Troubles In Heaven

Chapter 16: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭

"So, what do you work?" the man asked. His watchful eyes ran through the house as he spoke to the women.
"I'm a bank manager and Sophie is a psychotherapist." Charlotte replied.

"And how do you deal with this? After all, the two of you work in important positions and it takes a lot of time." the man turned, waiting for the women's answer. "I work part-time to take care of children." Sophie replied.

"Char has a higher workload, but there's still plenty of time left for the kids." Sophie smiled. How she wanted it to be true. If it was, they would never have divorced and perhaps had even more children, or just Armand and Arden. Well, to Sophie they were enough.

"And speaking of children, where are they?" the man looked straight at the photographs on the wall. Several happy moments of the children and in none of them Charlotte was present.

"The oldest is with his girlfriend and the youngest, Arden, is at a friend's house." Charlotte replied. Lying was killing Sophie, she was in an internal fight. At every psychotherapic's question, Sophie remembered bad times with her wife, but every time she looked at Charlotte and saw the glow in those green eyes her heart warmed and it was as if she forgot everything.

It was not fair to blame the whole divorce on Charlotte, Sophie also had her guilt percentage. The work was stressing her, and when she got home she simply did not say a word to his wife, much less was willing to hear Charlotte speak. Her "strong genius" put her in constant trouble, these legal problems, and to the wife of a bank manager that was not good.

"Can I get on the second floor?" The man asked, heading for the second floor. The two ladies followed him. As they reached the top, the three of them headed for the left corridor. Into the interior of the house intertwined shades of brown, light gold and dark red. The doors were located on both sides of the corridor. The director opened the first one and walked in.

There was the Arden Games Room. There was also a large plasma TV and a console. The whole was painted in blue. A large, pastel blue sofa was put next to the big window. Everything looked good right here. "Well, very well," the director said as he entered the second room, where the bathroom was shimmering.

As soon as he stood in front of Sophie's door, she immediately remembered that a small portion of René's clothes were still there. "Char, help me, René left a little of her clothes here and we have to hide them somewhere," Sophie whispered before they drank, "Why? He might think they were mine."

Sophie glanced at her. "Woman, are you mad, you're wearing one size more than René." Charlotte tried to say something, but she knew she could not get up and gave up. "Can I?" The man asked.

"Let me clean a little bit before it's a mess. "Sophie opened the door and Charlotte joined. They found almost all the clothes, throwing them and hiding in different places. "You can go in." Charlotte let him pass. The man slowly stepped forward as if expecting that at once the two beauties would become wild cats and eat him.

"Everything is tidy, clean." The tall man put his hands on the waist. Sophie had just noticed René's garters. She moved to bed, trying to hide the garment. The man looked at her, smiled , and turned his back to her. The brunette waved her hand to attract the attention of her wife and tossed her garters. They went back to the first floor. The social worker seemed happy with what she had seen in the house.

"Well, ladies, your house is pleasant and safe for a child." he started. "Although we have many children waiting for a home, the adoption process can be very long." he clasped his hands in front of his body. Charlotte had some apprehension, and Sophie too, though she did not show it. The blonde held Sophie's hand as if seeking comfort and strength.

"When you have your child, she will go through a period of one year in the house and only then will the adoption process be fully legalized and finally that child will become the daughter of the couple." Charlotte and Sophie listened carefully. It's important that they follow the guidelines, God knows what these children are going through.
The couple accompanied the man to the door and watched him get into the car and leave.

"My God ..." Charlotte sat down on the leather sofa and smiled.
Sophie stood in front of it, a tender expression of mother.
"Char, you know it can take a long time before we get called." the brunette said.
"We have more chances than other couples, he liked us, you saw yourself." the blonde smiled and got to her feet. "Let's be mothers again." she kissed Sophie. "I do not want to see you hurt." she touched the woman's face. The blonde tried to kiss her again. "Sorry, I ... I have to try to talk to René." the brunette turned her back on her wife and climbed the stairs with the cell phone in her hands.
"René, always René, she's not here!" the blonde shouted.