Title: Angel With the Green Dress On

Published: 01-19-10, Updated: 04-14-10

Chapters: 5, Words: 12,898


Chapter 1: Angel With The Green Dress On


Jordan's POV

When Mark and I put in our second application for adoption, we didn't expect a call so quickly, we had expected to wait, maybe years as we had with Elijah and we certainly didn't expect it to come from the state. We had applied at All Aid, the private agency that had blessed us with Elijah the first time around.

When Mark first suggested we adopt I had been cautious, nervous about the effect it would have on our relationship, but after Eli, it was a clear choice. We had room, we had money and we had love to share, so it was a simple matter of getting the paperwork started.

The initial contact came from a husky male voice calling from Washington State Child Protective services. Tyler Grant was a friend of our counselor Jacqueline at All Aid, and this case had him scrambling for help. It was very complicated.

Hazel Georgia O'Neal, had in her short three years been given up for adoption by her gambling addict of a single mom, and then been adopted by a happy lesbian couple. That could have been a fairy tale happy end for all involved, but just as quickly as it had all happened, she'd become an orphan again following a tragic car accident she had miraculously survived.

Hazel's adopted grandmother, a kind and beautiful woman by the name of Norma had tried to raise her, but her daughter Nikki and her partner Lizzie had been an older couple and so Norma was far past the age of caring for a three year old. She tried, Norma tried hard, but a retirement complex was nowhere to raise a little girl and when Jacqueline got the call, the goddess that she was, we were the first couple she thought of.

This process went by much smoother than with Eli, having already successfully adopted once. We met with Norma, her loving white haired grandma the next day. She reminded me so much of my own grandmother and she was so kind it broke my heart seeing in her eyes how hard this was for her. I promised with great sincerity to visit at least once a month, though internally I promised much more than that, she deserved it. We signed all the necessary paperwork with a lawyer and two weeks later, Hazel was with us.

Oh, she was beautiful. Eli couldn't stop crying, he was so happy he hummed, his whole body vibrating adorably. He was the first person we talked to when we discussed expanding our family and though he was a happy boy, I had never seen him so excited before… well not until Hazel was in his arms.

She instantly bonded to me, it was not like anything I'd experienced in my whole life. A love so different from that I had for Mark and Eli, not better not stronger, just so different. She was so little, so pale and soft and she smelled like peaches. She reminded me of a breath of southern air and as a family we doted on her.

She wasn't put down on the ground for the entire first week, which we spent bonding with her. We took her to visit Norma everyday for that first week, something they both appreciated. Kim and Jared came over the first night, bearing presents and gushing almost as much as us. Taylor and Melody were over the next morning, fawning dramatically. Jace and Lawrence flew in from Los Angeles to meet her later, bringing their own band of teenage foster sons Wiley, Conner and Joshua and more presents than we knew how to handle.

Mark's family gave us a bit of time to settle in and after a week David, Emily, Jessy and Sam came ready for work. We hadn't had time to make the guest room into something she could live in. When we decided to adopt again, we didn't know what the age or sex our child might be, so the four of them worked hard on making it possible, a warm welcome gift from the Uleys.

The welcome party for Hazel was to be much smaller this time. A quiet affair held at Anna and Michael's home in La Push.

"Marcus, did you call the baker?" I shouted over Eli and Hazel's rousing match of hide and seek. Eli was crouched behind the arm of the couch, popping out and surprising Hazel every few seconds, making her squeal in excitement. The game had been going on for over an hour, neither of them growing bored.

"Jared delivering the cake to Phil's house at 6," he called walking into the living room half dressed. Becoming married parents had done nothing to stop my desire for him. I had feared, stupidly, that time, age and parenting would dim the blazing fire I held for him but I was wrong. He looked older, having stopped phasing for a few years now, his face more chiseled, his body still perfect, awe-inspiring-I rushed to him and he crushed me to his body before I could even utter a word.

"Ummm, God, I love you," I moaned into his mouth, he pulled me out the room and out of our children's sight, guiding me with a strong hold on my ass and pressing me flush against the wall.

"I can't wait until she starts sleeping in her bed," he groaned, rubbing my hard length through my pants.

"Soon, soon," I panted, pushing him away when I felt my orgasm build, I had just gotten dressed and had no time change again. He smirked kissing me once more before returning to our room to finish getting dressed; we were late for our own party.

"Pa! Pa!" Eli shouted to get my attention, I turned quickly and watched in amusement as Hazel stripped out her perfect little pink princess dress.

"Hazel," I scolded with a smile, she looked up at me, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"No!" She shouted joyfully. The dress was one of the many many extravagant dresses passed down and gifted to us by friends and family. She hadn't in the days since she arrived dressed in anything but the best, and Mark had become a bit obsessed. I shook my finger at her but she just laughed, pulling down her matching ruffly bloomers with a devilish laugh.

Eli burst into a fit of laughter as she hopped down from the couch and ran across the room now naked as a jay bird with two little white Mary-Jane shoes attached to her feet. Mark waltzed out of the bedroom looking like the Sex God that he was, took one look at Hazel as she flew past him a blur of pale pink skin and joined us in laughter.

"Guess she didn't like the dress, huh?" Mark said signing simultaneously, it had become a habit in our house.

'Or the panties,' Eli observed thoughtfully, it made me laugh harder.

We followed her as she made her way back into her recently remodeled room. She went straight to the pile of clothes we had shifted through before we dressed her for the night and with a flourish she picked up a dress handing it to me with a nod.

'She dressed herself,' Eli signed in surprise.

"The girl knows what she wants," Mark agreed proudly.

"Jace will be thrilled, this is his dress… she's our own little fashionista," I said grabbing a pair of little white panties which she stepped into dutifully, and with a grin that hurt my cheeks I helped my little angel into her pale green dress.