Taking On A New Challenge (Graylor)

New Arrival

Here is the first chapter and i really hope you like it. Constructive Criticism is greatly appreciated as i want to know what you all thought about the story and any ideas of where i could take it. I write the stories for everyone's enjoyment and i don't intend any hate to anyone in any matter this is all fictional and i know that it wont happen in reality.

Chapter 1

Taylor POV

I never thought there would be a day where I was awaiting the arrival of a little girl whom I've recently taken in for a trial adoption. Though if things work out then I will actually adopt the little girl because I want to be her mom. I want to be the mom who she comes crying to after a bad day at school where I will just hold her close to calm her down before I talk it over with her. I've been through the things she will experience like most people have. However the difference between me and everyone else is that I've made a career out of having been through it all. I’d thought the only time where I would become a mom is after I’d married that Mr Right that everyone searches for and I’d become pregnant with his child. Though that was an ideal which was false considering I’d not found that Mr Right yet. At least I don’t think I have because the men who I’ve been with never worked and other men in my life have girlfriends, partners or wives so they were off the market whether I liked them or not.

When I’d thought about adopting I didn’t think of it so I could be the next celebrity who adopts an orphan from Africa who’s not even 1 yet. I wanted a child that I could bond with and I could help them to have a better life. By keeping my adoption process to children in America I knew that I could hopefully change the image of celebrities adopting and make an impact on the way which some troubled youths in America are treated today. It was a move which I knew when I looked back on it all in years to come I would be proud of and I know others out in America would be influenced to try and make a change with it all. I know it’s something that my fans will be proud of as well because at the end of the day I only want a dignified image and morals that parents will be happy to let their children look up to and I won’t have the feeling of shame because I’ve let a generation down.

Mom had come over this morning to help me make the house look more children friendly and presentable so that the child would feel welcomed. Being a role model for younger children has been hard at times but I’ve gotten used to it and am aware at how to act so I don’t become an embarrassment. Being a mother though was something that I’ve never done before and I don’t know how I’m supposed to act or how to do it. I’d baked some of my favourite Chocolate chip cookies last night in the hope of being a way to break the ice with the little girl who was coming. I mean it’s a given that every child loves sugar and chocolate which is basically all over these cookies. I could be bias though because I made the cookies and love them. I’m dressed in one of my favourite summer dresses with my hair out but straight. Now it was all the simple case of waiting for the little girl to arrive and I would be notified by the gate opening.

Mary POV

My entire life has been spent going from one family to the next or being in the care home till they were able to find me another home. It’s been a hard upbringing considering there has never been a time where I could be sure that a family loves me or that they are going to stay and really accept you into your family. I’ve been told many times during my life to “go lie find a hole to lie in because it’s where you belong” or “go find a cliff and jump as you’re never going to find a family that truly loves you” which has been hard on my personality and the person who I want to be. However everything would change today because I was getting a new home to go to.

My social worker Sandra had told me that she’d found the perfect home for me to live in and it was unlikely that I would ever come back to the care home. I was curious and excited at the same time as she’d told me this multiple times and things hadn’t worked out. But this time felt different as it was just a foster mom rather than a whole family. I was excited to have a new mom and see whether she was actually nice and I would get along with her. But I was curious as I’m a 13 year old and with my whole life having been spent with rough families I didn’t know whether I would be a child or a slave to this mom. I’ve been both a child whose parents have tried to forget and a slave in the family’s which I’ve stayed with. It was particularly hard when all I wanted was to be loved and cared for by anyone.