25-Ms. Greenwood
TPOV
"Hey baby, you know I love you." He whispered in my ear to fast for the
receptionist to hear.
"Yeah, yeah." I said
"Can I help you?" The receptionist asked Emmett while winking spasmodically, I
think she was trying to do that 'hint, hint, wink, wink,' flirty thing
"Yeah sure, let's get a bed." He hissed to me, to quick for her to hear.
I slapped him playfully and he turned back to…Ms. Greenwood.
"Yeah…we want a kid." Emmett replied.
"Why else would we be here." I snapped at him rolling my eyes.
"What sex are you interested in getting?" She asked.
"Tara's." Emmett hissed at vampire speed
"A boy please." I said after chuckling.
"Right this way, the bedrooms are that way so please be quit as you walk this
way."
Oh God. She was hinting to Emmett to 'be quit' as he 'walked away' to the
'bedrooms' so she could 'help' him.
"Thanks." Emmett replied happily, every hint going over his head except the
direct one about 'sex'.
I sighed and followed. The receptionist opened a door.
"Do you want to come with me and fill out some paperwork?" Ms. Greenwood
asked Emmett.
"Uh, no. I'll stay here and help my wife decide on a child for us to raise." Emmett
said, finally catching on.
"Fine then." The receptionist walked away.
As she did, her hair caught onto a hook hanging from the ceiling and her hair
came off! Emmett shrieked in pretend fear and ran to hide behind a seven year old boy. I
stifled a laugh but nearly screamed as I saw her true hair color! It was gray! She must
have been at least 70! A 70 year old woman trying to hook up with my 19 year old
husband!
After she blushed, retrieved her hair and left I fell to the floor as did Emmett,
howling with laughter.
"Hey Missie!" A seven year old boy said.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Why did he hide? Is he…special?"
"No." I chuckled.
"Trevor." He said offering his hand to shake.
"Tara." I said.
"Are you…experienced?" He asked.
"In parenting?" I asked.
"Yes." He said.
"Um, no."
"Okay, then, right this way."
I stifled a laugh as the seven year old led me towards some five year old kids.
"I'm oldest here, so I know everyone and their personalities."
"Wow." I said.
"Awesome dude." Emmett said giving him a chisel.
"Thanks." He said.
"Hi, what's you're name?" I asked a small, fair-skinned boy with black hair and
green eyes.
"AHHH STRANGERS!! STRANGER, DANGER!!" He screamed running away.
"O…kay then." I said.
"Jason doesn't like strangers; he was abused and left in the streets…" Trevor
explained sadly.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Trevor how old are you?"
"Seven, I'm oldest down here."
"Down here?"
"After you turn ten you're sent upstairs. It's a nightmare from what I hear."
"Oh," I said.
I'm really getting attached to him. I wonder if Emmett would consider adopting
him…I pondered as Trevor talked with Emmett
"Tara." Emmett called.
"Coming." I called back.
"We should adopt Trevor!" Emmett said hopping up and down giddily.
"Emmett. Stop jumping. Alright, I was hoping you might say that. I like him a
lot."
"Me too!" Emmett said. Then, "Trevor!"
"Yes?"
"Would you like to come home with us?" He asked the young, black eyed,
black haired boy.
"I…I…go with you?" He gasped
"Yeah Trevor." I smiled.
"But...who would look out for them all?"
"They have people here to take care of them."
"Yeah, I guess."
"Alright then, come with us." I said hugging him.