Sanders Sides One-Shots (That I Write Past Midnight)

Dads

*Virgil's POV*

???: Virgil! I need you to enter these files into the system!

That's my boss. Jackson Knight. He's normally nice but, since his wife is pregnant with twins and due in a couple months, he's been stressed as hell. I don't blame the guy, but his stress gives everyone else stress and the office has become one stress-filled tornado of chaos.

Virgil: Yes Mr. Knight.
One look at the stack of papers he gave me says that I'm gonna be working over time again.

I sigh then turn my attention to the papers, pulling the first folder from the pile.

This is gonna take a while.

*Roman's POV*

???: Name?

Roman: Roman Sanders.

???: Occupation?

Roman: Theater director and actor.

I am currently at one of a few adoption centers that were on a list Patton and Logan helped me put together. The first being this one, where they adopted their first child a 4-year old named Dakota. She's in college now actually.

Virgil and I have been married almost 3 years now and decided to try and adopt a few kids of our own. Virgil was supposed to come with me today but his boss called him early this morning asking if he could work. I tried telling him that he just needed a day off but he said that he was fine and we needed the money anyway if we were gonna have kids.

???: And your husband? What's he do?

Roman: He works as an assistant of sorts to Jackson Knight at the office downtown, he also helps me at the theater.

???: Well Mr. Sanders, both of your back ground checks have cleared and you passed your home inspection with flying colors. We have a few potential matches depending on what age you are going for.

Roman: We'll be happy with any age but want to aim for younger kids.

???: Very well, I'll take you back and show you out nursery.

Roman: Thank you...

???: Mr. Davis.

Roman: Thank you Mr. Davis.

He leads me down a long hallway, passing brightly colored doors along the way, until stopping at a large window.

Inside were about 15 bassinets all in rows. A couple nurses weaved their way through them checking on each child.

Mr. Davis opens the door, talks with a few of the nurses, then leads me over to one of the cribs.

Mr. Davis: This is Kasey. Three months old, and she has a sister named Emma who's four. Their dad died before Kasey was born, then their mom died during the birth.

I frowned and looked down at little Kasey's face. She was sound asleep and completely adorable with her little pink cheeks.

Roman: She's been through a lot and doesn't even know it.

Mr. Davis: That's sadly the story with a lot of these kids. Would you like to hold her?