As you and Jesus' walk back to wash up like momma said, Jesus' starts to fall.
"Jesus!" You yell as he starts to grab his chest and falls to the ground.
"Mom! Momma!" You yell as they run towards you.
"Jesus, Jesus." Mom says holding him. "Relax, shh, shh." She said calming him.
**
"I'm fine. I probably just got like, dehydrated." Jesus says after drinking some water.
"So, Dr. Levinson thinks that its a short term side affect from upping his meds.
"What's in his meds that would make his heart race?" Mike asked.
"Well, they're stimulants, Mike." Mom answers.
"In kids with ADHD it actually helps them to calm down, and to focus." Momma says.
"And there's no other way to treat it without medication?" Mike asks.
"There is behavioral modification." Momma says.
"Its controversial, Mike." Mom says. "And its not like we haven't talked about it a thousand times."
"Well, not with me." Jesus adds. "I don't wanna take this stuff. If I can get off of it, don't I get a say?"
"Jesus, do you remember when you went off the pills for a few days?" Momma asks. "You got really aggressive."
"And you bounced off the walls too, do you remember that?" Mom asks.
"I mean, come on, I was bouncing off the walls when I was his age. What about getting into a contact sport? I mean, it helped me."
"Like football? No, no way." Momma says.
"No, like wrestling."
"No way. I'm not groping dudes!" Jesus denies that option.
Mike chuckles. "Its not groping. Its using strategic moves to take down your opponent. Its physical, gets the aggression out, teaches you mental focus- I mean, that's what he needs, right?"
"Can I at least try it?"
"Lena?" Mom looks to momma for an answer.
"Ok. But, Jesus, you need to be extremely disciplined."
"Very." Mom adds.
"I will be." Jesus smiles. "Do I have to wear a unitard?"
"Okay, rule number one. Never, ever call it a unitard. Its called a singlet." Mike says causing you to giggle.
**
"So I was thinking.." You start as your family is eating dinner. "What if the two of you come with me?" You ask.
"We aren't discussing this right now." Mom says giving you a look.
"Okay.." You sigh, stabbing your green beans.
**
Saturday morning.
You wake up, and jump out of bed. You hurry and run to your closet, searching for something to wear.
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FanfictionY/N Adams Foster, you were adopted by stef and Lena when you were really little, about six. Now you're fourteen. You're on the volleyball team, your best friends with the captain. • • You and your family are all caught off guard when your moms decid...
