The walk from the bus station to the address took longer than Y/N thought. From how it looked on the Google Maps app it didn't look far. But, Y/N wasn't complaining. Walking helped her think. Y/N didn't have enough money to hail a cab. She didn't even have one for half of a ride.
Her hand were trembling. The piece of paper with her biological mother's name was written on a sticky note that she had swiped from her social worker's desk. It only took Y/N a few searches to figure out were Lauren Jauregui lived. Of course she was stunned to find out that Lauren only lived a bus ride away from her foster home. Y/N let out a deep breath thinking to herself. All I have to do is get her to sign this and I'm free.
She frowns. The houses or rather townhouses are nice, most have front yards. Anger surges inside of Y/N . A part of her had hoped that Lauren was a drug-addict like Kevin's mom was. It would've been easier to believe her mom couldn't take care of her because of an addiction, not because she never wanted her. Then again, Y/N thought. Lauren gave me up and probably never knew what happened to her. If I should blame anyone it should be the Ross' for giving me back.
It's just a bit weird is all...what kid wants to think their mom never wanted them? If she had been an addict then Y/N could tell herself she wasn't physically arms to care for her. And that she gave her up as a better choice.
But this neighborhood doesn't match up to her preconceived childish belief. Lauren's house is suddenly in front of her looking just as modest as the others and for once Y/N started to feel her knees quiver.
You've got this. Just get the fucking signature and leave. Y/N sighs as she unhooks the gate and walks up the path. It'll take five minutes...maybe not even five. All I need is her signature and I'm all good. Everything will be good. Of course, I'll have to stay with Kevin for a while, but once I get the money to get it'll be okay. Anyway, Kevin's aunts love her; they won't mind someone crashing on the couch.
Y/N goes to the front door knocking on the door a few times. The sound of someone unlocking the door from the other side causes Y/N to take a step back and straighten her posture. The teen forces a grin as a woman with wavy brown hair opens the door.
"Can I help you?" The guy asked. She was holding a baby in her arms and a girl with long black hair behind her, the kid's confused face matching her mother's.
"Uh...ah," Y/N chokes on her words. "I must have the wrong house." She mumbled taking a step back almost tripping off the porch, but the woman manages to grab her hand and maneuver the baby to keep her from falling.
After seeing fear in her eyes, Dinah releases the hand.
"Who are you looking for? I'm friends with all of our neighbors. Maybe I can help you. Bunny, go put Miranda in her bouncy and set up the X-Box for us to play. I'll be there in a minute." She carefully hands the six month old to her eldest watching her daughter walk away before taking a step outside. Brooklyn is mindful not to go too fast even though she's happy she gets to play video games more than once today; mommy and mom usually only let her play once for an hour.
Y/N studies her face noticing hints of concern etching its way onto her features. She can tell he thinks she's weird. "Sorry...you don't know Lauren Jauregui do you?" She raises her eyebrows.
"Ah, well I'd like to think I do." Awesome, since this dude knows Lauren then she'll be able to help me find her.
"I'm Dinah, Lauren's my wife." Y/N chuckles. Of fucking course she is. And she bets those girls in there are their daughters which means that genetically they're her sisters, half-sisters. The teenager tries not to let react too much by this news.
"Lauren's not here. Is there something I can help you with?" She questioned frowning.
"Um, well no. I just – I need to talk...do you know what time she'll be back?" Y/N asked her cheeks burning in embarrassment, but tries to keep cool.
