This Is a Wasteland

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~~~Vics POV~~~

I felt kinda guilty that the guys have been helping her lately more than I have. It's not that I don't want to help her, cause I really do. I just don't want to approach the situation the wrong way and upset her more. I get cut out of my thoughts by Iris sitting on my lap and hugging me. My arms go around her tiny frame hugging her back.

"Good morning baby girl" I whisper while planting a kiss on her forehead.

"Morning Daddy" I have never been so happy to hear such a simple word. I wasn't expecting her to be so attached to me so quickly, but trust me Im not complaining.

I move her so she's sitting sideways on my lap, so she can see the others. She lays her head on my chest, while I rub my hand up and down her back. I never thought I could be so happy to have my little girl in my arms.

~~~Iris POV~~~

Once Tony and I are in the kitchen I walk over to my dad, and sit myself on his lap. Wrapping my arms around his neck and legs around his waist. Like a little baby.

He hugs me back while muttering a 'good morning' and planting a kiss on my forehead. I'm honeslty never really an affectionate person, but I've grown to the guys. Even though I haven't been here long, I feel like I've known them forever through their music.

"Morning Daddy" I see a big smile break out on his face just from my simple words. Im glad that I make him happy.

He moves me so I can see the rest of the guys while he rubs my back. I lay my head on his chest and say good morning the the rest of the guys. The say good morning back and we chat about nothing for a while.

They start talking about band stuff after a bit, and my eyes drift to the food in the middle of the table.

I want to start eating again, and I have wanted to for a while, but I could never do it on my own. Whenever I would try to eat, the girls at the orphanage would force me to throw it up. Saying I was already fat enough and didn't deserve to eat.

Jaime caught my gaze and walked away to the fridge. He comes back seconds later with a yogurt and places it in front of me. I kinda just stare at it for a minute, debating if I should open it or not.

Like everything else, this didn't go unnoticed by the guys. Mike, who was sitting next to me, takes off the foil wrapper and puts the spoon in it.
I pick up the spoon and kinda just stir the yogurt for a bit. I look up at the guys and sigh in defeat.

"I don't think I can do this. I want to but I don't think I can" I look down ashamed of myself while my eyes brim wirh tears.

Its silent for a while and I know what there thinking. 'She's too much work. We should get a new kid'. Tears stream down my face at the thought of that. Someone tilts my head up so im looking at them. I look up and see Mike's eyes.

~~~Mike's POV~~~

I hate hearing her already giving up on herself. Everyone else just sat there looking around. I pick up her chin so she's looking at me and wipe the tears and give her a small smile.

I look at the guys and they all leave, Vic placing Iris on my lap. I cup her tiny face with my hands.

"Listen baby girl. I believe in you. I know you can make it through this okay. You are the strongest girl I know. You have been through so much that their is no doubt in my mind you can make it through this as well."

She weekly nods her head and picks up the spoon with her shaking hands and puts a tiny bit in her mouth. I just rub her side letting her know how good she's doing and how proud I am. She eats a little more than half of it before she pushes in away, shaking her head.

I pull her closer to me and kiss her temple. "You did so good baby girl I'm so proud of you. You are so beautiful and im so proud that you pushed through everything and you're still here" I whisper in her ear.

She pulls back slightly to look at me, but doesn't let go. "Thank you for helping me through it Uncle Mike. I just don't know why the guys and dad are acting so weird around me. But I'm glad you were here"

I push some of her hair out of her face. "I'll always be here Iris. I'm not letting you go through this alone"

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