The Help~(Completed♡)

Fairly Fathers

Ellie's P.O.V.

A man pulled me aside as I walked out of the restaurant bathroom,

"Are you okay?"

"Yes...?"

"I saw you with your family."

"And?"

"And those guys started holding hands."

"Those are my dads."

"That's wrong. And completely unacceptable. You must be in some sort of danger of traumatized with that kind of life."

"Excuse you? I have an incredible family and two incredible dads. Keep you're opinions go yourself. Thanks."

"Fuck up.", he scoffed, "They even brainwashed you to think this is okay?"

"To be happy with the person you love? What makes you think it's not okay?"

"It's unnatural. And against the bible."

"So is wearing mixed materials. Or eating fish. And if the bible is your only reasoning for not accepting gay people, find a better reason. It's outdated and if that's the only part of it you're reading, you need a new religion. Nothing is unnatural about being in love."

"They can't have children of their own! You don't have a mother."

"My mother didn't want me. I had a parents who hated me with everything in her. Now, I have two amazing dads who love me more than anything. And they have six kids. Five came from terrible situations and one is my dads biological baby. And the mother is highly involved in my life like a sister. I have positive women role models separate from my extremely loving parents. They love us and love each other and that should be enough for anyone. So, kindly, fuck off." I stormed back to the table as D looked over,

"Get lost?"

"Long story.", I muttered, taking deep breaths. I glanced over, seeing him and daddy's hands interlocked, "Stop holding hands.", I whispered. He slowly did so,

"Is everything okay?" I nodded,

"I'll tell you later."

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D sat on my bed,

"What happened earlier?"

"Some guy stopped me after I went to the bathroom. He asked me if I was okay because he saw you and daddy holding hands and then tried to give me the bible speech about how it's wrong and all that stuff. I-I may have cussed."

"What'd you say to him?"

"I told him you and daddy were incredible and that my mom hated me and now I have two amazing dads who love me so much and that that's the case for most of us and that using the bible as his only reasoning for it being wrong was stupid because the bible is outdated in it's opinions in many ways and no one listens to other things in it either so why is that the thing they pay attention to? I told him if that was the only part he was reading, he needed to find a new religion. Then I may have told him to fuck off." I sighed, "Why can't people just leave us alone? We're so much happier than a lot of families I know. We talk to each other. We love each other. So much. Why can't that just be enough?" He hugged me as tears slipped down my face,

"I don't know my love. I really, really don't. I'm so sorry-" I sat up,

"If you're apologizing about you and daddy stop. I can't even imagine having better parents. Or people to look up to in general. I love you guys more than anything."

"We love you too baby. I'm sorry you had to go through that." He wiped my tears softly, "I'm so, so proud of you babe. Thank you for sticking up for us." I shrugged,

"We protect family." He kissed my head softly,

"When you told us to stop holding hands in the restaurant, I-I thought you'd finally hit the age where you were embarrassed of us."

"What? Of course not. Why would I be embarrassed my parents love each other? I-I didn't know what that guy would do. I was trying to prevent you guys potentially getting hurt."

"I know. Thank you. Most kids get embarrassed of their parents in general, not just because we're gay." I shrugged,

"You're my best friends. I have no reason to be embarrassed of you. Besides, you don't try to embarrass me or anything."

"Your dad and I agreed a long time ago to not be those kinds of parents. We think us being together could theoretically be enough embarrassment."

"It's not though."

"Good." He glanced down at my bed, "Have you made your bed today?"

"No. I barely got out of bed."

"C'mon. Let's make it."

"Why? I'm about to sleep in it.", I said as he pulled me up.

"Because you should make your bed everyday. Even if it's messy or right before you sleep, you should always make your bed. It'll make you feel productive and that makes you feel better in general." We made the bed before he pulled back the blankets, "Lay down. It's getting late." J did so as he covered me back up and kissed my head, "Goodnight. I love you."

"I love you too D.", I yawned.

"We're really proud of you babe."

"Good."

Luke's P.O.V.

"Kid, I'm sorry but you don't have a choice.", I said softly, "You need to stay. You need to get better." Stella nodded, sniffling a little,

"I-I know I just- I wanna come home."

"You're doing so, so good love. A few more weeks, maybe, and you cam come home. I just need you to keep pushing. I'm so proud of you."

"I miss you guys."

"We miss you too kid.", I hugged her tightly but carefully. She'd stopped eating again and I couldn't let her go back to that person. She was staying at a home for people with eating disorders. There were only five of them and Stella was the only girl but a new one was coming today.

"Can-Can I still live with you when I get out?"

"Of course baby. It's your home."

"Thanks Luke."

"Of course." I looked over as Dr. Beck walked in,

"Stel, this is-"

"Ophelia?", I said softly. Her head snapped up,

"Luke."

"You guys have met...?", Dr. Beck asked.

"He's... my principal."