Chapter 8: Special
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Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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A/N: I am SO SORRY! Im still alive, ive just been SO BUSY WITH SCHOOL! Oh my god everytime I go to update its like a new thing pops up. Im SO SORRY! Ill make up for it this weekend. I SWEAR!
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Mitchie grumbled filling out adoption forms.
She didnt want to.
But she had to.
And Shane was sitting there making sure she did it.
She was grimacing the whole time her black pen scratching along the paper.
There were actually so many things she had to sign.
That she was sick of her own signature!
She just wanted the kid.
Not the responsibility the government was throwing on top of being a parent.
She was majorly hating them.
She wanted to rip the papers in two.
She didnt need the government to her on a silver platter.
She worked.
She had a job.
She would be able to support both her and another.
Well she at least hoped she would.
And she had Shane.
Right?
She sighed finishing the papers and tossing them to Shane.
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He sighed stuffing them into an envelope watching as Mitchie trudged around her house still peeved about the papers.
She trudged past him glaring at the floor.
He stopped her.
She glared at him.
"I really hated that."
"Everyone hates that Mitchie."
"Yes but I actually CARE about the kid!"
"And you think other people dont care about kids they adopt? Its just a form of insurance for him Mitchie. In case anything happens."
She glared at him.
"Like what?"
"Like, if you cant support him."
"I can and I will."
He sighed.
"Mitchie, you can tell the government that but they will still do it."
"I dont care!"
"The papers are done. Okay? We just send them off and he is all yours."
"Okay."
"Good."
Shane sighed.
"What?"
He smiled a bit.
"Nothing. Just still shocked at how scattered you are sometimes."
She smacked him.
"Im not scattered. Im just unorganized."
He laughed a bit.
"Okay Mitchie."
She pushed him out.
"Now go."
"Okay, okay."
And she slammed the door in his face.
But it didnt hurt.
He just kept smiling.
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Mitchie sighed softly stroking Tesoros small face.
So gorgeous.
And small.
But not really hers.
He would always be hers in a physical sense.
But it would be hard for him to ever feel like he was really hers.
He would always be special.
Just not as special as some one else could have been.
But he was still special enough.
And special was all Mitchie needed.
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When the forms came back.
Mitchie stared at the worlds largest form of rejection.
She wasnt able to keep Tesoro.
They thought she wouldnt be a satisfactory mother.
She stared at that page.
Her heart breaking.
This was the most devastating moment of her life.
Aside from losing Avery also.
She choked back the swell that was emerging in her throat.
She wiped away her tears unable to believe this.
She never left that spot.
She stayed there.
Crying.
Broken.