Alex POV - three weeks later
"Sawyer, what contributed to your decision to stay at UCLA."
I sigh and watch the interview.
I can see her fidgeting and she finally gathers her thoughts.
"I have an um-amazing support system. I kinda just put all of my options on the table and they helped me sort through them." She says.
She fidgets more.
"Do you think that you will regret this decision? It could be a missed opportunity for you."
I watch Sawyer's eyes widen and she takes a deep breath.
"I have thought about that. And you're right, I could regret it. I could have another injury or this could've been my chance."
She bites her lip, "I trust my support system. I struggle with a lot of things and college is the best place for me to continue to grow. This is only the beginning for me."
I smile and wipe tears from my eyes.
'Good job, baby.'
"Alex?"
I look up and see Quinn.
"Hey, babe. What's up?"
She looks down and I can tell that she's anxious.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
She looks up and tears form in her eyes, "I don't want to go to middle school!"
I sigh, "Come here."
She runs over and I wrap my arms around her, "It's okay to be scared and nervous."
She just stays silent and sniffles.
"We're going to meet your teachers and social worker today. It's all new and scary, but you've got us."
"But I'm not even adopted yet!" She says.
I push her back from me, "I know. There's been a hiccup, but it'll be figured out. We're not going anywhere, do you hear me?"
"What's the hiccup?" She asks.
'Your biological father seems to have decided to be a father after all.'
I sigh, "It's not for you to worry about, Serv and I are working on it."
She sighs and nods.
I pull her face up, "Hey, I promise that it's going to work out."
She sighs and nods, "I believe you."
I smile, "Good. Are you ready to go?"
She nods reluctantly and she spins around, walking out.
I go to stand up and my phone buzzes.
I see that it's Sawyer and quickly answer, "Hi baby!"
She yawns, "Morning, momma."
I chuckle, "You sleep okay?"
She shrugs, "I had a nightmare. It was hard for me to sleep after that."
I nod, "About what?"
She bites her lip, "I don't really want to talk about it."
I sigh, "You'll talk to Dr. Shaw or Makena?"
She bobs her head up and down.
"Where's everyone?" She asks.
I smile, "Q is getting ready to go meet her teachers and check out middle school."
She rubs her forehead, "Oh, yeah. She's like really anxious about that."
