Homophobia

Sequel :)

"His name is Max, somebody literally left him on our doorstep last year.. He's not even a baby, he was just sitting there with a stuffed Carrot under his arms." The head of the adoption office tells Louis and I sadly.

"Was he crying?" Louis asks, looking down at the little boy.

"No, he just knocked on the door and waited. When I asked him where his parents were, he said 'No money. I stay here?' I almost died inside." I stifle a laugh at her dramatic attitude.

Max looks up at me and frowns, "You're taking Max home?"

I nod my head and he repeats my actions. "Two daddies."

Louis smiles and rubs circles on the back of my hand.

"How old are you?" I say, crouching to his height.

"This many." He holds up 3 fingers, and I look at Marcy.

"He'a only three? How can he speak so well?"

She laughs, "He mimics the other kids. Teaches himself how to speak. Never says 'I' or 'Me' though."

"Well Max, would you like to come home with us?"

He grins for the first time in two hours since we visited him.

"Max want to go home with daddies."

So I started the sequel :) Check it out!

Cleo xx