Ruel Imagines // paused

•oliver•

This is the part two of biological or not, so I recommend you read that one first. Also, this is kinda based on how adoption works in my country, I don't really know how it works all around the world.

YOUR POV

Entering the adoption waiting list and system was not easy. Paper work, recommendations, social workers coming in and out of our house to check if it was good enough, demonstrate we were a estable couple, proving we could live on our income and many other steps.

At first, the adoption process also caused arguments between Ruel and I: he thought we should move and I disagreed, homeschool or regular school, I wanted to wait a few weeks before presenting our kid to our families and he didn't want to wait at all. But after being two weeks on the waiting list, we both agreed that arguing about everything was not worth it since we didn't know when we would be receiving a kid. Instead, we would usually stay up at night daydreaming about different situations with our kid.

We had been on the waiting list for eight months when I received the phone call. I was cooking dinner right after work and Ruel was on his studio working on some lyrics. 'Congratulations! Oliver will be moving in with you next month.' Lilian, the lady from adoption services working on our case, told me right after I answered. She proceeded to explain to me a few characteristics about Oliver but I froze. I couldn't believe it. We were finally getting a kid. Lilian told me we would be getting all the information she said via email and then hung up. I slowly walked over to Ruel's studio and opened the door. I stood still and, after two minutes of Ruel asking what was wrong, I spoke up. "Lilian called.  We are adopting a kid!!" Happy tears filled our eyes as I told Ruel the good news.

He stood up from his chair and run to me. "OMG!" We hugged. "Can you believe it? We will be parents!" He was smiling from ear to ear. I had never seen him cry out of happiness, but that night both of us couldn't hold the tears. I sat on his lap in front of the computer in his studio and opened the email the adoption services sent with information about Oliver.

Oliver was four. There was a picture of him. He had brown curly hair. Green eyes. An extremely cute little nose. Little teeth but a beautiful bright smile. His father was unknown and his mother abandoned him, she was a drug addict. We were both shocked with his mother's story  but we were eager to welcome him in our house. "Look, he's got eyes like yours." I told Ruel.

"And a beautiful smile like yours." We kissed and hugged. We told each other 'I love you' like a billion times that night. And we also discussed things that remained silent those months. We were not moving, we would wait until Oliver was comfortable to introduce him to our families (still they would be aware we adopted a kid) and we would wait a few months before he started kindergarten.

Days went by and, finally, it was the day we would meet Oliver and welcome him in our home. We had decorated his room a little bit, still leaving some things for him to decide. Lilian was bringing him home. Ruel and I were nervous as fuck. What if he didn't like us? What if suddenly Lilian thought we were not good enough? What if it took him years to feel safe and secure around us? But, in the end, we both knew we were strong and had each other no matter what. We knew we would love that kid with all of our hearts.

The bell rang at 10 am. Both, Ruel and I had some weeks off of work to take care of Oliver. We walked to the door, hands intertwined, and I opened it revealing Lilian and Oliver. We said a short hi to Lilian and anxiously bent down to meet Oliver face to face. "Hi! I'm Y/N." I smiled at him and tried to look as sweet and welcoming as possible.

"And I'm Ruel." A cute little smile spread across Oliver's face and both of us melted.

"Hi! I'm Oliver." He spoke quietly and calmed, which also calmed us. He didn't seem that worried or scared of us.