Gabby's POV
Todays the day. The day we foster then, hopefully, move on to adopt our first child. I pulled a few strings, bribed a few people and made a few threats so we could try and find a child to foster in under a week.
I'm not ignorant and I know it will be a hard and, at times, painful process but with Mia by my side I'm sure we'll manage. All these children need is a little bit of love and comfort, I intend to give more love and comfort they could ever dream of.
Not long ago the idea of being a mother repulsed me, it was a nightmare that I was prepared to do anything to stop from coming true.
But now I've realised that I only hated the idea because I had no choice, because I was going to be forced into a marriage and then forced into a pregnancy, both of which I hated with my entire being.
This is different, this is my choice. A choice I got to make with my wife, my beloved wife. It also means I don't have to get pregnant, I can skip straight to the good part, the part where get to raise my child and watch them grow into a wonderful adult.
Stopping my excitement from bubbling over was a proving to be a difficult task as gripped the steering wheel with all my strength and stared intensely at the road ahead, stealing glances at Mia, feeling my heart swell with joy every time saw the happiness in her eyes and the way she could barely sit still, just about to jump out of her skin to meet her future child.
I could tell this was something she really wanted, something she had always wanted, in a way it was for me too, I just didn't know until now. I didn't know I could be happy in a lifelong relationship, though back then I didn't know I could be in a relationship with a woman either. A lot has changed. All thanks to the beautiful woman sitting beside me.
Mia helped me find who was, growing up with a homophobic, abusive misogynist as a father made being a gay woman almost impossible. Almost. Mia helped me find who I was, made me realise that I wasn't fucked up because I didn't like dresses, or makeup...or men.
I think I've only ever loved two men, my younger brother Leo and my best friend-no brother, not by blood but by the love, loyalty and guidance he gave me.
I wish you were here to see this. You told me to be happy, Al, and I've finally done it, this is the last step to fulfilling your wish and the first step to completing my family. God, if you could hear this you'd totally be roasting me for being cheesy.
Mia's small, soft hand is placed on top of mine and it's only then that I realised we had arrived, and I was crying.
Fuck, I hate crying
"You ok baby?" Mia questioned in a soft voice as she searched my eyes "I'm fine, just...missing someone" I muttered, aggressively wiping the tears from my face "I know baby, but this is what he would've wanted. Imagine how wide he would've been smiling knowing he was gonna be an uncle and godfather." She said, taking my hand and kissing my knuckles.
Her voice was sweet and quiet but not condescending or pitying, that's one thing I love about her. She doesn't pity, she simply helps and loves, not because she feels obligated to out of pity and sympathy but because she wants to and because she cares.
"Godfather?" I asked, straining back tears at her words "um...well I thought that if Al was...still with us, he would be our first child's Godfather, why can't he just because he's not. None of this would be possible without him and what he did for us, what he sacrificed for us. He deserves to be remembered and commemorated and I want our children to know about him, is that okay?" She said slowly and carefully, looking up me to guess my reaction, knowing mentions of Al and what happened can be can be painful for me to relive.
Wiping my eyes once more, I effortlessly picked my amazing wife up and placed her in my lap, hugging her as close to me as possible "that's more than ok...that's perfect and beautiful...your perfect and beautiful" I said with pure joy before lowering my lips onto hers for a quick kiss.
Said quick kiss soon turned into a full on make out session until I heard a knock on the window. Breaking away from Mia, I turned to see a woman with her hair pinned back into such a tight bun it looked painful, wearing a badge long skirt with a brown blouse tucked in. Rolling down the window I looked at her, annoyed she had interrupted us.
"Yes?" I asked impatiently "excuse you but there are young children here! This is not appropriate!" She snapped, if looks could kill I'd be six feet under by now. "So sorry, but who are you exactly?" I asked "I'm the social worker of a fair few of these kids, who are you?" She snapped again "My wife and I are here to foster a child, will you kindly get out of the way so we can get out the car" I said as more of an order than a question. The lady just looked at me as if I'd killed her kitten before stomping off like an angry toddler.
"Well, let's go find our kid" I remarked, looking at Mias amused face before climbing out the car with her in my arms.
Setting Mia on her feet, I took her small hand in mine and we walked towards the football field currently being used to hold a fun fair for eager foster kids. Or as I saw it, towards our future.
A/n
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Finding Family
General Fiction**sequel to "Mafia Princess" can be read as a stand-alone but to better understand read the first book** Briar has been through a lot, the kind of stuff that would give you nightmares and destroy your belief in happiness. She's scared and alone, stu...
