Lizzie's/Wanda Kid one shots

Family?

Backstory
~Inspired by instant family~

Lizzie and Robbie had been together for years, sharing dreams of a family that would fill their home with laughter and warmth. But life hadn't granted them that wish. The large house they lived in had started to feel hollow, too big and too quiet, its rooms holding only echoes of what could be. They had tried everything, discussed every possibility, and now they stood at the edge of a new decision: adoption.

Both had their reservations. Robbie was more spontaneous, adventurous, and eager to dive into the unknown, while Lizzie preferred to plan, make lists, and prepare for every possible outcome. But this time, they shared one thing—a genuine, deep longing for a family. They just wanted someone to share their lives with, to bring life back into their home.

Twins-13
Emerson-10

Enjoy
~Story~

Lizzie's POV

The room is buzzing with the kind of energy that only children can bring. Robbie and I stroll through, chatting with some of the younger kids and observing the families, potential parents like us, smiling, hopeful, some nervous, some almost hesitant. There's a warmth in the air, but I can feel Robbie's restlessness beside me.

As we make our way past a group of teenagers, I feel his grip on my hand loosen. I follow his gaze—he's looking at a small group huddled at the far end of the room, older kids mostly, standing alone, backs against the wall. Nobody approaches them. There's something sad about the way they're separated from the rest.

"You know, I'm sick of looking at all of this," Robbie says suddenly, tilting his head toward the teenagers. "I'm going over there."

"Rob! Rob, what are you doing?" I whisper, but he's already moving.

He turns back and shrugs. "Look at them over there. I mean, everyone's avoiding them like they're dipped in sh—uh, trouble. I'm just going to say hi."

Marloe's POV

I'm sitting here with my twin brother, Romeo, watching the whole fair unfold around us. It's almost predictable by now. We're the last group anyone wants to approach. We're too old, too... complicated, too much for people who want a "fresh start."

And then I hear it. "They're avoiding them like they're dipped in sh—" the man says. I raise an eyebrow, amused. The woman next to him looks horrified and mutters, "They're teenagers, Robbie. You know, they use drugs, they drink, they... watch weird stuff on the internet. We're not equipped for any of that."

Rolling my eyes, I decide to save them both the trouble. I walk over, planting myself in front of them with my arms crossed. "Excuse me?" I say. They both freeze and look up at me, startled.

The woman blinks, eyes flicking over me, clearly not expecting the bold approach. "Um, hi," she stammers.

I sigh and shake my head. "FYI, we can all hear you. 'Dipped in trouble,' 'drugs,' and so on. Listen, we appreciate the concern, but no need to go all pity-crazy, alright? We know how this works. You don't have to feel guilty. Just... go on, mingle with the little kiddies, and don't give us another thought. Have a good day, folks. Thanks, bye-bye."

I turn and walk back to where Romeo's waiting, It's not like I'm used to people saying what they mean anyway.

Lizzie's POV

I watch her walk back to the group, feeling oddly impressed and a little bit humbled. Her name tag says "Marloe." She's got this spark, this fire that's almost disarming.

"I like her," Robbie says with a grin. I look at him, realizing I feel the same. "I guess we found the one," I murmur, surprised at my own words.

~Three Hours Later, Talking with April and Kiara~