Amelia

Chapter Eight

"Hey, Amelia." Dr. Robbins says as we walk in.

"Hi Dr. Robbins," Amelia says smiling.

"Follow me and we'll get you all checked out." Dr. Robbins says smiling. We're here because Amelia has her two month check up. It's hard to believe I've already had Amelia for two months. We follow Dr. Robbins and I help Amelia up on the bed. I go over to the chairs and sit down.

"Alright Amelia, how do you feel right now?" Dr. Robbins asks.

"I feel good," Amelia says quietly. Dr. Robbins lifts Amelia's shirt a little so she can look at the incision.

"Well, this healed very nicely." Dr. Robbins says putting Amelia's short down. "Does it hurt when you move your arms or when you walk?" Dr. Robbins asks. Amelia shakes her head.

"Good. So I see no complications with anything." Dr. Robbins says. "You guys are free to go." Dr. Robbins says smiling.

"Thank you," I say. I stand up and walk over to Amelia and help her down. We say goodbye to Dr. Robbins before leaving. We make it to the lobby and I look outside and see paparazzi everywhere.

"Mommy, why are there people with cameras outside the doors?" Amelia asks.

"I don't know." I lie. "Stay close to me though," I say. I grab her hand tightly and pull her close. We walk out and people begin taking pictures. I bend down and pick up Amelia before rushing through. People were yelling out questions left and right. I ignore all the questions as I run to the car. We get there and I hurry to strap Amelia in and get in my side. I hurry to back out and drive away from the hospital.

"Mommy, I didn't like them," Amelia says.

"I know baby, I'm sorry," I say.

"It's okay mommy. You didn't try." Amelia says. I smile as Amelia looks out the window.

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"Amy, lunch," I yell out as I set chicken nuggets down on the kitchen table. I wait about a minute before going up to Amelia's room. I peek inside and see her and Chris playing Sorry.

"Oops, sorry." Amelia says putting one of Chris's game pieces back in the 'start' area.

"What? That's not fair!" Chris says being over dramatic.

"Yes, it is," Amelia says smiling wide.

"Fine." Chris groans. He looks up at me noticing me standing in the doorway.

"You guys having fun?" I ask.

"Yes! I'm beating Chris!" Amelia says making me laugh.

"Well Amy, lunch is ready. Can you save beating Chris for about ten minutes?" I ask.

"Yeah," Amelia says. She stands up and runs downstairs to the kitchen.

"You're losing to a three-year-old," I said laughing slightly.

"Shut up. I'm being nice." Chris says defensively.

"Okay, sure," I say not believing him. I turn on my heel and walk downstairs, Chris following of course. Amelia is sitting at the table eating away at the chicken nuggets. She looks at us and smiles. That smile reminds me why I do any of this. Why I even adopted her in the first place.