I was freaking out, sitting in our master bathroom with my head in my hands. I was pale, even more so than normal and my nerves were shot, causing my hands to shake.
I was alone, Ransom had taken Paris to the playground. She loved to swing and the weather was starting to turn cold so she wouldn't have many more opportunities to play before winter came and we'd be stuck inside. She was crawling like mad now and if we weren't keeping a close eye on her she'd be gone, out of the room so fast we'd taken to calling her Turbo.
The adoption had gone over without any problems and Paris was officially mine. Well mine and Ransom's. She rewarded me by screaming Mama every time I entered a room now. It was crazy how easily something so small can come to take up the biggest space in your heart.
I'm brought back to the present by the feeling of my stomach rolling. I think I'm about to be sick, which isn't helping my anxiety. I took a deep breath as the timer went off and with shaky hands I flip it over. "Oh..."
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It was a couple of weeks later and we were gathered for dinner at Gramps' housem, the whole family, my mom and Archer included.
I had dressed Paris in the onesie I bought her special for this dinner under her little dress and as we sat down to eat I removed the dress, using the completely believable excuse that she would ruin the dress and that I had come prepared. I set her in her highchair and waited until everyone was sat at the table to notice. Not even Ransom knew.
As he alternated between feeding Paris her baby food that we brought with us and himself, I was sitting across from him waiting and watching for the moment to come when he'd catch on. I smiled as realization dawned on him.
"Are you serious?" he asks. I nod. He breaks out in a huge smile, leaning over the table to kiss me.
"Is she serious about what?" Linda asks as the rest of the family looks on, just as confused. Ransom gets Paris out of her highchair and turns her around to face the family, revealing what her onesie says.
Harlan gives a hearty, joyful laugh as Linda shrieks and my mom slaps her hand across her mouth, a smile peaking through and tears pricking the corners of her eyes.
Congratulations are passed around along with hugs and well wishes.
"Let's get a big family photo." Harlan suggests. Ransom stands behind me, his arms around my stomach, huge smiles on both of our faces. Our moms are on either side of us. Walt stands in the back, an arm around Donna and his other hand on Jacob's shoulder as he stood in front of them. Meg and Joni are on the right, happy smiles on their faces. Archer, who always needs to be the center of attention, lays out in front of Harlan.
And then there's Harlan, who's holding Paris front and center where anyone can clearly read just what's on her onesie, "Only the best little girls get promoted to big sister!"
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Fanfiction~Completed~ Ransom Dryesdale had been best friends with Bentley Reynolds's older twin brother Archer since they were babies. Their moms have been friends since childhood and their dads since college. They were always close, all three of them. Ransom...
