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A kid??? (D.M)

*Your POV*

Life is something. My mom just lost her life selling drugs. She was all I had pretty much. I only had one friend at school, and even she wasn't a very good one. I'm the weird kid. Nobody really *wants* to be friends with me. And a mom who did and sold drugs hasn't made it any better as a sixth grader.

The social worker says that my father has to take me in because he's the only other person who my mom gave that power to.

I've never met him. My mom never even told him she was pregnant. Apparently he's some hot-shot FBI agent. At least since he's in the FBI he'll be busy and maybe I won't have to really spend a lot of time with him. This is going to be so weird.

The social worker told me we were going to his home. I was also told he has a wife and a son who's 18 months old. This house looks pretty nice. There is one car out in the driveway.

I got out the car leaving everything but my phone behind. The social worker rung the doorbell with her free-hand, the other one has all my documents and paperwork in it. The woman who I assume is his wife opened the door, "Hello, Mrs.Morgan?" "Uh- hi- yeah.. who are you?" "I'm Theresa Stuart— the social worker." "Social worker?" "Yes, we had been trying to get in touch with Derek Morgan in regards to Y/N" "Y/N" she responded confused as to what Theresa was talking about. "Me" I said timidly raising my hand, "I- I'm sorry- who exactly are you? 🤨" "I- I'm Y/N— Morgan.. Derek is my father.." "I'm sorry sweetie, you guys must have this wrong.. Derek's only child is the son I have with him.. he's only a year and a half.." "Uhm- my- my mom- she never told him about me.. she always told me he wouldn't want to be tied down by a kid but uh- guess that doesn't really apply for you.." I looked over at my social worker, "Can we please just find somewhere else for me? I don't want to stay here Theresa." "It's either this or foster care."

*Savannah's POV*

What the hell is going on here? Are they being serious? "What is it you're holding?" I asked the supposed social worker, "Paperwork and documents for Y/N" "Are you 100% sure she's his?" That was a stupid question for me to ask. They look similar. She has all of Derek's features but more feminine and smooth.. but her eyes- she most likely got those from her mom. They're very pretty. "We don't have tests but we can have some tests run if you'd like..." "Uhm- we'll get there.. y- you guys can come in.. excuse me for one second"

I left the room and called my husband who was working, "Derek.." "You okay, baby?" "You need to get home right now. It's important..." "I'm on the way right now"

*Derek's POV*

Savannah just called me and it was jarring. She sounded worried and concerned. I don't know why though... I got home as quickly as I could and saw an unusual car parked in my driveway.  I had my gun holstered on my hip just in case there's a threat behind my front door.

"Savannah?!" I called out when I came inside, "Kitchen!" She yelled back, I walked briskly to the kitchen and saw two unfamiliar faces. Actually- the younger face kind of looked like me. "Ahh, Agent Morgan! So nice to finally meet you!" "And you are?" I said shaking the middle aged woman's hand, "Theresa Stuart, your daughter Y/N's social worker" "Daughter??!" The younger girl waved at me silently, "How old even is she?? Who's her mom??" "She's 11, Evelyn Turner" The name rings a bell. I think back for a few seconds and reconciled a short relationship that ended due to my fear of commitment and lack of interest in having a child.

"Where's her mother?" "Evelyn passed away a few days ago— drugs" she added quieter "Wait- why is she here?" "You're now her legal guardian." "I've never heard of her before and now you want me to raise her?? I don't know how to raise a girl- let alone one about to be a teen"

*Your POV*

They're talking like if I'm not here right now. I've barely spoken since I got to this house. "I can hear you guys you know that right? I am a person with feelings..." I announced and was immediately ignored. "You're the only family she has left, we can do a DNA test if you want. Please agent Morgan, she needs a home and a family."

"Uhm.. I don't think we-," "Look," I began, cutting off his statement with my own, "You owe me. You see that baby over there?" I responded pointing to Derek and Savannah's son, "He has both his parents. He's gonna have a good childhood. I know you don't know me well but don't you think I deserve a shot at a good life? Do you want me to wound up like my mom? Drugged up and selling dope to get by? I think not. Just give me a shot man..." my voice faltered at the end and Derek sighed.

"Fine. You can stay for a month. If we aren't working and cohesive by then... I- I make no promises." "Shake on it?" We shook hands. The deal is made. I have a new home with my father— even if it's just temporary. I have a chance at a partially okay life now.

Sorry if this is bad 😬

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