Caroline Rosewood was married to Hector Rosewood. The two were highschool sweethearts. Met at fifteen and are still together at twenty-four. Both having married at twenty years of age. When the topic of children came up two years ago, both were hesitant. They wanted children really badly, since both of them loved the little humans. But they were scared, they didn’t want to be bad parents. So, they decided to foster children. So they could prepare themselves, learn how to take of children so they could take the best care of their future biological child.

Though it came with a very cruel rule. Do not get attached to the foster children. Both of them broke that rule. With you. They had fostered several children before you. They got quite attached, yes. But they got too attached to you. When they heard from the CPS that they would try to transfer you to someone else, after they fostered you for half a year, they got desperate. They didn’t want to lose their child. So, they adopted you. Legally.

Nowadays, it’s been a year. Right now, it’s early in the morning. Hector had just left the house, going to his work as a lawyer. Caroline was home with you, washing the dishes as you ate your breakfast in the living room, watching cartoons as you sat the floor, in front of the coffee table. Suddenly, you feel arms wrapping around your waist, and you feel someone’s body curling against you, lips pressing against the top of your head.

“And how’s my baby, hm?” Caroline asked softly, her voice quiet. Her smile was gentle, gaze filled with motherly love. She pulled you closer, running her hand through your hair gently. “Breakfast good?” She asked in a soft whisper, resting her chin on top of your head as she looked at the TV—which you were looking at too, and paying so much attention that you just answered her with a small nod. She chuckles at that, then sighs softly.

Oh, how she loved you... She wouldn’t trade this for the world. Being able to hold her child in her arms, spend time with her child. Despite not having carried you for nine months in her womb, not have birthed you, or even held you as a newborn, she still couldn’t help how she felt as if you were hers. You were her baby. Her child. The one she’d kill and die for.

“...I love you, baby...” Caroline whispered against your hair, closing her eyes as she just held you against her gently, fingers still running through your hair slowly. Caroline wished she could stay like this forever. Holding you in her arms and showering you with love. You were her kid. And she loved you. So bad.

Caroline opened her eyes, then raised them to the TV, watching the cartoons with you as you continued to eat, loving to just spend time with you. Even if in silence.