No really, I'm okay. I'm also a great liar.

soup and sappy sentimentalities avec ma famille (twelve years old)

One night Finn comes home from school with the face of someone burning to ask a question. I raise my eyebrow at this, but decide to leave it until he wants to ask it.

When Annabelle comes home, he still hasn't asked anything out of the ordinary, only if he can have a cookie. (Which was asked while he already had one in his mouth and I had walked into the kitchen before he expected.)

He doesn't need to climb onto the counter to reach the cookie jar anymore.

He finally spills it at dinner.

"Momma?"

"Yes, baby?" she replies, through a mouthful of soup.

"So, um. In health class we learned about couples. And," he blew on the soup in his spoon. "I guess for multiple reasons I should've known I was ... y'know. Adopted." Annabelle and I exchange a look. "I mean, I don't really look like either of you, for one. And you're gay. I guess I had never really thought of it. Like, you're my parents. And that's that, right?" He shrugged, finally sipping the broth.

"Baby," I start. "Just because you're not our biological son doesn't mean you're not our son."

"We chose you, ten years ago, because we wanted you to become part of our family," Annabelle chimes in.

"And we're glad we made such a good decision," I coo, reaching across the table to pinch his cheek. He swats it away halfheartedly, with a sweet smile on his face.

Annabelle's hand finds mine and squeezes, as if reminding me of ... well, I'm not exactly sure what she's reminding me of. Maybe just everything, because I sure am getting sentimental over my family now.

a/n: ok so i am gonna be ~that person~ and inform y'all that i have published a bts fanfiction that i worked rly hard on (and i'm actually like rly proud of lol) so if u like bts and even if u don't i personally think u should check it out ok thats it bye