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Randy stood on the porch waiting as Vickie Guerreo, the social worker, walked a tiny, five year old boy over. He had short, layered brown hair, and looked like he hadn't seen the sun in a while. "I know you and John just adopted Seth and Bayley almost two years ago, but you guys are doing me a huge solid by taking Cody in. He doesn't have anywhere else to go." "I wouldn't call it a favor," Randy smiled. "It's a responsibility, really. When we got the call, Roman immediately cleaned out the old office and got it set up. He's pretty excited." Vickie laughed and knelt down to the little boy's height. "Cody, this is Mr. Randy, and the other man you will see later today is Mr. Roman. They are your new foster fathers. Can you say hello?" The boy didn't even look glance at Randy, turning his head away slightly. Mrs. Guerreo sighed softly and stood back up. "I'm sorry." Randy waved it off. "Don't be, he's a kid in a new environment. Come in." He held the door further open and let the two inside. Randy noticed the boy grip Vickie's hand quickly. "Roman is currently at work and the kids are at school. They'll be home in a couple hours." Cody remained silent. "Want to see your room? Mrs. Guerreo told Roman and I what you like and things you like to do. We tried to fill it up with stuff like that." Although Cody still refused to look at him, he mumbled a "Thank you," earning grins from both Vickie and Randy.
After showing Cody his racecar themed bedroom, Mrs. Guerrero left, leaving the little boy a nervous wreck. Randy suggested he eat, but he stated his wasn't hungry and prompted for a nap instead. Randy left him to it, not wanting to overwhelm the kid too much. He and Roman don't know the full story of what actually went on behind closed doors, other than minor details and that the boy's father viciously murdered his wife and their three month old daughter in front of Cody, then killed himself, almost a year ago. He hadn't said a word about the event since, but really, who could blame him? If you saw something that horrifying at such a young age, would you want to speak of it? Randy's thoughts were interrupted when the doorbell rang. He looked at the time and realized that his two older kids got out school fifteen minutes ago. He excitedly answered the door, stumbling as his giggling seven year old daughter tackled his waist with a hug. "Well hello to you too, Bayley," He chuckled, leaning down to kiss her cheek before pulling nine year old Seth inside, ruffling his hair. "How was school today kiddo?" "Good Dad." Seth gave him a smile. "I got a hundred on my States Capitals quiz." "See, I told you studying instead of video games was a better idea." Seth laughed and followed his father and little sister into the kitchen. "Yeah I guess so. I'm going to thank Papa when he gets home." "Daddy!" Bayley suddenly piped up, her hair shielding the left side of her face. "Is the new kid here?" "Yes he is baby girl. Which reminds me, you need to be quiet. He's sleeping." "He's a baby?" Seth asked, shocked. "You and Papa said he was almost six." "He is Seth, but he was tired, so he decided to sleep for a bit." "Ohhh okay Daddy. I'll be really quiet then." Randy smiled. "Thank you. You guys get a snack before homework." Both kids groaned as Randy smirked, walking out the kitchen.
Cody quietly ran back to his room after hearing footsteps walking up the stairs. He quickly climbed back into bed, scared at what he might do if he caught him eavesdropping. His little body tensed when he saw the man pop his head in. But he didn't look angry. Not at all. "Hey Lil man, you okay?" Cody nodded wearily. "Seth and Bayley are home now, want to come down and meet them?" His eyes flickered fearfully, but he slowly got up anyway. He instantly grabbed Randy's hand as they descended down the stairs. They stopped at the bottom. "Seth, Bayley, come here real quick!" Cody eyes widened when he heard fast approaching footsteps, shifting himself behind Randy's leg. The first person he saw was a girl; dark brown hair stopping in the middle of her back and dark brown eyes. The boy had dark brown, almost black hair that stopped a bit below his ears, and light brown eyes. Vickie had told him that Seth and Bayley had been adopted from different families, but they looked like real siblings to him. "Cody," Randy knelt down, gently placing Cody himself in front of him. "This is Bayley and Seth. Kids, this is Cody." Bayley beamed at him, and much to his surprise, pulled him into a tight hug. For a seven year old, she sure was strong. "Hiii!" She giggled, pulling back from a flustered Cody. "I'm Bayley, and this is Sethie, my big brother." Seth puffed his chest out proudly. "That's right, and I'm you're older brother too; since you're going to be living with us now." Cody just gave them a blank look. Randy stood up, dusting off his jeans. "Well, I have to make a phone call real quick. I'll be right back okay? Go with Seth and Bayley to get a snack." He gently nudged the little boy toward his kids and walked off. Not even several seconds later did he feel him wrap his arms around his thigh. Terrified, greenish, gray, wide eyes stared back up at him. "Stay please." "Its okay buddy, I won't be long." "Stay, with Sethie and Bayley too? Please?" Bayley looked on in confusion, so Seth decided to take the lead. He grabbed Cody's small hand, tugging him toward the kitchen. "Dad will be right back. Let's go get a snack instead, yeah?" A deep frown formed on the younger boy's face. "But I go with." "Daddy has adult stuff to do," Bayley added. "And it's really boring. You'll fall asleep!" Seth and Bayley continued talking, as they eventually were able to get Cody into the kitchen without incident. Randy smiled and laughed softly. I have the best kids.
After homework, the kids sat in the family watching cartoons while Randy started dinner. Seth and Bayley were trying to get Cody to talk more, but to no avail. He was a closed off little individual, something that Randy knew he and Roman would need to work on. The front door opened and Bayley's loud "PAPA," rang through the house, causing Randy to almost drop a knife. He sighed and wiped his hands. That girl's energy is something else. Putting the dishtowel down, he ventured out to the foyer, smiling as he found Bayley and Seth both excitedly telling Roman about their day at the same time. Only…Cody wasn't there. He rounded the corner to find the boy frozen in his spot. When Randy came into view, he instantly stood up and ran over to him, hands lifted in the air. "Hold me please." Shocked a little by the request, Randy lifted the boy onto his hip anyway. "What's wrong?" Cody's little face looked absolutely panicked. "Scared. He no like me." "Oh nonsense, he'll love you." The boy only shook his head and pressed his face against the older man's neck. Randy walked back to the foyer, then the kitchen, finding Seth showing his Papa his states and capitals quiz. "Hey babe." The Samoan man looked up, smiling. "Hey yourself. Is this Cody?" "Sure is. Cody, this is Roman, your other Foster Father, can you say hi?" The little boy only stared at him with wide eyes. Randy sighed softly. "Don't worry, he'll warm up to you soon." Roman only shrugged. He understood, since both Seth and Bayley came from broken families before being adopted by the couple. "Hey, how about you guys go back to watching cartons while Papa and I talk?" "Okay, come on Cody!" Bayley chirped as she ran back to watch TV. Seth waited for Cody, who Randy had put back on the floor. He wearily looked at Roman on last time before taking Seth's outstretched hand. "He's nervous." "I could tell," Roman said, sliding his blazer off. "But after what his biological father did to not only him, but the rest of his family, who wouldn't be?" He leaned over and gave Randy a peck on the lips. "So other than that, how was your day?" "Really low-key. Vickie brought Cody over around noon, he napped, and I worked on a new website design for that clothing store by the mall. Then the kids came home and kept Cody busy while I set up his doctor's appointment. And speaking of that, I have a meeting tomorrow. Do you think you can take him?" "To the doctor's? The kid doesn't like me." "Oh he will. He was the same exact way when he met me. At least he looked at you." Roman laughed, stroking Randy's arms softly. "I'll take him. I'll also bathe and put him to bed tonight, just so he'll get used to me." "Good idea. Now go change. You look like you're dying to get out of that tie." "You got that right." Roman gave Randy a kiss on a cheek before going upstairs.
At dinner, while everyone talked about the highlights of their day, Randy noticed that Cody only took two bites of his spaghetti, and tiny sip of apple juice before quietly announcing he was finished. Roman matched his concerned frown, averting his eyes to the little boy. "Kiddo, you need to eat more," the Samoan man said. "Not hungry," Cody declared quickly. "You might not be hungry now, but you'll be hungry later when you're asleep. And that's not good." "Not hungry," The boy repeated, this time with more aggression; his face became flushed. Bayley looked at him confused. "Cody, you need to eat. Take two more bites of that spaghetti then you can leave," Randy spoke after seeing Roman was about to back down. "NO!" All of a sudden, Cody's food and plate was all over the dining room floor, along with his juice that he had decided to pour on top of it. He kicked over his chair, before picking up the juice covered spaghetti with his bare hands and threw it straight at Randy, the sticky mess hitting him square in the chest. Seth and Bayley sat in their seats shocked, along with Randy. What the hell? Roman stood up and grabbed Cody's arm gently, but firmly before he could run upstairs. "Let me go!" "Cody-" "Let me GO." Roman didn't, watching the boy struggle before a broke down into a sobbing mess. "Cody…" He sighed, kneeling to his height. "What's the matter?" "I'm sorry!" He sobbed. "I'm sorry! I be a good boy, I promise!" Roman just pulled him into a hug as he continued to bawl his eyes out. What the hell happened to this boy?
An hour and a half later, after getting past the shock of what happened at dinner, and Cody helping Randy clean up his mess, the kids were bathed and put to bed, but not before Cody gave another tearful apology to not only Roman, but Randy also. "He has a control issue," Roman stated, turning over in bed and pulling Randy closer to his body. "How do you know that?" "Well, when we first fostered Seth when he was four, he threw a tantrum every time we didn't listen to him." "Yeah but four year olds get upset all the time." "Not the way Seth did, remember? We weren't LISTENING to what he had to say, and he would get pissed off. Cody did the same today. For a kid who was constantly starved by his own Father, he doesn't eat much, because he's used to not eating for days anyway. We tried to force him to eat even after he told us twice he wasn't hungry anymore. See what I mean?" "I guess…so, like we did with Seth, we should give him more control over what he wants?" "Yeah, like if he wanted a snack of some sort, we let him choose. Or an outfit for the day. Just little things like that can help with not only his nervousness, but his control issue, too." Randy nodded, closing his eyes and yawning. "That makes sense." Roman leaned over and pecked Randy's lips. "Goodnight Randy." "Goodnight babe."
Hello good people! This is my first story that I have ever posted on here! I have been writing for years now, but finally decided to share my decent talent with the world. Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Leave a review too, because criticism is greatly appreciated