Adorable Adoption

Chappy 8

Heads up, I wrote half of this in little space, and the other half when I was really depressed, and my writing normally depends on my emotions. Whoops. I'm most likely going to edit all of these chapters later on. I hope you like it nonetheless.

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I rip the page out of the book with an excited "look Bwair! I did a pwetty picture!"

"You sure did kitten, I think this belongs on the fridge, yes?" He asks and I clap excitedly. Val left a little while ago, saying he needed to get his supplies and tech things. I was just happy he left.

Blair stands up and I do too, taking his hand. He smiles down at me as we walk to the kitchen together. This is peaceful and happy. For maybe the first time I'm glad that he was the one who bought me.

He gets a magnet from a drawer and puts up my picture. It looks so good there.

"Baby boy?" He says in a question.

"Yyeesss?" I ask back.

"I understand that on earth humans would call the people who care for them daddy," I freeze. Then laugh, my headspace fading away.

"That's for small children. And I guess for some adults," I tell him, slightly confused.

"You are a small child," he states, and my face scrunches up in anger.

"I am not!" I yell, and he raises a brow. "I'm not," I say again, whining.

"If I'm not mistaken, you count as apart of that 'some adults' then if you wish."

I stare at him. Does he want me to call him...?

"Do you want me to call you daddy?" I ask, and he gives a small shrug. He's never done that before.

"Okaaay, um... I really don't know what else to say?" I awkwardly laugh.

"I heard it comforts humans sometimes, and gets the adults in their happy place?" He questions, and I just continue to stare at him.

"I guess?" Is all I say in return. What am I supposed to say?

"I was just letting you know that if you wish, you may call me daddy," he says, and I just stare at him.

"Umm, anyway," I say, trying to change the subject, "what exactly is Val gonna do to help us?"

"I'm not too sure, but I believe he is going to disguise the ship, and us, and most likely make improvements to the security," he replies.

"How?"

"My guess would not be valid, you will need to ask him when he comes back."

As if on cue, there comes a knock from somewhere on the outer ship. Blair goes to answer it while I stay put and play with my fingers.

I hear the faint rumble of voices for a few minutes before I get bored enough to see what Val got.I step out into the control room where the two are conversing about what Val plans to do. I don't understand anything their saying, it all sounds technical.

"What's happening?" I ask, and they both turn to me.

"We are going to paint the ship, and have it only recognize me in order to get in."

"Doesn't it already do that with the blood thingy?"

"Not particularly, no. The goredants who I used to serve can get in another way through the side," he explains, and my eyes widen.

"Oh," is my simple answer, high pitched with fear.

"Not to worry, little one, we are fixing it."

"Okay," I say, still not feeling safe. It feels as though we should be moving, not sticking around here. They're going to find us, I just know it.

My thoughts go haywire with anxiety, and my heart beats faster and faster as I chew my lip to shreds. I can't help but remember how it felt to be chased by that monster.

I feel a hand stroking my long hair, and I look up with teary eyes at Blair, who has a look of concern on his face.

"No need to worry, we are fixing it soon," he reassures me.

I don't say anything, but nod instead.

"Why don't you go into your playroom?" I nod again, and go back into the bright room.

I'm still really anxious, and not sure what to do. I look around to find something, and settle on drawing. I used to draw a lot before the invasion.

It's been over a year since I've drawn, so I know I'll be shit, but it's better than nothing.

I find a piece of paper, a black colored pencil and start drawing. At first I don't even know what to draw, but I settle on drawing one of my old OCs. His name is Owen, he has short hair, and always wears at least one thing with the color purple on it.

As I predicted, it looks like complete shit, and I'm disappointed with it, but then get angry at the stupid aliens. Why did they have to do this? I wish they just left us the fuck alone. I'd rather just be back home, not scared to death of a family who, for whatever reason, wants to torture me to death.

Instead of getting scared again, I get angry. I just want to punch something. I can't do anything about my situation, I have no control over anything.

I sink to my knees and start to cry. Again. I hate how much I cry. I'm such a fucking crybaby.

I put my head between my knees and stay like that for a long time, until Blair walks in and realizes what I'm doing.

Instead of cradling me, he simply sits beside me and rubs circles into my back. I'd never admit it when outside of my headspace, but I'm grateful that he's here. Grateful that he stayed with me. He didn't leave me alone with my thoughts when he noticed I was, and for that I'm grateful.