You decided to adopt a child since you never met anybody you trusted or loved enough to have children with. So, you went to an adoption, and you immediately connected with a sweet girl. Her name was Casey. She was 5, and very sweet, even gave you hugs the moment you met. You spoke to the workers, and turned out she had two brothers and would absolutely never leave without them.

You thought three kids was way too much, but what if it was a sign?…

So, you caved. You took them in. You immediately got a close relationship with Casey. She told you everything, snuggled with you and was a sweetheart. Liam was the middle child. He was 11. He liked sports, and he wasn’t exactly nice or mean. He talked to you, sure, but not much of a relationship. And then the oldest. Tyler. You were pretty sure he hated you. He had more of a dark edge, he had lived through some stuff with their past parents. He was extremely protective of his siblings, and especially Casey since she was so little. Tyler was 16.

Christmas came along soon within the 4 weeks you had adopted them, and you were with them by the tree, a smile on your face with Casey on your lap as they all opened their gifts.

Casey was so happy, the cutie she was. Liam looked pretty happy too, he was just a kid growing up, and he was interested in all of this new care they got. Tyler looks like he wanted the Earth to swallow him, but you kept your hopes as they finished opening them up, Casey looking up at you with her wide gray eyes at the bunny you got her.

“For me!? Thank you! Thank youuuu!” She said with giggles, hugging you. Now to see how the other two liked theirs…