Stuck in Time

Life's adoption

Michaels pov

Me and Rayne, lay in my crib together, just staring up at the celling. She had crawled into my crib this morning sometime. I started humming quietly and Rayne picked up on the song and started singing the notes, ever so silently.

'The day we meet, frozen I held my breath. Right from the start I knew I'd found a home, for my heart beats fast, colours and promises, how to be brave, how can I love when I'm afraid to fall? But watching you stand alone, all of my doubt; suddenly goes away somehow. One step closer'

I was about to join in for the chorus when a knock on the door shut us up real quick. Mrs. Rosaleen walked in our room with a smile on her face. Smiling back Rayne and I sent her a wave.

"Would you two like a change, and then we can go eat some breakfast? Yeah" she asked coming over to my crib. Rayne and I nodded at her politely, before signing a please. She smiled at us and pulled us out of our crib. Setting Rayne on the ground to play for with out toys for a second, she set me on the changing table and changed my nappy real quick before doing the same to Rayne. For break feast was sliced apples and bananas with a sippy cup of milk. For being in a orphanage we were feed and treated well because there is only two other kids here plus us. It's more like foster care then an orphanage. Me and Rayne like it here though unlike James and Justin. Rayne is the only girl here but she doesn't mind, we like it better. Because of what our mother did to us it took a while for mrs. Rosaleen to gain our trust. When we first got here we cried when she went to pick us up or walk past us, and if she waved at us we would flinch and crawl away from her. It's gotten much better. She is the first women that we have learned to trust. We trust her enough to let her take care of us but, even if we trusted her enough to talk to her I don't think we would, because all our life our mother told us to shut us, to not cry, and to never ever whine. Any sound we made ended up in us being slapped or burned or whatever other form of torture our evil mother wanted to give us. Even back then we depended on singing to help us through the toughest of days. The top to songs that we sung we're 'you found me' by the fray and 'skyscraper' by Demi lavato because we as lays hoped that someone would one day help us and that's how we felt. Like glass that anyone could break at any moment they choose.

That day we got to colour and draw and we played with Legos and then right before nap time Rayne and I we're feed our babas. Mrs. Rosaleen as a special treat even put a hint of vanilla in it. We both feel asleep peacefully in her arms as she sat in the rocking chair in our room.

Later that day we woke up will five boys standing around our cribs cooing at us with mrs. Rosaleen behind them. Feeling self conscious I sucked harder on the dummy that sat in between my lips and looked over to Rayne , she stared back at me with a helpless look and we started to mind link.

'Michael what are they doing? I feel crowded. I can't breath!' She gasped at the end for breath. Out of desperation, I took in a deep breath and gave her one of my hands, breathing for both of us.

' please back up' I signed with my other to the five boys surrounding us. The one with blonde hair and the other with brown hair and dark brown eyes backed up and pulled the others with them. Rayne thanked me in my head and she let her hand leave mine. That was something else that we could do. She has claustrophobia, so if she ever goes into an attack if we have skin to skin contact I can breath for her and she can do the same for me if ever need be. We are just special that way. Feel each other's pain, everything. All the boys turned to mrs. Rosaleen for an explanation.

"The twins are mute, they use sign language. Mute by choice, they can talk but they choice not to. Also just because they are in cribs, have dummies, are wearing nappies, and look like like two year olds they aren't; they are seven. This is what I was trying to explain earlier the twins have a not so great past and they are way under growth rate. They were never potty trained and the rest is for comfort. They also drink from sippy cups and bottles, just to let you know. Car seats and cribs are needed as a doctors request for safety." Mrs. Rosaleen explained. "Go ahead and introduce yourselfs" she said after.

'Hi my name is Michael Austin smith' I signed.

'Hello my name is Rayne Marie smith' she signed.

"Ok Mikey and Rayne , we'll I'm Liam, this is Niall, zayn, Harry and Louis. We would like to take you home with us. Is that okay with you?" Liam asked after he had pointed to each of the boys while saying their names.

'Can I talk to my sister for a minute?' I signed. Liam and Niall nodded. Turning to Rayne I looked at her.

'What do you think.' I mind linked her. She looked sad but her eyes also sparkled at the thought of having a family.

'I don't really wanna leave mrs. Rosaleen but think about it Mikey we will have a family!' She linked back. Nodding at her,

'I go where you go, it's up to you' i linked to her. Nodding at me she turned to the boys and smiled.

'Well go with you!' We signed in unison.