Taylor's POV
Finley is going back tomorrow, sad to say, yeah. He's so cute, adorable and everyone loves him. I love him, like truly love him. His smile, his laugh, everything about him I love.
I don't like to hear him cry, I got him in to a routine day and night. He eats 3 times a day, has snacks, gets changed whenever, has 2 naps, sleeps better at night, is confronted when he cries, and never left behind.
I have to "Turn him in tomorrow," I wish I could restart these 13 days over again. We were sitting on the carpet playing with the few toys I bought him. One was keys, he loves keys, I also got him some blocks. He mainly tries to eat them. It's cute the way he does it. Sometimes he will miss his mouth and hit his nose. I just sit back in awe watching him explore. I still keep an eye on him, I didn't really do any baby proofing but outlets, but I always have them covered.
"Finley you are leaving tomorrow," I tell him while getting him off the ground.
I give him a warm bath, dress him in a yellow duck sleeper, and warm up a bottle. After it's done I feed him, burp him and them just rock him to sleep. I softly sung a song I rewrote because of him, it's for the new album, called Never Grow Up. New lyrics just popped in my head while I was creepily watching him sleep.
••••
"Let's go little buddy," I say picking up the car seat.
We pull up to the police station, I take a moment to think. Then get out of my car, I've had since I was 16, almost 4 years ago. The bell rings signaling someone opened the door, it was me. I haul Finley in. I set him up on the desk.
"Hi, Finley and Ms. Swift," Stella says.
"Hey Stella, I brought Finley back, did his parents return," I hope for no.
"No, no they got in a car accident and rolled off the road. Finley is going to an orphanage in upstate New York," Stella says.
"Oh really," I said, I didn't mean it that way, I just wanted to spend more time with him.
"Yeah, well how was he?" She asks.
"An absolute angel," I say in a happy voice.
"Ok that's nice to hear," she says.
"So when does he leave?" I ask.
"Tomorrow around 8 am," Stella replies putting the diaper bag behind her desk.
"Oh," and then I turn to leave.
"Taylor? Thank you," Stella says and I open the door and drive to my moms.
••••
"Hey, honey what are you doing here?" She says when I walk through the door.
"I need help," I say.
"What happen?" She said concerned.
"It's not me, it's my decision. Finley his foster parents died in a car accident in Hawaii. He's going to New York tomorrow at 8, I think I want to keep him," I say.
"Why?" She says.
"I just love him, his smile, laugh, the weird noises, the long nights he stays up, everything about him I love," I say with a smile.
"Then do it, keep the little munchkin, but you know what impact this could have on your career and life?" Mom says being her wise self.
"Yeah, mom, thank you, sometimes I'm indecisive, I'll be back," I give her a quick hug and sneak out to my old room, that looks really bare.
"Hello, this is Taylor Swift. I'm calling regrading to Finley Michael. I would like to adopt him," I say.
"Um ok, come down to the station and we can sort this out," the lady says.
"Ok I'll see you in 10," I say and hang up.
••••
I get there and start going through paper work. We are almost done when she asks my age.
"I'm 20, I'll be 21 in December," I say.
"Oh, we can give you custody until you are twenty-one, a legal adult," she says.
"What am I gonna do, then, I don't want to lose him. Can I watch him until my birthday?" I ask.
"How about this, I sign him as your parents foster parents, on your birthday come down here and I'll give you custody, ok?" Stella says.
"I won't get in trouble?" I ask, jail isn't in my favor or liking.
"Nope, you'll be watching your foster brother technically but also your future son," Stella said, "just get your parents to come sign some forms and he came come home. You'll have him as a foster kid for 5 months, until you can legalize an adoption," Stella says.
"Ok, I'll be back later today," I say and leave. I call my parents and convince them to come down, they both do after work.
"Ok so I sign papers and he is our foster son, but she watches him until her birthday when she can legally adopt him?" Mom says after getting through everything.
"Yup," Stella and Laura say.
"Ok, let's do this," she says signing her name. She signs and my dad does too.
I take Finley home that night, to his real home which he will grow up in.
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Blue Eyed Miracles (Discontinued)
Fanfiction(CURRENTLY EDITING) Finley Michael left alone in Central Park at three months old, saved by the grace of the one and only Taylor Swift. Taylor plans to give Fin a much better life. Months later Taylor finds a little blonde haired, blue eyed, shy an...
