whispered to them as Bradleys face lit up like a Christmas tree. He grabbed his bowl and was already zooming towards us.

“Bradley Denver! It’s quite a pleasure to meet you!” He held out his hand to me as I grabbed it for one wild handshake. He then stood in front of John whose eyes were widened at this bouncing bundle of joy!

“John Deacon and this is Izzy Deacon. It’s quite a pleasure to meet you as well.” Sister Elise moved past us as we began walking to the large living room where we sat with Hershel.

“Mom! Dad! Bradley has this really cool collection of almost all the Star Trek action figures! He said that I could come over sometime to play with them!” Robert was bouncing along with Bradley as they sat down on the floor next to each other. The two of them didn’t even notice us as they went off to their own world.

My hand moved down to Johns as we sat back to watch Robert and Bradley become the best of friends. Robert has definitely inherited his father's shyness and my hard head. He hasn’t got any real close friends since we moved around a little too much...and his shyness.

“So Bradley. What else do you like besides Star Trek?” Before he answered. He swallowed his food and whipped his mouth.

“I love science! At school I won all the science fairs and even was told that I have quite the future in it!”

“What kind of science?” John was already intrigued by him.

“Mostly Earth and the weather. It’s really cool and last year I did an experiment on the level of atmospheres! We sent a lego on a balloon to see how far he could go up before he popped!” Bradley kept going on and on about his experiments he’s done in school as Robert and John were completely intrigued.

Speaking of which where’s Michael? I looked around to see Michael wasn’t in the room. Whispering in Johns ear that I was going to look for him. I imagine he found a cool toy to play with or an empty room. Leaving the living room to see him and Hershel out in the hallway as he was watching him doodle.

“Now you use this pencil for much more finer lines. See how I draw that triangle there? Come on, give me your hand.” Hershel reached over to little Michael and began drawing shapes on the paper. Not going to cry..not going to cry. God damn it.

“Hey..hey what’s wrong?” John asked as he gripped my shoulders as I placed my hand on one of his.

“I’ve just..I’ve never seen our boys so happy..” Giggling and crying as John wrapped himself behind me. Hearing a few sniffles from him as Sister Elise came over to us with a box of tissues.

“I’m assuming you do this often.” John laughed as I whipped my eyes.

“Why don’t we go upstairs to see their files and everything else you’ll need to know.” Nodding as I dried my eyes with a few tissues.

Sitting down in her office as she began going through the files. Hershel is eleven so he’s at a perfect again..and Bradley must be a little younger than Robert from looking at him from a distance.

“Hershel came to us a few months ago from Darlington. He keeps to himself most of the time since he’s brand new to the system. His mother was single and ended up leaving him alone in their tiny apartment to run off to Ireland. Now Bradley has been here since he was a little tot. But he’s full of energy and as you can already tell is a very good people person.” She handed me the file of Hershel and John the file for Bradley.

“Would you give us a moment please?” John asked as she nodded to leave her office.

“What are you thinking Izzy?” John asked as I began replaying the feeling of how him and Robert were completely entranced by Bradley talking about his interest in science, and how Michael and I watched Hershel paint his gorgeous paintings.

“They’re both extraordinary John. The way Bradley brought Robert out of his shell in a matter of seconds. Hershel just seemed so nice and wonderful..I know we’ve only spoke to them for a brief minute..But..John..they’re..I already see the future with them. Robert and Bradley during the day playing outside in the small woods around our house.”

“Michael following behind them. Hershel out in the garden sketching or in his room working on his paintings. Izzy. I would love nothing more than to fill that house of ours with nothing but children and a lovely cat. I want this to. Robert has never looked so enticed with such a person and I imagine the scrabble games are going to be even more dramatic than with him and Freddie. For Michael we can have his room was also a good place for him to do his paintings. The one to the left that faces the yard with all the natural sunlight.” Climbing onto him to hug him as the whole scene was playing in my head.

“Wait are we doing this?” We stopped hugging each other to smile at each other. Realizing we were going to adopt two lovely children.

“Sister! Sister!” He called as she stuck her head in to see our childish behavior.

“Now we’ll get the paperwork started and set a date for them to be dropped off at home.” Squeezing each other as tightly as we could.

*Three Weeks Later*

At this point I couldn't tell who was more excited about the new arrivals of our family. Me, John, or Freddie. When we eventually told everyone the news of our family growing in ranks. Freddie was already on top of house warming gifts for each one of them. He bought top line art supplies for Hershel and all different types of paints. The entire color scheme if he could. Now for Bradley. It was all Star Wars and Star Trek of everything.

Sadly we couldn’t have Freddie be here the first night since we wanted them to adjust to their new homes. But as soon as tomorrow rolls around I know he plans on coming over immediately to meet with them.

Robert and Michael were coloring at the coffee table in the living room as I was finishing up the mashed potatoes for dinner tonight. Their first home cooked meal shall be a lamb roast, mashed potatoes, carrots, and I even made a delicious chocolate pudding.

“John can you pass me the pepper?” Asking as he stood next to me and began pouring a little pepper into the potatoes. Looking down to see him wearing the Minnie Mouse apron we got on our first trip to Disney.

“Baby. You’re looking pretty damn cute in my apron.” Pinching his butt as he checked the roast for me. It was juicy and smelled exactly what I was wanting it to be. Absolutely perfect.

“Thank you baby. Thought it looked good on you that night we celebrated my birthday, but now it looks absolutely perfect on me.” Shaking my head at him as I closed the lid for the roast to keep it cooking. The carrots were done being cooked as I grabbed my tasting spoon making sure that they were good enough. Delicious.

“Mommy! Mommy they’re here!” Robert yelled from the living room as I turned down all the pots then placing the lids on top of them. Whipping my hands on my aprons as Robert went flying out of the front door. Michael was trying to follow behind but fell right down onto the floor. John picked up him as we stopped in the doorway to see Sister Elise and one of her fellow sisters were coming up to the house.

We stood outside in the cold but we didn’t even notice it as the four of us were too excited and happy for our new children. The car parked as Bradley was already out of the car to get a look at the house.

“This house is awesome! I’ve never seen such a house in my life!” His smile was gleaming with joy. He had his backpack on as one of the sisters walked to the trunk for the rest of their bags.

“You’ve got woods! Are we allowed to play in them!?” Bradley was bouncing even more than before.

“Yup. The whole woods is for you two to have fun and do whatever you want.”

“AWESOME!”

“C’mon Bradley! I’ll show you to your room.” Robert almost dragged him inside the house but stopped to give John a huge hug.

“So when can I call you dad sir?” John laughed as he bent down to his level.

“Whenever you’re ready son.”

“Well Dad. Glad to be along for the ride and I promise to be the best son I can be for ya!” He gave John one more hug till he ran past them then towards me and almost jumping up into my arms.

“Mom! I promise to be the greatest rascal I can be! But always in control mom!” Bradley is absolute adorable oh my god! He moved past me to walk inside with Robert.

Hershel was still standing by the car with his little back full of stuff as the sister stood next to him. He looked absolutely nervous and looked like he was going to jump back into the car and want to go back to the orphanage.

John walked down the stairs towards him to hold his hand out to him. Following behind him to look over his shoulder as Hershel reached his hand out to grab his. Oh my god I’m gonna start crying again. God this felt like holding Robert again for the first time. Hershel then wrapped himself with John for a very tight hug and I swear John was literally about to cry.

“Are you ever going to leave me..?” He muffled in Johns shirt as it tipped him over the edge. God damn it the water works.

“I will let you two be. Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Deacon.” Sister Elise waved goodbye to us as Hershel kept a tight grip around John. My hand sat on top of his head for a brief moment to whisper to John that I was going in to check on the boys and dinner.

Walking back inside to see Michael was still sitting on the floor coloring and two pounding children were upstairs in their rooms. It was starting to feel truly at home now. The timer dinged as the roast was ready to be served. I walked over to the bottom of the stairs

“Boys! Dinner is ready!” Yelling as the thunder of feet came rounding the corner then towards the stairs. Walking into the living room to scoop up Michael as John and Hershel came inside.

“Hope you two enjoy lamb because I made a delicious lamb stew for the first night.” Putting Michael down on the chair as the boys ran into the kitchen.

“Is that lamb? Mom I love lamb!” Bradley grabbed an empty plate as he began pouring food on his plate then followed by Robert.

“Hershel. Please feel free to take as much as you want for dinner. I also made us a chocolate pudding for dessert.” Hershel’s face brightened as he moved past me to start pouring food on his plate. I grabbed Michaels little plate to scoop him some food as John wrapped himself around me.

“I love you Izzy. I know I don’t say it enough...but God do I love you so much. Our little family is now whole.” Turning back to see his tear stained cheeks which was going to make me cry again.

“I love you to John our little family is now complete.” We kissed passionately as we just embraced each other.

“EEEWWW!” Robert and Bradley yelled from the dining room which made us laugh more at each other.

Yup..our family is now whole..

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