Thanks Justice237 and Ally R. Swan for reviewing.

I've started two new stories and a bunch of new oneshots since I updated last. So I'll list the titles and fandoms here and maybe someone out there will find something you like.

-I'll tell you I'm fine (But I'm actually not)- Alexa and Katie (two chapters done, one to go)
-What I did for hate- the dumping ground

And then "drumroll" oneshots.

-Reunited- Lord of the flies
-Happy birthday to you- once upon a time (birthday gift for Ally R. Swan)
-Different birthdays- 13 reasons why (birthday gift for Dark Heart 945)
-Drowning with love- glee (in memory of Naya Rivera)
-A new type of music- If only
-Nobody said it was easy (take me back to the start)- everything everything
-If only I could find the answer- Cobra Kai
-Words I could say, feelings I couldn't- Cobra Kai (In memory of Pat Morita and for Epilepsy/ seizure/ SUDEP awareness)
-Could this really be the truth?- Cobra Kai

And as you can see, I have an obsession with Cobra Kai for the moment.

I have also deleted a story called alone together. I had no interest in it and it wasn't any good. And I have also deleted an old story called nothing goes my way and a few old oneshots.

"Phew" those are all. I hope someone finds something to read.

"I don't understand why this is so hard…"

Almost two weeks had passed since the day I had finally decided for real that Boo was going to be adopted at the moment he was born. And during those ten days I'd had the time to "look at" three pairs of parents. On the tenth day an elderly couple had come by and they seemed nice and everything but I just had such a weird feeling about them.

"From what I've heard. When you become a parent you love the child more than anything and their lives and well-being is more important than your own. I'm not surprised we came to this. But there are far more parents who want to adopt a baby than an older child." Mike told me for at least the billionth time. "Don't worry about it Ken. I'm sure you'll have the chance to find the exact right ones. What about the ones you met yesterday?"

"They didn't feel right." I whined. "I'm sorry. They seemed kind and great in every possible way but they just didn't feel right. I'm sorry… I don't know what to do."

"Well." Mike said. "I do think that if you try and force it you're going to find a way to make everything worse. So maybe you should take a couple of days and just think before anything else."

I would have liked to do that, but knowing it was becoming closer and closer to May and the day that Boo was due to be born the thought of waiting and thinking stressed me out more than anything.

"I mean it Kenny." Mike told me. "Just… get away from here." He smirked slightly. "Go see your boyfriend like any other teen girl or watch TV or anything else."

Knowing Mike would never shut up about it if I didn't obey I got up- as quickly as someone at almost eight months pregnant could, and did as he'd told me and went to Johnny's room.

Johnny was by his desk, I didn't care much for him and only collapsed on his bed, pulling his pillow close to me and smelt it as if that would give me comfort in this moment.

"It's so hard." I said into the pillow. "I liked the couple that came now. I liked them, but they just didn't feel right. And I don't want my Boo to go to anyone who doesn't feel right for me. They were nice the ones who came today but…"

Most of me felt like screaming at the top of my lungs, another part like turning back time, before I met Jace or was pregnant.

But then I and Johnny would never have been together. And when he came and laid his arm around me and I knew I was loved here and now I couldn't have imagined what would have been otherwise.

"Excuse me?" I sat up when there was a knock on the door and May- Li came in. "There's something I need to talk to you two about."

"Uh-oh." I sat up from having leaned against Johnny. "Sounds like we're in trouble."

"No." May- Li smiled at us. "Nothing like that. It's just… Usually we don't let the children here have relationships like you do. And if they do then we contact their parents and, or their social workers… But we've just been feeling that we can trust you two. Which is why we haven't already talked you about it yet."

I and Johnny looked to each other and I had a strange feeling I should feel embarrassed about something.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about." May-Li said as if she could read my mind. "Just, keep that in mind. Okay?"

"Okay."

I nodded slightly and so did Johnny while I was the only one who spoke, then waited for a while after May- Li left until I had finally thought of something to say.

"I'm already pregnant, and believe me Johnny. That is nothing I will be doing again. So, what's the worst that could happen?"

I couldn't help but to laugh- I wasn't sure if it was any funny though.

I wanted to stay here with Johnny, leaned against his lap for all future…

Then, as I was so quiet Belle came back from being downtown. And it would take a deaf person not to hear her.

"I'll go…" I mumbled and got up. "I… maybe I…"

I didn't finish the sentence but got up and while Belle yelled so the whole house heard it I went back to my room and took my drawing things and tried to concentrate.

"I DON'T WANT TO."

Belle had gotten to go out with her mum several times during the past few weeks. I wasn't so sure why, but today was the last time she met her mum for God would know how long, and while she was always sad and angry when she came back she'd never been like this.

"MUM I WANT TO GO WITH YOU."

The shouts were heartbreaking and in the middle of it all I just wish there was a chance for me to go deaf and completely shut out the noise of her broken voice.

"NO MUMMY NO. DON'T GO. DON'T LEAVE ME NO"

Maybe there was just one single chance of shutting it off, I looked back into my drawings. And even though I couldn't shut Belle's voice and her panicked sounds ringing through the house I tried my hardest not to hear it.

"It's really sad." Minnie suddenly came into our room, and I didn't notice until then Belle's yelling and crying had run out. Minnie crawled up on the bed next to me, leaned against me and looked down on my lap on what I was drawing. "When she gets to meet her mum and she's so upset about not getting to. Or someone has to meet their parents even though they don't want to. Or someone who has been waiting for new parents."

"There aren't many things in this world who are sadder than a child not knowing their place in the world…" I said, more to myself than Minnie. "But there are few people as happy as when one child find their forever home."

"Like Harry and Michael?"

"Like Harry and Michael!"

I didn't know what to do, I lost concentration and I didn't know what to say. What was there more to say?

"I think I'll go talk to Michael a bit." I said after a long while in silence. "Maybe, to hear what he thinks about getting fostered will help some." I got up- slowly and heavily and went down the hallway and into Michael and Johnny's room. For now Johnny had left and Michael had his bag opened on the bed packing what was left for his whole life."

"Hello Michael." I sat down on the bed next to the bag. "Is it okay if I sit here?" He nodded. "I feel big as an elephant right now… But how are you doing?" His smile grew even bigger by the second. "Do the Campbell's still seem okay?"

"More than okay." He said almost before I had finished the question. "I love them. Margo and Robert are the best parents, and Finn's the best brother, and Ava and…"

"I think I understand." I couldn't help but laugh at his childish enthusiasm. "You're going to have a lot of siblings who love you and will always take care of you."

"And I'll be their brother. And I'll always take care of them. But I won't even be thinking about that I'll be caring for them. Because that's what you do in a family, you just take care of each other."

Michael finished speaking, but still what he had said about families kept ringing and echoing in my ears.

He was right though, and while everyone knew about it, it was seldom spoken about just like that.

Michael kept on chattering and packing around me while I just knew everything so clearly.

"And Robert say I might get to come with him to work someday. He works as a skycap… I've never even been at an airport before…"

That whole night I laid awake, as soon as I closed my eyes I'd have nightmares about my little red-haired boy (because he certainly wouldn't end up blonde like Jace- really!) standing all alone or being pushed out after I had trusted someone with his life…

There was that one face that kept returning though…

At last, at about six in the morning I, as silently as I could, got up and downstairs when I heard Mike come to work.

"Kenny?" He jumped when he saw me. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah…" I sighed deeply. "I'm fine… I just…" Mike looked at me seriously. "There's something I need to say."

"Yes?"

Mike seemed worried and came over to me. I had never felt my heart beating so loud and hard as when I spoke the next.

Yet I somehow knew I had come to the right decision.

"I think I've come to a decision about who will be adopting Boo."

Random fact

Loving your own child more than yourself… hmmm. When I was little, I used to ask my dad if he loved my mum or his children more (me and my brother and half-sister) and he always said children. Because your spouse you could stop loving but never your children. Then I thought that my parents would be together forever. Now they're divorced and everything. So I guess they stopped loving each other.