As Jennette and Johnathan reached Masonic Home for Children, it felt so good in their hearts. Jen is still happy to see all the children waiting in their tiny, little cribs. John realized that he was doing the right thing. The babies were constantly crying non-stop. All Jen wanted was to calm all of them down.
"Awww! John, they're all sad," Jen said in a baby voice.
A pair of blue eyes caught Jen's attention. The infant had the bluest Jen has ever seen. Even blure than her eyes, and Jen's eyes were aquamarine colored.
"John, look. The baby--" Jen swiftly looked under child diaper; it was a girl, "the baby girl is moving. Squirming all around," she whispered. She wanted to be as quiet as she could, so this baby wouldn't cry like the other ones. The last thing Jen wanted to do was to disturb any child, or anyone.
"Please tell me we're having this one," John whispered back.
"John, I feel guilty. I don't want to leave the other children-"
"But we have one frickin'-"
He realized that there was a child in his midst.
"We have only one carseat." He lowered his voice.
Jen was too scared; she never thought that if she adopted this baby, then she might forget her biological ones because she wants the girl to feel comfortable as if the girl came out of her womb, to not feel like an outcast. Her tears pricked the back of her eyes so hard thaty Jen went blind for a second.
But then, she took the deepest breath that anyone could imagine.
"Jen, why are you sighing so much?" John mimcked.
And a few moments later, she nudged John like nobody was watching--even though there were five to ten people watching. The irony of that phrase.
"Ah-"
"Don't you DARE say merde in front of me," Jen was so stressed and angry, that she wanted to finger him. However, she did manage to contain her emotions. She went on.
"And do not--mess with me when I'm in a bad mood!"
She confidently walked to the infant's crib, carried her, and asked the nurturer, "What is this lovely girl's name?"
The nuturer, Maryweather, answered, "Willow."
"Well I guess she's a part of the Arables now!" Jen said matter-of-factly while stroking Willow's thin and short, but curly, soft, luxurious marilyn blonde hair.
Willow was going to see the world in a whole new light, but Jen and John did not know whether that new light was going to help or hurt her.
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Charlotte's Journal
Fanfiction"A novel based on Charlotte's Web, somewhat similar, but a little twist to the plot." -Music_110702. Willow Arable loved her life, with her family. Even though she was adopted, she doesn't see herself any differently. She seems to be in a happy mo...
