Domestic Life Was Never Quite My Style

Chapter 40

Philiplandia

(sorry this is so short and took so long to upload I've been really busy lol my bad dudes)

Alex's POV

I woke up to the smell of coffee. Real coffee, not the over priced and incredibly sugar Starbucks shit that John likes.

"Hey baby girl, good morning." he said sweetly and I smiled.

"Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy." I said sleepily.

"You gotta wake up baby, it's 9 AM. I know you get mad when you sleep in during your days off work." he said, and I groaned. He was right.

"Okay," I said, rubbing my eyes "maybe we can go to the zoo or some shit with the kids today."

"Uh... about that. Technically we have three kids now." said John, and I laughed.

"Baby, stop saying that Laf's our child. It's kinda creepy now that we're, like, old."

John sighed. "Look, I don't know how to tell you this, but John Adams called last night. He sounded really distraught and told me that he has to have an emergency placement of a three year old girl, and I couldn't live with myself if I willingly let a kid go into a broken system when I could've done something about it." he said, but I just stared at him.

"Anyway, we'll be fostering her for a while. Her name is Frances, she's 3 years old, and apparently incredibly gifted. I'm sorry I made this decision without you, but—"

"Making a decision without me?" I asked. "Making a decision without me is like getting those stupid Kale Chips you like instead of Cheetos. This is not a decision, this is something that could impact our lives forever! What about Philip and Angelica, did you think of them?"

I scowled as the warm coffee's flavor went from a savory Chestnut Dark Roast to a bitter aftertaste of betrayal.

"Baby, I'm sorry, but I couldn't just leave her. We have the opportunity to give an incredibly smart child a better life and a better future." he said, and my grimace softened. He really was trying to help, even if he did it in the most dumbass way possible.

I sighed. "Okay, but we need to talk it over with Philip and Angelica first. If they're really upset about it, we're calling Adams and clearing up this whole situation. Do I make myself clear?" I said sternly.

"Yep!" he said, and excitedly ran to the kitchen.

I sighed yet again. What the fuck did I just get myself into?

Philip's POV

"So... another kid is gonna be staying here?" I asked.

"Uh... yes." said my dads at the same time.

"Oh. Okay. Does she like Marvel?" I asked.

"Does she like musicals?" asked Angie.

"Uh... I don't know" said dad.

"Oh. Okay." I said, disappointed.

"Lame." whispered Angelica.

"So, this isn't a permanent thing, but she will be staying with us for a while. But you understand that Frances might be a little sad, scared, or angry, right?" asked Pops, and we nodded as the doorbell rang.

"Oh shit. I think that's her." said Dad.

"YOU SAID SHE WASN'T COMING UNTIL TOMORROW!" said Pops angrily.