Blue Eyed Miracles (Discontinued)

8: Forever Home

Taylor's POV
Today's my birthday! And Finley can finally mine.

"Mom, mom!" I yell in to the phone.

"What Taylor it's like 8," Mom answers.

"When are we going down to the court house?" I ask.

"When we are awake and ready to leave, how about after lunch?" She says.

"Ok fine," I say.

"See you later Taylor," she says.

"Ok, see you later, love you bye," I say.

"Love you bye," Mom says and hangs up.

"Finely you have about 4 hours until you're a swift. Finley Michael Swift, huh, sounds good, right buddy," I sometimes talk to him when I'm alone, sometimes it's weird, because it's like talking to a door.

I see him smile a bit. It makes me smile back. We just sit and watch TV.
Around 12, I've eaten, Finley has eaten, and we've both watch lots of NCIS. It was a bad idea for Netflix to put that show on there, it really drains my time.

I pick up Finley and put him in the bouncer. I change the TV to Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. Then run upstairs and jump in the shower. I put on some jeans, light brown/tan/beige big, cozy sweater. I side French braid my hair back wet, I figured out Fin likes to pulling my hair but if it's in a braid he doesn't pull so hard or mess with it much. I run back down Finley is still bouncing and watching the TV. I slip on my tall brown and black boots.

"Finley," I say he looks back at me.

"Let's go get you in a bath," I say and lift him out of the fun bouncer. It's has toys all the way around it. It's white and cool for me to play with along with him.

I get him to take a bath in this special bath thing. It's cute. I dress him in a navy blue and red striped footie onesie. It's winter so I put this little red Santa hat on his bright blonde hair. I get in the car and start driving to my parents. I get there and they are all ready even Austin, he's home from college for the month or so. We pile in one car and drive to the court house. We pull up close to the door. I take a second to calm myself and be professional.

"Ready, Taylor, are you ready to be a mother?" My Dad asks.

"Yes, yes I am," I say with confidence and sincerity.

"Ok then let's go," he says and turns off the car we all set out and walk in.

I walk up to the receptionist.
"Hi, can you point me in the right direction, I would like to adopt Finley Michael," I say. She points to the hall on the right. I walk off with my family behind me. I see a door marked Child custody. I slowly open it and walk up to the receptionist there.

"Hi, can I get the adoption stuff for Finley Michael," I say.

"Um yeah hold on," she says and stands up and walks to another door that looks to have lots of files on children I'm guessing.

"Ok here it is under F," she says carrying a thick file back to the tall desk, "you need to read through all of this and make the decision, if you say yes than come back up here and I'll give you the stack of forms," she says.

"Ok thank you," I say.

"So what now?" Austin says.

"We have to read this stuff," I say setting down this big stacks of papers.

"Ok so you want us to all take a proration and report back to you about what we found," Mom said.
"Sure," I say and start passing out stacks. I look down at Finley, his asleep, I figured he would be.
I read through everything and then we start talking.

"Austin you're the youngest, go," I say.

"Ok so Finley has been left about 30 times, every other day. He didn't have great care. They kept forgetting that they had to take care of him. They meaning foster parents. They usually spent the most money on vacation and would leave the baby here. Um, yeah that's about it," Austin finishes.

"Ok, mom?" I say and she starts.

"Um Fin was left at a gas station when he was a month old. The birth parents wrote his information in sharpie on his arm and forehead. When the clerk found Finley he wrote down the information. It said his birthday is 5-8-10, born at 1:00pm. And his name is Finley from the Saint. Also he was born in Pennsylvania. It said the Clerk asked to have his middle name be Michael after Saint Michael and the clerk himself. So it became Finley Michael," Mom finished.
"Ok, so that's makes him Finley Michael, Dad?" I say.

"I read his medical records. He has no vaccines, so get those real soon. And his last physical was when he was a month old. So get that too. That's pretty much it, get Finley up to code on his medical stuff," Dad says.

"Ok, I read that they put him in an orphanage here, then he got adopted, then came back, then foster family," I said.
"Taylor what's your answer?" My mom said.

"Yes, I came here for him no matter what," I say with confidence and strength.

"Ok good get the papers," Dad said and smiled. I got up and asked for the forms I got a brown clipboard and a half inch stack of papers. I went back to the table my family and I were sitting at. I read through each of them carefully and filled them out.

Finley woke up at some point in that time. My mom took him out in the hall while I finished.
About a hour later, I had finished and went back to hand them in.

"Ok I'll get these finalized and send you an improved birth certificate. I'm glad to see Finley finally got adopted," she said.

I went back got Finley from my mom. And we all went back home, to my parents house. Later we are celebrating my 21, Selena is in town and we are partying with the Wii and I finally get to drink a little legally.