Austin and I haven't officially started planning on adopting yet. First, we needed to get rid of Mrs. Bowie's newborn pups…which was harder than we expected.
Mick, Joan, and Gene are the troublemakers of the group. They would scratch up the couch, take dumps in the kitchen, and fight a lot. Sheila E. and Led were both quiet and gentle. They were actually my favorite since they would shut up. However, Stevie and David Jr. would never shut up.
Anyways we decided to give them to our family members. Led Zepplin went to my mom, Gene Simmons went to my dad, Sheila E. and David Jr. went to Mike and Mimi, Mick Jagger went to our neighbor, Norman, Stevie Nicks went to Charlie, and Joan Jett went to David and Liam.
So Austin and I are planing to adopt a newborn from a mother who wants to give her baby up. In order to get used to a new baby, I decided to invite our neighbor, Michelle and her three month-old son, Logan.
I was sitting on the couch while Austin was holding Logan in his arm note oter couch.
"Michelle, Logan is so cute," I said. "I just wanna pinch her little rosey cheeks."
"Yeah, he is so calm and quiet," added Austin. "I wish Jase was like this."
"Oh, was he very loud?" She asked.
"Yes, he would cry, poop, and vomit on me ever time I held him."
Krishna walked in. Once she saw Logan in Austin's arm, her face turned to a frown.
"Krishna, you wanna meet the baby," I asked.
She stepped toward them with her arm extended toward them. "My daddy," she yelled once she pushed Logan.
We gasped once Logan started crying. I yanked Krishna back as Austin handed the sobbing baby back to Michelle.
I couldn't believe Krishna did that. Why would she do that? I didn't think that she would be protective of Austin.
"Michelle, I am so sorry," I said.
"Oh, it's okay. I know how little kids are. I have to go anyways. Bye."
After she left, I said to Krishna, "Krishna, don't be like that. Don't do that!"
"No baby with Daddy!" She walked away.
"That was—" said Austin.
"Austin, this is serious. How are we gonna bring another baby into the house with Krishna acting like that?"
"Come on, Ally. Remember when we brought Krishna home? Remember how mad Leighton was?"
"Of course I do. Leighton was so jealous and mad that she nearly killed Krishna and kept asking us when we were going to take her back to Mumbai."
"What are we going to do?"
"I don't know. It's just that I've never seen Krishna so protective of you. She can't be like that."
"She needs to just build a bridge and get over."
Krishna's baby problems will have to be put aside for now. We are planning on meeting with some mothers that are heavily pregnant and are giving their babies up for adoption.
First was a kind and bubbly woman named Isabelle. She didn't want to raise her baby alone and thought that it would be best. Austin and I had to get to know her first. It was going really great until I started playing a sad song about giving up her own child. Now she decides to keep it.
Next, we got this gothic teenage girl, Raven. She was only eighteen and still in high school. We got along with her until Rosie came and cursed her out for not keeping the baby by accident. Now Raven is keeping her baby.
God, I hate it. Every time we're about to get a baby, the mother breaks down and decides to keep her baby. Ugh! We better not get another emotional mom because I have had it up to here.
In the kitchen, I started eating a lot. I grabbed a granola bar. Then, I started craving for more food. I got a bag of Doritos, an apple, a burrito, and a pickle.
Austin walked in all surprised. "What the hell are you eating?"
"Everything." I moaned. "Austin, I don't get it. I've been hungry so much. No matter how much I eat, I'm still hungry."
"Is it your time of the month?"
"No, I always start in the middle of the month."
"You've been eating a lot lately, Alls. Are you sure you're alright?"
"I don't know. Trish has dragging me to her gym for the past month. Maybe my metabolism is just going out of wack. I don't care if I gained a few pounds. I'm too thin to be a mom."
"And that's why you're considered as the neighborhood's hot mom."
"I am not the neighborhood hot mom. It's like in high school, they had a stupid club called 'The Secret Hot Girls Club.'"
"Really?"
"Does it look like I'm joking?"
Austin's phone started ringing. He answered it, "Hello? Really? Huh-uh. Yes, thank you so much. Bye."
"What?" I demanded.
"They found us another mom who is due any time now. She wants to meet us in Bartow."
"Really? That's incr—Wait! We can't go! Jase's basketball game is today. We can't miss that."
"Honey, this is a big opportunity. We can always go to his other ones."
"What are we gonna do about the kids?"
"Drop them off at Dez and Rosie."
We got Jase and the girls and drove them to Rosie and Dez's house.
We told the kids of why we were leaving. They were alright with it. We knocked on the door. Dez answered it, "Come on in."
Rosie came up to our kids and gave them each a kiss. "Ay, mi sobrino y sobrinas. My lovely mamasitas!"
"Okay, guys," I said. "Jase has a basketball game at six and you need to drop him off an hour early."
"Don't worry, guys," said Rosie. "Everything will be handled by me since Dez can;t take care of anyone. Not even our own kids."
Austin's phone started ringing. "It's the baby momma."
He answered it, "Hello? Oh, hola. I'm sorry but I don't speak Spanish."
"Dad, give it," said Leighton as he handed it to her. "Hola, como estas? Wait a mintue. Could you please slow down? I have no idea what you're saying. Do you understand the words that are coming out of my mouth?!"
"Give it to Rosie," I said.
Rosie started speaking to the phone lady in Spanish. Finally, she hung up.
"What did they say?" I asked.
"She is in labor now. Nonoe of them speak English."
"Rosie, since Austin and I can't speak Spanish, would you mind coming with us?"
"Really? Of course. Dez, you're gonna have to watch the kids."
"What?" asked Dez. "Rosie, I can't take care all five of these kids."
"It's like our kids except more. Let's just go."
On the four-hour roadtrip, I've been talking about what the baby might look like and what we should name him or her. Rosie has been listening to her Spanish music and lipsyncing them so loud that I can't hear, and Austin had to go to the restroom twice. It was terrible but it will be worth it.
At last, we were at the hospital. My phone started ringing. It was Dez.
"Dez, how did he do?" I asked.
"Jase did awesome. I was so proud of him. He made his first slam dunk and it won the game."
"Really?" My voice cracked. "I'm so happy. Bye."
I can't believe that I missed my son's basketball game. I would've loved to see his slam dunk.
We got to the hospital. A lady walked in.
"Guys, this is Pelar, your baby momma's sister," said Rosie.
"How's the baby?" asked Austin.
"Estoy tan triste. Hemos intentado llamar, pero nada. El bebé está muerto. Murió antes de que ella pudiera incluso ser nacido. Ella ha estado muerta durante dos horas."
Rosie turned back to us and breathed, "I am so sorry, guys. The baby . . . was a stillborn. She died in her mom's stomach. She's been dead for the past two hours and they've been trying to call."
The baby is a stillborn? I can't believe it. Why?!
Rosie, Austin, and I decided to head home. But we stopped by the gas station first.
Once Austin parked the car, I immediately got out and decided to walk out into the open. Austin looked back at Rosie.
"I'll get the gas," said Rosie. "Just go talk to her."
Austin ran after me. My back was turned to him because I didn't want him to see me cry.
"Ally?" He said. "Are you okay?"
"I am done!" I burst out into tears. "Every time . . . Every time we tried to adopt a baby, the stupid mother changes her fuckin' mind and decides to keep her baby! Well here is some helpful advice. How about keep your baby?! When those kids are older, I just wanna to tell them that their own mother tried to give them AWAY!"
"ALLY! Cut it out! You are going crazy!"
"Oh, my god." I whimpered. "I am so sorry, baby. Just that . . ."
Austin yanked me against his chest as I started to cry. "Ally . . ." said Austin. " . . . I'm upset too. I'm furious. I just wanted to give you another kid to make you happy. Every chance we get, we don't get it."
"I'm sorry that I can't give you kids. I blame my Fallopian tubes."
"Ally, look. We already have kids of our own."
"Easy for you to say, Austin. Jase is your son, Krishna and Leighton were adopted under your last name, and I became their mother. None of their mothers wanted them and I decided to be their mother. I may not be their birth mothers, but I am their mom."
"Exactly. Our family is our family. DNA, blood, and genes didn't make us a family. Love made us a real family. You are my wife. Leighton and Krishna are our daughters and Jase is our son."
"Yeah, we are. I'm sorry. That's why I love you. You always make happy endings."
I gently kissed him and pulled back. "Let's go."
"Wait for a few minuttes. I'm gonna get something for my stomach. I think I'm car-sick or something."
During that day, I realized that my family is the true ones I love and care about. We are just one big . . . straight, multi-cultural, insane, traditional family and we will always be one.
By the way, I just discovered two things. It's already the middle of the month. At the gas station, I wasn't actually car-sick. It was only morning sickness from my little unexpected surprise.
I just found that I'm pregnant.