Sincerely, Haley (Wilder Series #4)

Bonus: Bailey and Faith

This is when they adopt Maple.

I feel like this showcases their different personalities, or at least that's the plan.

Bailey: dermatologist, brunette, brown eyes
Faith: black hair, brown eyes, artist
Maple: wavy brunette hair, tan skin, hazel/golden eyes

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Faith's POV

"What if she doesn't like us? What if she thinks we're monsters?!" My wife exclaims

I hum as I continue my sketch of her.

I've been working on the sketch of her for three days.

I'm having the most trouble with her eyes.

It's just- I feel like I cannot capture the true beauty of them.

"We barely even got approved to adopt her! What if she takes one look at us and changes her mind?!" She continues to rant with nervousness

I hum again as I continue to focus on shading in her eyes.

This is the best that this sketch is going to get.

"Are we bad parents?!" She exclaims

I hum, not paying attention to her.

"We're horrible at parenting and we haven't even begun!" She practically cries out

I unconsciously stick out my tongue, my teeth holding it in place as I focus on my sketch.

I am so focus on my sketch that I ignore the next thing that my wife says, finishing off her pupils.

"You aren't even listening to me!" She pouts

I smile and place my pencil back inside of my pencil pouch before turning the sketchbook to face her.

The brunette stops pacing the floor in front of me to stare at my drawing.

I patiently wait for her criticism like a little child who needs constant approval.

She smiles at it and makes her way towards the couch that I am sat at.

"It's beautiful, babe," she genuinely compliments me

"But we really need to talk about our roles as parents, everything is going to change" she states as she plops down on the cushion next to me

I sigh and lean forward.

I neatly place all of my materials underneath our coffee table before relaxing back into the couch.

My hands immediately search out for her shoulders as I climb onto her lap.

I rest my bum on her lower thighs and cross my arms behind her neck.

"Relax, it's chill," I assure her with a calm tone of voice

An extreme contrast to her panicked one.

"She's going to need awhile to adjust,"

"It doesn't mean that she hates you, it's just because of the environment that she was raised in" one of my pointer fingers instinctively reach out to play with the hair at the nape of her neck

I twirl the short hair around said finger as she looks up at me.

A small smile makes its way onto my face when I notice that she is calming down.

There we go.

No need to stress.

Her worry lines are getting really bad.