More modern!AU and crazy enough, it is not tragic. Every time I try to write something fluffy, the length of my stories decrease dramatically. Writing fluff is not my forte
"Denied?" Kylo stuttered past the lump in his throat, staring at the letter in Hux's hand, the envelope ripped in the other. "Why?" The redhead took a breath and read.
"Your application for adoption has been rejected for the following reason: history of alcohol addiction in one of the applicants."
"What!?" He snatched the letter from Hux's hand and read the sentence over carefully. He slammed the letter down on the table, everything on it rattling loudly, "Damn it." He rubbed his face in frustration. He had put that problem behind him years ago and now it was back to haunt him and stop him from achieving another happiness in his life.
Hux decided to remain silent, trying to avoid having his partner throw a tantrum worse than the one he was having now; he'd rather not deal with another broken window. He was just as doubtful as Kylo was at the reasoning of the rejection and suspected that there was another motive for it, one clearly involving the personal views of the agency and Hux didn't need long to figure out what that personal view was.
His train of thought was stopped when Kylo rose with a frustrated grunt and stormed down the hall to the bedroom, slamming the door shut loudly. He waited a minute before following him, not bothering to knock. The bedroom was deserted and, surprisingly, everything was still in place. Heading into the bathroom, he found Kylo seated on the floor, hugging his knees to his chest, various shampoo bottles and hair products scattered on the floor beside him. Even though he tried to hide it, Hux could see Kylo's eyes were red and puffy and the man burst out into sobs as soon as his lover pulled him into a comforting embrace.
No words were exchanged between the two men as there was nothing to say. They were both distraught at the news that their son would not be coming. For six months, they had hoped and now it had been dashed with one sentence. They had only seen pictures of the child, first at a week old and more as he gradually grew, but they loved him so much. They had everything prepared: clothing, furniture, some toys, diapers. The thought that they would have to sell them now send a chill down Hux's spine.
"No." He thought, looking down at Kylo, the man clinging onto him like a drowning man. He would not give up that easily. He would get answers from the agency and he would get the application accepted. He would take it to the Supreme Court if he needed to but he would bring their son home.
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