Christian
One light Fall day, I decided to adopt a child.
"You adopted a child??" Skylar yelled, jumping out of her chair and knocking it to the floor.
Coleman, Megan, Ryan, Brian, and Briana chuckled. Well, actually, Megan and Briana said something along the lines of, "sweet baby Jacobs in his mother ducking cradle," before bursting into a fit of laughter together.
"Uh yeah?" Seconds later, Sky's hand slaps me across the face and I quickly clutched my cheek.
"What the hell is wrong with you!" She hissed.
'"Okay. For one thing, OW! Second thing, I think I can raise a child, Skylar."
"So wait, are you getting married or something, is thi-" She stopped mid-rant and narrowed her eyes. "Are you gay?"
"I don't know, maybe, probably not. I just want a child. I'm lonely. And you know, maybe you could support me a little bit, you think?" Her glare softened just a little bit and she sat down next to Lucas again, his hand immediately going to her shoulder as if that could calm her down.
Strangely enough, it did.
"If you're absolutely sure about this...Raising a child is a big responsibility, Chris."
"Yeah, I know. I've grown up. I can do this, Sky."
She sighed, "Then I give you my full support, cuz." Sky finally looked over at, who nodded.
"You got our support." Brian said, holding hands with Briana, who was trying to keep a straight face.
I looked to Coleman, who had a knowing smirk on his face.
"Coleman? Megan?"
"You got my support dude." Coleman smirked, high-fiving me.
I looked to Megan, who wore her brother's smirk, but far better made.
"Shelley, you've had my support since Sky slapped you."
"Gee thanks." I answered with false excitement and a Hell of a lot of sarcasm. I just love my friends.
"So when do you pick up the child?" Briana asked, still working on the straight face, which made Brian laugh. Of course, Sky was making Briana's straight face waver. Sky was making her "thinking" face, which was a mixture of confusion and complex emotions that I couldn't describe.
Ah my cousin was a fun one.
"Tomorrow. I am heading to the foster home on Swift Drive."
"Boy or girl?" Coleman asked, poking his sister. He had a tendency to do that when he wanted something or to know something that no one was going to tell him without him asking. (If that made any sense.)
"It's a boy. His name is Blake. He's eleven years old." I answered, remembering the other day when I met him. He was nearly silent (only speaking a word or two), but he seemed way too intelligent to be an eleven year old. I knew I wanted him as my son the second I saw him.
"So you're going to be a daddy?" Megan said, pushing Coleman away.
"Yea. I guess I am." Now I was really nervous. Damn, how was I going to do this?
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"So I'm sure you have everything under control, Mr. and Mrs. Sheldon?" I suppose you're wondering who the hell "Mrs. Sheldon" was.
Allow me to rewind and explain.
***Flashback***
I opened my door to find Megan staring up at me, "I'm coming with you." She demanded.
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