Leave The City (Book 8 of Adopted by the Josephs)

62. Samantha

Having Mom and Dad and Junie and Rosie in for the week was amazing. Yeah, I still had to go to school but Dylan drove me home most days and we'd do our homework together until Mom and Dad came home from whatever they'd been doing with Junie and Rosie.

On Friday they came to my basketball game. It was bittersweet because for one, I wasn't playing, but I was helping coach. And second, they were flying out Sunday morning and I felt like I didn't get enough time with them. Which I guess makes sense, since I did still have school.

Besides, I'm heading home in a few weeks for spring break and Easter. And maybe even my brother's birth? I couldn't believe we were having a baby brother! I was so excited. Dad said he wanted to name him after his uncle Tommy, so that'll probably wind up being his name. Which is cool.

Dylan was amazing with Junie and Rosie and I could tell they liked him, too.

"Rosie's a little boss girl, huh?" Dylan asked as we sat with our friends at lunch at the hamburger place Brandi had brought me on the first day of school. It was Monday. The day after we'd spent the day at home with my family. 

"She can be," I agreed, as I leaned against him, stealing his fries.

"Did you bolus for those?" He asked. I loved how that was his concern. Not that I was stealing his fries, but whether I'd bolused my insulin for it.

"Yes, Dad," I smiled up at him. He kissed my forehead. I smiled again.

"Just checking," he smiled. "I really like your family, Sam. Your parents are just the right amount of protective, but really let you experience things, huh?"

I contemplated that.

"I'm really lucky I wound up in their backyard five years ago," I said. "I don't think I'd still be here if I hadn't."

"What do you mean?" He frowned at me as I looked up at him.

I sighed.

"I haven't really told you much about growing up, huh?"

"No. Not really. I mean, I know about some stuff from the news. You know, when you were in the accident and they had to drag a whole bunch of that shit up in case... you know."

"In case I died?" I said, more as a question. He nodded with a sad look on his face.

"Yeah. And when I looked some stuff up on you before you came here," he admitted. He'd already told me how he'd looked me up to try and get an idea of who I am, which he admitted was mostly a bad idea once he actually met me.

I nodded.

"I try not to talk about life before my mom and dad. It wasn't... great," I said.

"That much I figured out," he smirked.

"My birth mom did her best. She really did. I didn't know what she was going through but I can't help but think it might have been worse than what Stanley did to me. Especially after I was born."

"Why? What happened when you were born?" Dylan asked.

"I was a girl," I said. "And my birth mom hemorrhaged, so she had to have an emergency hysterectomy. So, no more kids for Stanley, and definitely no sons. And that's really what he wanted. A son to carry on his name and maybe take over his law firm. Huh, I wonder what ever happened to it. I never thought about it."

"You might want to look into that. You might have money owing to you if it was sold."

"Honestly, I don't care. Stanley set me up pretty well and I think my parents do okay," I grinned.