Taylor's P.O.V
The car ride is long and relatively quiet as both Karlie and I are stuck inside our own minds. I'm not even thinking about who we want to adopt because we've always discussed that when we do adopt our future children that we want to make sure that we will make a difference. The age of a child doesn't bother either of us, we will take whoever needs the most love, because what everyone needs is love. "Hey Tay?" Karlie questions from the passenger seat, having let me drive for once.
"Yeah babe?" I say keeping my eyes on the road but still listening to what she's saying.
"How old are we going for? Or are we going with whoever sticks out to us?" I turn and look at her.
"Kar, we will take someone that we both agree on, nothing more or less." I watch her nod and settle back, scrolling through her phone absentmindedly trying to distract herself.
It takes us a little over three hours to drive to the foster home that we are adopting from. Tree had been told about this place by a social worker friend of hers out here in L.A and so we decided to check it out. We're only doing places one at a time and this is our fourth home we've visited. So far, no one has stood out but I feel like today could be a changing point and that we could potentially find our future child.
Jonte's P.O.V
Everyone at the foster house has been summoned to be dressed in their best clothes before the hour is out as a couple are coming to meet everyone and potentially pick a child. I huff but listen to the instruction, after arguing and losing the last few times couples came through I simply suck it up. They usually never look twice at kids over the age of fifteen so at least I'm safe. I hate the look in their eyes as they see so many children living in homes like this. I hate the pity looks, so usually once we've greeted the couple and are encouraged to go about our regular day I race upstairs, change into fitness clothes which usually consist of a singlet and shorts and grab a basketball and head to the hoop out back. Basketball isn't usually my sport of choice but with it being the only option I'm forced into it. But I'm a true football and ice hockey fan. I love the Tennessee Titans and Nashville Predators and watch the games on TV whenever I can. I also watch highlight reels on ESPN.
Today all of the kids in the house are all dressed nicely and I'm in nice jeans and a t-shirt but to be honest I'm not worried about whether I'll ever get adopted or fostered I have no interest right now so hopefully I'm left alone. But my hopes are dashed as I finish off breakfast and see some men carrying the basketball hoop out to the front of the home, I rush and ask them why and they tell me that they are bringing a replacement in a few days. I heave out a sigh knowing that a few days means months, so I guess I'll be stuck with homework while the couple examine all the children. I guess my teacher will be pleased with my dedication to homework but I don't even like doing it so I barely ever do it. I know that it's good for you to do it to boost your GPA but to be honest the likelihood of me ever having decent enough grades for college scholarships is low and considering I don't expect to be going so why bother?
Karlie's P.O.V
Walking up to the door of the foster home I'm nervous, my hands are sweating bullets and I don't know but I may be becoming slightly delusional from the excitement. As Taylor takes my hand and we walk in, directed by the lady whose name I missed when Taylor introduced us. I simply take in the aura of the place and immediately spot a lanky teen with his head in a text book, obviously doing homework. Craning my neck I see it's a math book and my inner nerd goes absolutely crazy, without even waiting for Taylor I walk over to him and start to talk. "Hey, I'm Karlie." He looks up at me with a 'wft' look on his face as if I'm bothering him by talking. But I continue to talk because I don't know when to give up. "You like math?" he doesn't answer so I keep talking, "it was my favourite when I was at school but now I'm into coding which is a little different but math really helped me get there." He nods and lowers his head and I'm a little taken back but then I remember what Tree told Taylor and I about foster homes. You have to realise that they've probably seen some weird stuff and stuff that most of them probably want to forget about. But you need to love them, they will push you away and try to act tough. But it's an act, they just need love. So rather than leaving the boy alone which is probably what he wants I go and sit next to him, he looks at me but I say nothing, just observe everyone around me. He squirms like he's uncomfortable so I move slightly away from him and he stops. I don't do anything more to him and as Taylor comes over she looks at us and she smiles at me mouthing, "you're so cute," which makes me smile largely as Taylor follows the lady around the house being introduced to everyone. This is what makes the kid speak up, "you know the whole purpose of visiting a foster home is to meet everyone so I think you should spend time with the other kids too." I smile and look at him, his eyes meeting mine for the first time.
"Don't worry, my wife will take care of that. Do you need any help?"
Jonte's P.O.V
I don't understand this woman sitting next to me. For starters I don't really want her sitting near me but she insists so I allow it. She only sits there though, while her wife goes and greet all the other children, although other children also come up to Karlie she remains seated next to me. I try to focus on my algebra but it doesn't make any sense. Probably because I don't go to the classes and even if I did I'm far too dumb for it to ever make sense to me anyway so there's no point in even trying. Well that's what I believe anyway. As the children start to move towards the kitchen to collect their plates to have lunch Karlie remains seated and instead of looking all around she's moved closer to me. "Do you want some help?" she questions in a calm and soothing voice. I'm about to say no but the look in her eyes tells me that she really wants to help so instead of saying no I nod and she smiles really big which makes me feel better too.
We spend the better part of a hour together and she talks me through algebra until it makes sense and I'm doing some of the problems by myself, during the time that she's helping me her wife drifts in and out and kisses her lightly on the lips before being dragged back to the dining room. Karlie only laughs and when I turn and look at her she says, "that's Taylor. We've been together for a long time now but every day she does something that impresses me." I nod and Karlie says, "you don't talk much but you're cool. I like you." I freeze and Karlie quickly starts talking about the next problem but it hits me that her talking to me like an actual person makes me feel better. Heaps better and who knows maybe adoption is in the cards for me after all.
End of Part 3.
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Kaylor Family One-Shots
FanfictionA bunch of different Kaylor Family One-Shots but there will also be plain One-Shots written in here too, not all will have a family aspect. Some are AU and there are several mini-series also included.
