Bianca's new life

Do you want to be adopted? (Thirty-four)

Bianca Pov

It was like 3 O'clock in the morning, (it's stupid early I know), I wasn't long awake but I was thirsty, so I went to the kitchen to get myself a glass of water, as you do, (at least I hope that's the case, but I know that lots of people don't have access to water), when I saw Dad was up, (though I swear that he's never not up though, like I would have bet he's a vampire from twilight or something if I didn't know he was an insomniac), (yes, I know that it's impossible but fucking sue me Babes).

"Hey Sweetheart"
"Hey Dad"
"Have you slept yet?"
"I have"
"Good, I'm glad Darling"

Anyway I made myself and Dad a cuppa, as tea is great, (yeah, I think that I'm a bit of a stereotype when it comes to being British here Babes but it's honestly just so calming to me here), Papa got up not long after, (though not for long, because he was wreaked after a night shift), the whole atmosphere seemed to shift a bit, but at the time I couldn't put my finger on it, (and I was a little worried but it turned out that it wasn't so bad).

"So, we would like to talk to you about something"
"Ok"
"So we have been thinking about it, but it's up to you, do you want to be adopted?"
"Yes, I would like that very much!"

It could seem like I hadn't really thought about it with how fast I responded, (and I would get why you would think that), but I actually thought about it a lot for a while, (what else could you do when you couldn't sleep), and it was something that I really wanted them to be able to do for me but I didn't know if they even could adopt me here, (just because I was kicked out, doesn't mean that I was adoptable, ya know, or maybe you don't know that, I'm not inside your head here).

So the rest of the morning was spent just drinking tea and chilling on the couch, (doing fuck all else, but those kind of days are my favourite so there's that to think about), we didn't even watch anything, we just did fuck all, (well Papa went back to bed), which was nice, though some people might find it weird that we didn't much to celebrate, but I'm not big on massive celebrations, ya know, (or maybe you don't know, I'm not assuming what you do and don't know here, as I'm not inside your head here, as that would be creepy).

Anyway, we were sitting on the couch doing fuck all, with a cup of tea in our hands, (it's a must when doing fuck all here, ok, sue me Susan), and I was running every possible outcome in my head, (which wasn't necessarily the best idea, but I didn't really think about it then), it was like Dad knew that I was doing as such, (as he did know), because he came over to sit right beside me.

"You feeling ok Sweetheart?"
"What makes you think that I wasn't ok?"
"You got your overthinking face on"
"I have one?"
"Yeah, you know that it wouldn't matter wether or not we were able to adopt you or not as you're still our kid"
"I know that, but what if they make me go back with her?"
"That wouldn't happen as she kicked you out, ok"
"Ok"

It kinda helped, but then it also didn't help, (I never said that I make sense here, ok, because I really don't), (I really could've said nothing, but I'm not good at that either), but honestly nothing would have changed how I felt right then Babes, (because it wasn't something that could be addressed right then and there, ya know Babes).

It was later in the day, (I mean no shit Bianca), it was a chill enough day, (I'm really shit at wording here Babes, like I really know that, as it's something that I do actually struggle with though), like we didn't do much else other than like sit around the living room in our pyjamas and drink our tea, (as we do I guess Babes, but like I don't have a photogenic memory though so I could be wrong here).

I know that you're probably sick and tired of me mentioning small things like having cups of tea, (because I do mention it quite a lot lol), but before I got kicked out of my mother's house, having something chill like a cup of tea was not even something that I thought was ever possible, (which is sad to think about but I don't think about it too much).