Blood Love and Werewolves

Adopted

Casey's PoV

The next few weeks I started to get the hang of foster care. First you wake up to Mr. Jay screaming at you, then you eat the breakfast the nice Mrs. Callie leaves, next you go help out at the community center which is actually pretty fun, fourth you come to the cafeteria that is like social media here, and then you help at the community center some more, get ready for bed, eat dinner in your pajamas, and sleep. Then it all repeats again.

So, yeah, foster care isn't too bad.

The day was new and the sun was up. What a perfect day. Mr. Jay hadn't come in yet so I decided to sleep a little more.

Right as I was about to dose off the door swung open. I prepared myself for Mr. Jays voice but it never came. I heard the clicking of heels and knew Mrs. Callie was in. I waited a little longer but the only thing I heard was Mrs. Callie's shoes getting closer and closer. Someone shook me softly and said, "Wake up, someone has come for you."

I waited a little bit longer to make it seem like I wasn't awake. My eyes fluttered open and I was met with Mrs. Callie. She smiled at her great work in getting me up and offered me her hand. I took it and she helped me out of bed, "What did you say?"

I asked trying to sound like I had just woken up. Her smile was still plastered on her face, "I said, that someone has adopted you."

I was excited and sad at the same time. I was going to leave the people who I had come to love in the short few weeks I've been here.

She led me down a hallway and into the changing room, "Get dressed in these clothes."

She said as she handed me blue jeans and a t-shirt. I took them and nodded, "Thank you."

I whispered to Mrs. Callie who had become a mother to me. I changed into my new clothes and told her that I was ready.

She then led me into a hallway that I didn't recognize. She opened a door, "Come with me."

She said. We went into a room with bean bag chairs and plush chairs. Their were other girls in there though. Some of them had babies in their arms and others had big stomachs and it was clear that they were pregnant.

Why am I here? I can't get pregnant. My eggs are dead, so I can't get pregnant. I quickly asked, "Why am I here?"

She looked at me sheepishly, "We like to let the girls who are leaving help with the new mothers or the expecting."

She said. Oh, so now I have to sit around and envy all the women who get to have babies. Not on my agenda today.

"Can't I stay somewhere else. I kind of have a phobia of babies."

She looked at me bewildered then she smirked and said, "Said no one on the planet earth."

I sighed and walked in waving at the mothers and their babies. I looked at the floor. A girl who looked about 15 and had a baby bump the size of mars walked up to me and said, "Hi, I'm Angela and don't worry I'm not going to ask you who the father is."

Ask me who the father is? That just made me really sad and jealous all at once. Lucky ducky. Yes, I just said lucky ducky. I sighed and said, "I'm leaving this place. I can't have kids."

They all looked up and one said, "Angie your scaring the poor girl."

All at once every single baby started crying. Weird, is it because I'm in here.

"This is my fault. Babies hate me."

I sighed and thought of Anthony. I thought of how I wanted to carry a child one day, maybe even his child. But, I can't. I didn't realize I was crying until Angela started to wipe my tears, "Why are you crying?"

She asked. 'I miss my mom, my dad, but I miss my boyfriend most if all.' is what I wanted to tell her, but I knew she wouldn't understand so I just said, "Everything."

Once the babies calmed down a guy came in the room and said, "Melissa?"

And as soon as her name was called her son and her jumped up and ran to him. They hugged for what seemed like hours, and then finally Mrs. Callie came in the room and said, "Casey their here for you."