A/N Hey guys! I might get to update more now, since I might be able to get hold of a separate computer more often. My mom got sole custody of me, and my brother gets joint custody with my dad. PLEASE REVIEW! Four reviews to update, PLEASE!
Adam's POV:
I couldn't stop crying. I kept trying to help her, but she just kept shoving me away. Fiona's blue eyes- the eyes I fell in love with- were glazed over from the booze. Her eyes were erratic, her sentences slurred, and she stabbed my heart every time she stumbled. A woman from the adoption agency was supposed to come by today, and she would be here any minute. "Fiona! Sweetheart, stop! Mrs. Callin is going to be here any second to see the house so we can adopt the baby! Go take a shower, I'll tell her you're sick. Please." I begged, bribing and pleading. Fiona didn't listen. She was drunk off her ass, barely being able to stand. If the woman from the agency saw this, she would make sure we weren't three hundred yards near this kid. Tears streamed down my cheeks. Not just my wife, but my baby, too? Couldn't anything go right for me? Fiona slipped again, and I grabbed her before she fell just as the door bell ran. Oh God. My stomach twisted, and I tried to shove Fiona up our carpeted steps. How could she be so selfish? Couldn't she give up alcohol for one day? I knew her problem was serious, but was it this bad? I opened the door to see a wrinkled old woman staring at me. She stared right past me, looking right at Fiona, and my red swollen eyes. Fiona was so sick, maybe we couldn't get a baby right now. "M-Mr. Torres, is your wife alright?" she asked nervously, her eyebrows connecting. "She's just sick right now." I said gently. Great, now I was a liar, too. "Could you come back sometime this week?" I asked. She nodded, but wrote something down on her clip board. Great. I shut the door and walked back to Fiona, who had fallen asleep on the stairs. I sat next to her, and cried. I cried for my wife, who was falling down a swirling tunnel of addiction, and for the daughter I would never get to meet.
Eli's POV:
Clare sobbed uncontrollably into my chest, and I rubbed her back to quickly to soothe her. My baby, my baby. Celia Juliet Goldsworthy. I saw her name in my head. What was even worse was that I saw it on a tombstone. I choked back sobs at the thought of my daughter dying. I couldn't let that happened. I had named her after Julia, and just like with Julia, I wouldn't be able to save her. My baby girl was behind closed doors somewhere, as doctors tried to save her. I numbly held onto Clare as the doctor walked in. "Mr. and Mrs. Goldsworthy? Could you please come with me?"
A/N REVIEW! What happens with the Torres's adopted daughter-to-be? Do they get her or not? Does Fiona get the help she needs? And what about Celia? What's wrong with her? JUST FOUR REVIEWS TO UPDATE!