Troubles In Heaven

Chapter 15: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑶𝒓𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆

9 day later
"René, where are you going?" Sophie's calm voice was heard from the second floor. There were sounds of currents, striking hard on the floor. "I want to get out of here for a while." René appeared, wearing a small bag and followed by her mistress. "Please do not go away. If anyone has done anything, I will talk to him." René stopped and turned to Sophie.

"Why do not you ask your wife!" She snapped and slammed the door. If she'd been banged even harder, she'd break down the house. Sophie wanted to cry. She went to the kitchen, and Charlotte followed her, leaving everything.

"Sophie, are you all right?" Charlotte's slightly husky voice sneaked past the brunette's thoughts. "No, Char, I'm not, you're rejoicing, you win." Sophie raised her hands and surrendered. Not withstanding the promise, she and Charlotte will divorce as soon as the child comes, she can not hold René. Sophie got upstairs and locked herself in her room.
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Sophie's hands were on the wheel, but she had not yet started the car. She stared at the old wedding ring that was back on her finger.
"Sophie?" Charlotte's voice was soft. She pulled Sophie's curly hair from her neck and her hand touched the woman's warm skin.

"Please ..." she moved away from Charlotte's touches. The blonde leaned over and kissed the face now, again, of her wife.
"Let's visit the orphanage today." the blonde said with a smile. That smile  was Sophie's weakness.

It was inevitable that they could not remember the old days, the good times, the way things were before the frequent fights. How two people who loved each other so intensely did not manage to stay in one place without arguing.

"You really want another child? After we do that, we can not go back. It's a child, not an object you can give back or give to someone else." "I know perfectly, Soph. I know we can not get back, and I really want this kid. I've been alone for so many years, I've been trying with others, but something is slipping in. Now when you're back to me, I realize I can and I want to do everything. With you. "Charlotte's hand touched Sophie's, slid along its length, and finally stopped at the back of the brunette's neck.

Sophie had realized now how much she had missed Charlotte. Her Charlotte. René just filled the gap in Sophie's heart. "Oh, Charlotte." She drew her lovely lips. She leaned forward. The touch of her lips on those of Charlotte brought Sophie's hot waves. Even after that, she still remembered the taste of alcohol and chocolate that did not separate from the blonde.

Sophie opened her eyes and smiled at Charlotte. "Come on, let's take that kid.""You go, and I will find a place to park," Sophie ordered. Charlotte got out of the car and headed the orphanage. The Secretary of the Director greeted Charlotte with a wide smile. "Oh, Mrs. Labelle, how are you?" The red-haired woman asked her. "Very well. We just have to wait for one more person," the blonde said, "Your husband?" The lady wondered. The door open and Sophie came in all glowing with beauty. "Hello, dear. They say I'm slowing down, but Arden called and said he was going to sleep at Noah ..." Sophie said looking at the secretary, "Hello. I am Sophie, Charlotte's wife." Both of them hand clapped.

"Some children here have never had a home, others have come from abusive homes." the woman was saying as she searched for some files in the drawer.
"We did artificial insemination, we have two children." Charlotte said entwining her fingers with Sophie's.
"But we want another child. A girl, actually." Sophie recognized that smile on Charlotte's face.

It was the same as when she discovered she was pregnant. "Well, if the ladies already have two children ..." the woman finally found the sheet she was looking for. "It will be a quiet process. So we can schedule a visit to the ladies' house?" the woman looked over her glasses.

Charlotte and Sophie exchanged glances and replied in unison "Yes!"
"Hello, Madam Labelle, I'm glad to see you again, how are you?" A big smile blossomed over the director's face. He was a tall, middle-aged, gray-haired man. He shook hands with Charlotte.

"Oh, this is probably your lovely wife! It is nice to meet you," the director said, and shook hands with Sophie. The two ladies sat down on the soft chairs opposite the desk. "I understand that you want to adopt a baby and that you have used artificial insemination to get your two children." He began to examine the papers.

"That's right, I carried the first, and Sophie the second one," explained the blonde. Sophie's phone rang. The brunette looked at it, apologized, and left. "Work?" The deep voice of the man swayed in the room.

Charlotte shrugged and adjusted her dress. Sophie walked in and sat back to her wife. "You just have to tell me how old you want to be the child." The director smiled and folded his arms, "I think it will be good if the child is 3-4 years old." Sophie looked at her beloved.

"It would be better if it was in the interval between those years," Charlotte said, looking at the man in front of them. "Okay, we'll do a little inspection of your house to make sure it's going to be right for the girl," he explained with a broad smile to the director before he sent the wives to the door.