Living with 9 Hamilton boys

Adoption Day

This my first official story. I've always loved stories about living with seven or eight boys. And I realized that they're aren't many of them too. I'm going to try and make my story a little different from many others. I will appreciate it if you guys comment and tell me how I'm doing.

Enjoy!

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Chapter 1: Adoption Day

"Isabella! Wake up! We have potential parents here waiting to adopt you," says my annoying foster mother.

I sigh as I lay down on my bed staring at the ceiling. I'm not even going to bring my hopes up again. I've had a handful of "potential parents" saying they were going to adopt me but never got the balls to do it.

It's quite annoying actually. Thinking it's going to happen but it never does. Why do people bring our hopes up?

I get up from the bed lazily, and head over to my bathroom. I look into the mirror at my chocolate brown eyes and my black brownish curly hair. I would say that my eyes are my best features. My hair......not so much. My hair picks and chooses on which days it would like to humiliate me or love me. Today I don't even feel like entertaining it and decided on putting my hair in a neat bun.

I wash my face and brush my teeth and head back to my room. I go to my closet and found a nice loose fitting floral tank top and light blue jean shorts. I pair the look off with my favorite vans.

I leave my room and head off the down the corridor to the living room. I pass the many rooms of the other kids leaving in the foster home as well. All of which are not my friends. Everybody just likes keeping to themselves.

I finally make my way to the living where I see my foster mother, I automatically role my eyes at her, and then I pay attention to the two adults she's talking to. I don't know why but just by looking at them, I feel safe with them already. And it hasn't been like that since my parents died. May their soul rest in peace.

As I reach up to them, my foster mother says, "Ah there she is."

I bring my hand out to shake their hands but instead, the lady grabs me in a warm hug. Even the hug feels safe. One can tell that she's a nurturing mother.

"I'm so happy and excited to meet you honey," she says while her gray eyes glistens at me. She has wonderful long blonde hair and a beautiful round face. Looks to be in her early 30's too.

Her husband then grabs me into another hug. This reminds me of when my dad used to hug me everyone morning and kiss my forehead. How I miss my dad so much.

Tom has also nice blond hair, combed nicely to the side. But instead of grey eyes like his wife, he has shimmering blue eyes.

"We've heard so much about you and been looking forward to meeting you as well," he said.

"I've haven't heard much about you but I'm actually happy to see you guys to. My name is-," I was interrupted by the lady.

"We already know who you are Isabella," she says warmly. "My name is Amy Hamilton, and this is my husband Tom Hamilton. You can call us Amy and Tom if you'd like."

I stare at Amy and Tom so appreciatively that they didn't make me call them mom and dad just yet. Some foster parents when they come and see me, automatically assume that I will call them mom and dad. Which is why some of them don't adopt me. My parents died last year, I don't feel comfortable calling anyone mom and dad. My foster mom doesn't count.

"Well okay Amy and Tom. I think I'll call you that then," I said smiling.

Of course my rude excuse of a foster mother clears her throat and says, "Well now the introduction has been made. Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton, do you want to go ahead and talk with Isabella or-,"

"No that's okay we've already made our decision way before we came here." Tom said while interrupting my foster mom.

"We've decided to adopt Isabella," says Amy cheerfully. "If that's okay with her though."

Wait, what?! They didn't even want to have a conversation with me? They already made their decision before walking in here? Well that's weird. But then again it's actually really sweet of them too. I haven't felt like this when any other parent that came along. They must be the one.

So I say excitedly, "Of course!"

Before I even had time to register what's going on, Amy and Tom attacked me into a big hug.

"We're so happy you said yes. I thought we were going have to do a lot of convincing," says Amy.

After we settled down, I asked Amy and Tom, "So when am I going to be leaving with you guys?"

This is the part I hate. They are going to say they are coming back but then they never do. I told myself that I wasn't go to bring my hopes up. Why do I always do this. I should've learned from the other times.

"We need you to leave with us as soon as possible," says Tom.

I stared at them with my eyes opened wide. They wanted to leave with me now?! This is crazy.

"Well you heard the lovely couple, go ahead and pack all your things." said my soon to be ex foster mother.

I turned around to head to my room when Amy says, "We'll come and help you pack."

"Okay." I said with a grateful smile on my face. Because I did not want to go and pack all those things by myself.

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After I finished packing all my things, Tom helped carry all of my things to their luxurious Mercedes Benz. I didn't even know that they were rich. Now that I take a look at Amy and Tom, I see them wearing nice formal business clothes and expensive jewelry. How can I miss that?

Entering into the back seat, while Amy and Tom sits in the front. I turn to look at my old house to see my old foster mother walking back inside. She didn't even say bye to me. She did really only care about the money anyways.

I looked ahead to see that we were headed to the airport. "Where are we going?" I asked confused? I thought they lived around here.

Amy turned back to me and smiled "I forgot to mention to you that we don't live around here. We live in Florida."

I've never been to Florida before but I can't wait to go the beaches though.

We arrived at the airport, gave our luggage, passed through the security and went to board the plane to Florida. When we took our seats, I'm in between Amy and Tom, I looked to the left and right and ask, "Can you guys tell me about yourself?"

Amy turned to look at me and said, "Well, I am a prestigious fashion designer. I've worked in many different states throughout America and some even out of the country. I work at home though so I can be with my other children." Children? So I'm not going to be the only child?

Before I got any chance to ask her how many children does she have, Tom speaks up and says, "I am the CEO of the Hamilton Inc. We own many different hotels, restaurants, spa resorts and some gulf resorts as well. I work from my office at Hamilton Inc. but I always make sure I make it home two hours before dinner. I travel from time to time whenever they need me but I'm mostly home with the kids."

Wow, my adopted parents is a fashion designer and a CEO. That explains the car and the jewelry. I can't wait to see what the house would look like. But back to the matter at hand, "You guys say that you have children, how many?" I asked cautiously.

"Nine boys," says Tom with a smile.

NINE BOYS?!

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