(A/N): Next chapter! XD
I had finally unpacked all my belongings by the third day of being off from work. For once, I was glad about returning to work because every morning Thor would knock on my door to force me to eat more of his fast food pleasures. By the third day, I thought I gained a pound or two. Now, he knows I'm finally returning to work, so he no longer disturbs my mornings since working took his place.
After a few weeks of repeating the same routine every day, I was beginning to feel my inner insanity clouding my mind. Wake up, go to work, come home, go to sleep, and repeat. It was every day! I was bored lying on the couch while serving myself frozen meals. I knew my life was finally ruined by the universe because before this happened, I thought I had it all; the girl, the money, and the popularity. I felt…pretty damn sexy. Until the universe made me realize that wasn't my fate. It showed me that I had another story to find and reveal that nobody else could see. That I was…born to do something else…
"You know, I'm actually proud of you." Thor randomly says as I was staring at my unopened beer bottle, lost in thought.
We were at our normal bar that we normally go to every two weeks on a Friday night just to get out of the house if we weren't busy that week.
I blinked out my daydream and looked at him with an eyebrow raised. "...Why for?"
"It has been about four weeks since you broke up with Sif and you haven't went to a club or hung with another woman. It's like that was your wake up call. I haven't seen you so mellow since we were kids."
I looked back at my beer bottle. "I don't know what's wrong with me…"
"What? Are you wanting to go back to your normal life? That would be like saying you didn't learn from your lesson." Thor replied before chugging down the rest of his beer. I didn't realize until I looked back at him and found myself being disgusted. So, I pushed my own beer away.
"I've went through many women in my life and failed them. I still haven't learned my lesson."
Thor burps as he slams down his empty bottle. "Another one over here!" He shouted to the bartender who was only five feet away from him. The bartender looks away from another customer and nods before returning his focus back on who he was talking two.
Thor does the same with me, but he doesn't speak. He took a minute to gaze at me.
"What?" I asked, rolling my eyes away.
"…I know that look."
"What look?"
"Something is upsetting you."
I returned my eyes on him, narrowed. "What? You think I'm depressed for Sif? That relationship is over now. I don't know how to fix a relationship I screwed over like that."
Thor smirks. "No, you're just upset about being alone again." He answered before the bartender handed him another beer.
Thor was right. Even though it has been a few weeks, I was feeling a little lonely. It was only because Sif and I were living together for about six months, so I guess I was getting comfortable sleeping with someone. I think I was overwhelmed with the new chapter of my life where I couldn't party, get overly drunk, and have one-night stands. It was like I was stuck in a duct-taped box with punched holes for me the see freedom on the other side of the cardboard walls.
"Then what do you want me to do? Do you want me to buy a dog or something?" I asked sarcastically.
"With the money you have, yes. It's not like you would adopt a child." Thor laughed as he was about to open his beer bottle, but stops mid-open as he snapped his eyes back on me. "You won't adopt a child, would you?"
I grinned. "Of course not."
Adopting a child would be a splendid idea. I could decide what age, gender, and nationality I want if I take care of it correctly until they turn eighteen. There is free shipping and handling, no returning fees, and they can clean up after themselves. It's like living with Sif again, but no romance in the process. My opinion about adopting would probably give me another one of Jane's "Single Kick Punishers", but it pretty much sums up the basics of adopting.
After making it back home by taxi, I decided to research on adopting and raising a child the rest of the night. Just reading about the topic was a mouthful; I could see the dollar signs rapidly rising. During the whole "Parenting for Idiots" montage, I had convinced myself to not tell anybody about adopting, even Thor. I thought it would have been better for him to shut his mouth and let me realize on my own it was probably a terrible idea.
By four in the morning, I had finally decided I was ready to adopt at a foster home called Little Wonders before falling asleep.
After finally recovering from a mild hangover that morning, I hurried over towards the foster home before Thor realized my green Fiat was missing in the parking lot. It took an hour just to find the building and another to be accepted as an appropriate parent.
"I forgot to ask, how much is adopting a child?" I asked as the owner of the foster home directed me down a hall from her office to finally choose my first child.
"Five-thousand." She answered, making me choke on air that I had just inhaled.
That money could be used for many personal needs! Why does one child need to be that expensive? Doesn't the foster care agency want us to have money to take care of the child?
"Also, it depends on what age you will choose." The owner continued. I only nodded as I was still dazed in the price, but I knew I wouldn't have to pay for it myself since I will be taking a few thousands from my old man…without asking, of course. He shouldn't have left his pin number laying around his room when he wanted me to grab his glasses two years ago during Christmas.
After walking through two more hallways, we had finally made it to the room the owner took me too. I was already able to hear the screams and laughter of the children as she opened the door to the room. Once we did, I thought all the kids were going to shut their mouths and pay attention to the owner and I, but I was completely wrong. Opening the door just made the screaming louder in my ears.
"The children of ages five through eight are in this room now for playing. The other age groups are at lunch. If you would like to see the others, you will have to wait for about thirty more minutes." The owner shouted back at me and again I only nodded.
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