Everything I Ever Wanted

First Night

As weird as it may sound, listening to their small but simple argument made me realize something. I was no longer sitting in the kitchen of a house I'd be living in with my adopted family. I was simply sitting in the kitchen of my new home surrounded by my new family. I have a home now. That's something I never thought I'd be able to say. But I can now because I'm home...with my family.
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After everyone finished eating, MK washed the dishes as we continued talking about random facts about ourselves to get to know each other better. Eventually we had been talking for hours and only stopped when Ashley finally read the time. 'Well, it's almost 11 and MK and I need to be up at 4 for a meeting before going over designs with some clients all day, so we should head to bed.' 'Alright, what time will you be back?' Lizzie questioned with what seemed like her interest in me and when I would see them. 'We're not sure. We probably won't be back until late, but we have all day Saturday to spend with you two.' Mary-Kate reassured in attempt to ease the tension of missing my first full day with them. 'Ok, maybe we can go somewhere then.' Lizzie commented making me wonder what exactly there is to go to. Like the park? School? Traffic? What's so special to see here? 'Yeah, goodnight.' 'Goodnight.' Ashley kisses the top of my head as she stands up beside me. "Goodnight, Evie.' I close my eyes at the contact.'Night, Ashy.' MK smirks at this,'Ashy.' Ashley simply glares at her, 'Don't even start. Eva is the only person allowed to call me that.' MK raises her hands in defeat and makes her way around the island to me whilst Ashley heads off to bed. She ruffles my hairs and says a quick Goodnight which is soon followed by the closing of her bedroom door. Lizzie and I continue to talk for a while longer before I let out an involuntary yawn revealing my tiredness to her. 'It's midnight, we should probably head to bed. I'm tired. And you, missy, look like your about to fall asleep sitting up.'Lizzie lightly laughs picturing me asleep while sitting at the counter. Too tired to respond, I simply nod my head tiredly. She hops off the stool I just now realized she was sitting on and I was about to copy her until I realized it would be a bad idea. Let's just say being tiny, exhausted, and having scraped hands while sitting on a tall stool is not a good combination. I don't think Lizzie had realized I hadn't gotten down when she started walking down the hall. 'Uh, Lizzie.' I said quietly, embarrassed of my situation. She stopped in her tracks and turned around. Luckily enough, she understood immediately what the problem was. She smiled at me in reassurance trying to ease my embarrassment. 'Do you want me to help you?' As nice and comforting as her smile was, I was still anxious and it was nerve racking to admit a need for dependence. To admit that maybe I needed someone to care of me and be over protective and look out for me even when I don't know. To admit that everything I had been taught growing up, everything that had been forced upon me was wrong. To admit that I didn't have to take care of myself on my own, but that I could have help. That I could be loved. Cared for. Accepted. But that I could actually be a child. Act my age. Be myself. I looked down. 'N-n- nevermind.' She walked up to me lifting my chin with her fingers so my eyes met hers. 'Hey, it's ok to ask for help. You're not alone here. You don't have to be independent or take complete care of yourself. I wanna do that for you. The twins wanna do that for you. You're a child, you're supposed to be dependent. Please don't worry about asking for help. It's not a problem. In fact, I love knowing that you need me and that i actually have a purpose in your life other than just loving you. Don't be embarrassed, Eva. It's my job to take care of you. If you need help, just ask. Please.' She explains. I can't help but smile hearing that she cares so much and actually likes me needing her, because I do. I may have only met her today, but I need her more than anything I've ever needed before. 'I'm sorry.' 'Why are you sorry, baby?' She questions suddenly concerned with my need to apologize for doing nothing wrong. 'I don't know. I thought I upset you.' Honestly, apologizing just comes naturally so I don't even notice when I do it sometimes. The constant "I'm sorry's" and "I apologize's" I used in the orphanage made apologizing for everything I do a habit, and not a good one. 'Aww Evie, you didn't upset me. I'm just trying to ensure that you understand that you can ask for help and make sure you know for future references. Ok?' Lizzie tells me while she gently runs her free hand (the one not lifting her chin) up and down my arm. I nod my head and think for a second. 'Can you help me down, please? It's a little tall.' She smiles down at me. 'Of course' she softly lifts me up and sets me down. We walk down the hallway together before stopping at my room. 'Why don't we both go shower and change, then I'll come check your scrapes and tuck you in?' I agree and we part ways. I grab my pajamas and put professor hops under the the comforter so Lizzie won't see. It's not that I care if she knows but everyone always call me a baby when they find out I can't sleep without him. I go into the bathroom and undress as quick as I can with the bandages on my hands. I turn on the shower and remove all of the bandages on my body. I step into the shower letting the hot water engulf my body. I don't enjoy the stinging from all of my cuts and scrapes but I can feel the caked dirt leaving my skin. I mean I did shower at the orphanage, in fact I showered everyday but when there's 26 kids and one bathroom with like 19 of them being teenagers you never get hot water or a very good shower for that matter. So a two minute cold shower is about it. I washed my hair and body thoroughly being careful around any sensitive or particularly painful areas. After I finished, I turned the shower off and dried my hair and body off before getting changed into my fresh clothes, despite how worn and dirty looking they might be. I made sure I was wearing shorts so you could see my knees. I opened the bathroom door to find Lizzie with wet hair, in her pajamas, and already waiting on my bed for me. She got up and walked into the bathroom carrying a first aid kit that she set on the counter. The counter was shorter than the stool from earlier and I could probably jump up on it if I tried hard enough but my hands were still sore. 'Can you lift me up? I don't wanna use my hands yet.' She put me on the counter before saying. 'You act like I was gonna let you use your hands.' She pulled out some antiseptic spray and took the cap off getting ready to spray my hands. 'This is gonna sting a little and I'm sorry but it will help it heal faster.' I nodded my head allowing her to continue. She carefully spray it over all my scrapes and cuts on my hands and knees. I'm not gonna lie it stung. A lot. I definitely whimpered a couple times. I had tears in my eyes and a couple stray ones rolling down my face by the time she finished, which was quickly. The entire time she worked quickly, but carefully, trying to be thorough but cause me the least pain. She looked at my glossy eyes and kissed my forehead. 'I know, I know. I'm sorry. But it's over now. There's no more painful parts tonight.'she put antibiotic ointment on and bandages, except for my face. She washed her hands and lifted me off the counter simply carrying me to bed instead of putting me down. It surprised me but was nice. Comforting. I crawled under the covers and hugged professor hops but she noticed. 'What do you have?' I panicked.'nothing!' She looked at me totally unconvinced. 'Oh yeah, so if I feel under the covers it'll just be you?' I bit my lip 'mhm'. 'Right.' She reached under and felt around. 'It's in your hands.' I tucked him behind my back and lifted my arms up. 'Nuh Uh.' 'Ok, ok.' She turned away but quickly turned back tickling me and making me squirm. 'S-s-st-sto-o-op. I-I c-can-'t br-eathe.' I stutter in between giggles. She finally stops to let me catch my breath. She laughs and smiles at my carefree state. She see's him and grabs him before I can even react. 'Oh, it's a bunny.' 'Hey, give it back.' I whine. 'First, what's it's name?' She negotiates. 'He doesn't have a name.' 'Oh, so he's a he.' 'Uh... yes.' 'What's his name?' 'I told you he doesn't have a name.' 'So, if he doesn't have a name he must not be that important right?' I know he's important but I can't give that away. 'Right.' I feel bad for saying that when it's not true. 'Ok, then I'll just-' she cuts herself off by lifting him in the air as if she's going to drop him. My eyes widen. 'No! Professor hops! Professor hops is his name, just please give him.' She smiles at my and hands back to me. 'I wasn't gonna drop him. I can tell he means a lot to you.' ' he doesn't mean that much.' I argue. 'So, you don't need to sleep with him every night?' She playfully argues back. 'How did you?' ' the panic in your eyes when I lifted him up and I understand what it's like to need something specific to sleep every night.' 'Oh.' 'Also, I think it's cute, don't be embarrassed. I find it endearing.' I lay back down. 'You do?' She tucks me in and places him carefully under the covers with me. No one's ever treated him so carefully, other than me, so I can't help but smile at her actions. 'I do,' she softly brushes some of my hair out of my face and caresses my cheek, the uninjured one. 'Now get some sleep. Goodnight, Eves. I love you.' She kisses my forehead. 'I love you.'I call out as she leaves the room after turning the lights off. I smile and fall asleep quickly thinking about my amazing new home and family.

A/N: Ahh, the first I love you. So emotional. Sorry I've been MIA, I injured like my entire arm basically right after posting my last chapter and typing has been difficult. On top of that I've been really busy and have no motivation whatsoever and writer's block. So, if you have any ideas or requests for chapters I would appreciate it. I think I've figured out the family situation, but I do need a love interest for Lizzie. I'm thinking possibly Scarlett, but I could do Robbie or someone else it really depends on how the story goes. I think I'll post another chapter soon. I'm trying to get better at updating. We'll see.
Love,
EJ