Janet's POV
I've been awake most of the night reading through the paperwork over and over and I still can't understand why my family would do this to me, especially Michael.
I know there was moments that I had doubts about whether I could be a mother to Mikey or not, but it says in the adoption papers that Michael and Ocean were already working on getting custody of Mikey before he was even born and Jackie is the one that's been helping them an has been their lawyer.
After reading through the papers for probably the millionth time. I still can't understand or work it out. When I was in rehab and wasn't sure if I wanted or even could be a mother, Michael and Ocean refused to take him, yet according to this they were planning on taking him the whole time and it still doesn't make any sense. They also said I can come an see him anytime I want, but according to the paperwork it says its a closed adoption and I don't have any rights to see Mikey and I can't ever take him back.
As confused and hurt as I am about all this, I haven't spoken with either Michael or Ocean yet because I've still been trying to take it all in. We arranged last time I was there, that I'd come over to visit Mikey today so I'm going to talk to them about it face to face, but I'm still really nervous about it because if it turns into an argument or if Michael gets pissed off, he might stop me seeing Mikey which according to the paperwork he can do anytime he wants and him and Ocean do have a habit of packing up their kids and leaving without any notice so I have to be really careful about how I bring the topic up without harming my chances of losing Mikey for good.
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Ocean's POVI took me along time to get to sleep last night because I couldn't stop thinking about what Michael said about his promotion at work and me possibly quitting my job so I can stay home, like I used to.
At first I said no because I really don't want to give up my job, but the more I thought about it, the more I felt that maybe Michael is right and it would be for the best that I stay home.
Before I started working at the salon everything in our lives was perfect and everybody was happy, but only a week or so of me being there, everything started going wrong. Veah was getting picked on at school, DJ started fighting in school and I wasn't around for them. I wasn't even around for Janet. She was going through hell and being bullied everyday and I wasn't there for her, just like I wasn't for DJ and Veah and maybe if I had been home instead of working then they wouldn't have felt like they couldn't come and talk to me.
I've also been thinking alot about making contact with my dad too. Not in a worried or unsure way though. I am nervous about speaking to him after all this time, but I've still been trying to figure out what I should say when I call.
After breakfast, I clear up the dishes the go upstairs to look for my dads number. I assumed Michael would have put in the draw in our room where we keep important letters and stuff, but it's not there.
After searching the whole room, I go downstairs and Michael is playing in the toy room with the kids.
"Everything ok?" He smiles. "Yeah, I just went to get my dads number, but I couldn't find it"
"Oh... Um.. I'm sure it's around. I look later" he mutters, while helping Princess with her puzzle. "Can you look now I really wanna just call and get it over with. I'll finish up in here" I smile, walking over and sit beside Princess and he just sits there quietly.
"What's wrong?" I ask confused. "Do you really need to call him today? Janet's gonna come over soon and you haven't even decided what you wanna say. Why don't you wait a few days until you know what you wanna say and then call" he suggests and I look at him skeptically for a moment.
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Happy ever after? (A Sequal to love hurts?)
FanficSequel to Love hurts? After a traumatic past and becoming parents at such a young age. Michael (Now 20) and Ocean (now 19) have over come their struggles and are now living in Miami with their children along with a pregnant Janet in hopes that they...