When Mama was 30-weeks pregnant with my brother, she went into labour. I had to call Papa and tell him to come home from work. It was really horrible. When Papa arrived, the baby was half way to be born.
There was lots of times Papa told me to leave but Mama wanted me to stay. After a long seven hours, my baby brother was born!
When he was wrapped in cloth, Papa handed him to me. He was cute. He looked like my Mama.
"What's his name?" I asked as I looked at my baby brother.
"His name is Arthur." Mama told me.
I loved Arthur. He would be my best friend.
Suddenly, Arthur started to cry. I got scared.
Mama took Arthur from my hands and she fed him. I thought Arthur was very lucky. Arthur would grow up in the arms of Mama and Papa. He wouldn't be taken away from them when he was six.
"It's your birthday next week, what would you like to do?" Papa asked.
"Can we get a pizza? I used to get them when I spend my time with Daddy and Step-Ma." I told him.
"That's okay. We'll get one together. Me, you and your mum. Even Arthur can celebrate your birthday." Papa said.
I wide smile spread across my face. I loved my new family. I loved Mama, I loved Papa and I loved Arthur. Our little family.
"We've had some news from the English Social Services. Your birth father and step-mother would like to come over. Apparently your step-mother has had a baby and your parents are not allowed to look after it." Mama said as she put Arthur in his baby basket.
"I have a baby brother or sister?" I asked as I stood up.
"Yes. They are asking if we can fly over to take the baby from your birth father." Mama said.
I couldn't stop smiling. I had two baby siblings! I had Arthur and another one!
"Is it a brother or a sister?" I asked.
"It's a baby boy. You have two brothers." Mama asked.
Yes! I had Arthur and another baby brother.
"Does he have a name Mama?" I asked.
"No. It's up to us to name the baby. What would you like to name your baby brother?" Mama asked.
"I'm not sure. When is the deadline for naming the baby?" I asked.
"It's next Thursday. You have a week and two days to think of a name for your baby brother." Mama told me.
"Elizabeth, why don't you put a list of names on a piece of paper, I'll cut them up using the grown-up scissors and then we can put them in a hat. You can then choose two, one for a first name and one for a middle name." Papa explained.
"I like that idea." I said as I ran to my bedroom to get my paper and a coloured pencil.
I ran down the stairs and went back into the living room with Mama and Papa.
"What names do you like for a boy?" Papa asked as he sat on the floor with me.
I listed off lots of boys names for my baby brother as Papa put them on the paper. He then cut them up and folded them.
He then put them in a little bowl and mixed them up.
"Time to choose Lizzie." Mama said as she sat on the armchair that was closest to see what me and Papa were doing.
I chose two names, Oliver and George.
"I like them. Looks like your brother is named Oliver George." Papa said.
"Can me and Oliver have your name Papa?" I asked.
"Elizabeth Rose and Oliver George DiCaprio. I like that." Papa said.
I giggled. I didn't tell Papa what my middle name was. I guess he read my forms when he adopted me.
It was now me, Papa, Mama, Arthur and Oliver. This family bigger than I thought.
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The Adopted Daughter
FanfictionWhen six-year-old Elizabeth Dawson's parents catch Covid-19, she is forced to go up for adoption. As her father already has his own conditions, his health has gotten worse. When she gets adopted by her step-mother's favourite actor, Elizabeth has to...
