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Just as your sweet girlfriend wanted so badly. Your request to become foster parents of Ruth Mel Olsen
Mel because Mel Blanc was the original Tweety Bird. And Olsen because of the donation.
You go to pick Ruth. It had been your great aunt's name.
The two of you planned All week for her arrival home.
"Can you hurry up so we can go" you heard Mary Kate whine.
"I'm trying to get this bassinet put together. Maybe if you helped I'd be done sooner" you didn't take your eyes off the equipment in front of you.
You need tweety safe and close to the two of you.
You had the biggest pit in your stomach. You're just hoping you made the right decision.
In this process of getting the two of you registered as foster parents, MK has shown a venerable side of herself you didn't think you'd seen so soon.
She wanted to be a mommy. Badly.
And to think a few months prior she didn't even want to hold sweet little Ruth.
Ruth will still have to go into the hospital twice a week until she gets fully settled. There's still a chance her body might reject the Liver.
"I just want her here with us" Mary Kate walked further into the room.
"I know honey, I just need to finish this up ok" you squeezed her thigh gently and she giggled slightly pulling away from you.
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"Here they come" Mattie cooed to the baby in her arms.
"Hi Ruthy" you cooed down at her
"Say hi to mommy" Mattie cooed making tweety wave at you
You have her a stern look.
Mary Kate as Mary Kate told you last night.
"It's ok to get attached now y/n. She's ours-"
"For now. She's ours for now"
In your mind, there was no way your happy story could end that wasn't heartbreak.
Ruth rejects the Liver; Heartbreak
Ruth gets moved to a new foster home; Heartbreak
Ruth gets adopted; Heartbreak
Ruth goes off to college; Heartbreak
The only good you we're seeing was the fact that you are her doctor. Theatrically she should be the safest with you.
Ideally, you and Mary Kate are fostering to adopt her.
Your girlfriend brought it up once and the two of you had some sort of unspoken agreement about it.
"There's your mama" Mattie cooed as Mary Kate came into the room.
Her eyes sparkled at the use of the word.
She took the baby into her arms and cradled her gently.
"Are you ready to go home Ruth" she cooed as the baby grabbed onto her hair.
Her mama.
Ruth and MK couldn't get enough of each other already
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"She's up again" Mary Kate looked at you worryingly
"Relax. She's been asleep for the past four hours. She's just hungry" you soothed your girlfriend as you went to get the crying baby from her baseneete where she'd been sleeping peacefully since 7:00
"I didn't even realize what time it was" she put her head in her hands.
"Tell your mama to relax" you looked down at Ruth who was now looking up at you eagerly
She knew if you were around she was about to be fed
"Say I'm ok mama" you held Tweety up so Mary Kate could see her puffing on yo her baby voice
This made MK crack a wide smile
You told yourself you wouldn't give in to the name-calling but you couldn't help it.
It was too easy.
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after Ruth's feed, you left her and MK alone together for the first time while she was fully in your custody
you treated yourself to a long shower (and by long you meant a solid 10 minutes)
you haven't had an uninterrupted shower in close to 6 months (if you're picking up what I'm putting down)
when you came out in one of MK's band tees and a small pair of shorts you heart melted and you feel even more in love with your girlfriend if that was even humanly possible
Mary Kate was fast asleep, she was leaned over the bassinette. her hand not daring to leave Tweeties chest making sure she could feel her breathing.
ruth was sleeping peacefully being comforted by her mama's touch.
it brought tears to your eyes.
you took a quick photo before leaving the room again feeling tears start to stream down your face
you took a moment to yourself getting everything ready for ruth's next feeding as you pulled yourself together.
"are you ok?" you heard MK from behind you
she looked small and fragile. she had wrapped herself in a oversized zip up and was hugging it to her body, being visibly cold.
"I'm great, you can go back to bed" you forced a smile at her
of course she could see through you. even though you whipped the tears of your face a while ago she would see them clear as day
"come er' kitten" she held her arms put for you and you walked into her embrasse
"what upset you hmm" you heard her ask her fingers working they're way tragically down your back as if they were doing a dance on your spine
"nothing upset me, I just.. i love you" you told her truthfully
"you're crying because you love me?" she asked not being able to comprehend the love you have for her in the moment
you nodded against her and her confusion only grew.
if this was love, what type of off-brand shit did she have before?
no one ever loved her. at least not the way that you do. no one had ever truly loved her.
it was that can't eat, can't sleep, reach for the stars, over the fence, world series kinda stuff.
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