Moms In Leather Aprons

Yay To The New, Nay To The Old

About two years ago, Cheryl and Toni decided to adopt a baby. Not only because their two kids asked for a new sibling for years but also because of the need of these two women to rescue at least one kid from an unhealthy environment, like the one they had lived in most of their teenage years. Jason and Victoria were now ten years old, ready for the new addition to the family, and to be the good brother and sister they were taught to be.

After doing the necessary research on adoption and getting in touch with a decent agency, the moms started to get monthly visits from their social worker, the one who was aiding them on the process. Some stuff they were asked for like birth certificates, marriage license, and child abuse clearances. Of course the twins were treated like crystals, the only abuse the social worker found reported was the two women, from their own mothers. They explained how that was their motivation to adopt, their own abusive past. Then the ''white glove'' inspection happened.

''May I ask why is there a room with a red light outside of it?'' The social worker inquired, writing stuff down on her notepad.

''This is where my partner develops her photography. Red light means we shouldn't go inside because the pictures are developing. Yes we do deal with chemicals there, but our children know to not enter it. And if they did, they would only find tools like grapples and such, all the actually chemicals are on a high cupboard, locked with a key.'' Cheryl explains. The social worker nods and writes more stuff down.

''Where would the hypothetical baby sleep?'' The suited woman questions.

''Thistle House has many bedrooms splattered around the three floors, but the baby would sleep on the first floor where mine and Cheryl's room is, along with the twins''' Toni reassured, leading the woman to the empty spacious room, with its own bathroom, like the rest of the bedrooms.

''I would like to take a look at your financial files. Maintaining a mansion like this and possibly three kids must dent your bank accounts.'' It was like this woman didn't want them to succeed.

''Antoinette and I share bank accounts, I have my own clothing line, along with my work associate Veronica Lodge. My partner works for a photography company. We have steady careers and money my father and grandmother left me when they passed away. So no, money would not be a problem.'' Cheryl holds her head up high, confident that there is no way the government could forbid them from adopting.

''I took a look at your criminal records and it was to my surprised to find that you, Mrs. Cheryl have killed someone, not to mention your arsonist tendencies. And you, Mrs Antoinette, were imprisoned a few years ago for assaulting an officer?''

''I killed the man who kidnapped me for three days, leaving me without eating, tied to a chair, left to die slowly. I kicked the gun out of his hands and shot him before he could do it to me. It was self defense.'' Cheryl defended herself, though she couldn't say anything about the fire she did indeed start. Toni also couldn't say much, she did try to escape that officer.

''And you confirm being apart of the Southside Serpents gang?''

''Yes. But our twins are not involved, and we would never force them to be.'' Toni quickly says.

''I would like to have a word with them too, if that is okay.'' The social worker states, placing herself own the living room couch. The twins soon sat in front of her.

''Hi. I just want to ask you a few questions to make sure your mommies are suit to adopt a child.''

''Our mommies are the best.'' Jason states, like they had been accused of the opposite.

''You are aware that they are apart of a dangerous gang?'' They nod. ''Have you ever been pushed to join?''

''Never. Momma always says that she doesn't want us near the Whyte Wyrm, the bar they hold their meetings. I think we have only been there once or twice.'' The bar part wasn't entirely true, but the woman didn't know that.