Warning: Mature Content
Lena's POV:
Stef and I are sitting at the kitchen table. We just got off the phone with Jason, Gabriella's social worker. We reported her foster family and told him what had happened. Stef wanted to go with the police officers to check out the house and make the arrest, but I reminded her that being with Gabriella, possibly Ella, would be the most important thing. She eventually agreed, even though I knew it was hard for her. He agreed to give us emergency placement for tonight and will come tomorrow morning to officially let us be her foster parents and sign documents. I am so excited, I just hope Gabriella feels the same way.
"Do you think she will be happy to stay here?" I ask Stef, anxious.
"I think a part of her will be. She may also be scared and have a lot of walls up, but we will work through it. Do you think she would do a DNA test? I mean how do we even handle this?"
"I don't know. One day at a time. Let's just try to get her settled and then deal with the fact that she may literally be our daughter." I say, taking a deep breath. As happy as I am, this feels so overwhelming. Let alone how overwhelming it will be for Gabriella.
Gabriella's POV:
I look down at my work, I love it. Mariana's nails look so good.
"Oh. My. Gosh. These are amazing. I have fall nails! It looks realistic. This is the coolest thing ever!" I can't help but beam at Mariana's compliment, I only did details on two of her nails because it took like an hour just to do the leaf designs. The rest are a forest green and burnt orange. Not super girly so I hope she likes it, but they look incredible.
"Thanks! I love painting, this was fun. It got my mind off of everything."
"Are you nervous where you are going?" Mariana asks me.
"Yeah, I mean how can I not be?"
"You know I was in foster care?" I look up from painting a clear coat on her nails.
"You were?"
"Yes, Jesus and I. We got adopted when we were kids. My mom was a drug addict. We had gone to a few homes before we got here. I got lucky. If I hadn't ended up here, I could still be in foster care." She says, I am listening intently.
"Wow, you are lucky. I am really glad you got out." I honestly mean that too. Even though I feel jealous Mariana found a family so early, I am so grateful she didn't have to suffer in foster care her entire childhood and adolescence. Mariana smiles at me, seeming genuine.
"How come you have two beds in here?" I ask curious.
"Well, Callie and I used to share a room, but then Brandon convinced my mom's to let him move into the garage we just redid, so she moved into his room. But that was only a few weeks ago and then I had my best friend Lexie come to visit from Honduras, so we just left it in here. We haven't moved it out yet.
"Oh got it. You must like having your own room again, huh?"
"Honestly, I kind of miss sharing my room. I got used to having someone in here. It makes it harder to sleep. I will get used to it." I smile, not knowing what to say. I have been scared to sleep every night for the last three months. Well, more honestly. I didn't feel safe in most of my foster homes.
I hear a soft knock on the door and Mariana tells the mysterious person to come in. Stef and Lena enter, smiling down at us.
"What are you ladies up to?" Stef asks, kindly.
"Look at my nails, Gabriella did them!" She shows her moms her nails on her free hand and I can't help but blush.
"Oh my goodness sweetheart, that's amazing. You are so talented!" Lena, I really like her. I just avoid eye contact and look at the hand I still am painting.
"Really sweets," Stef this time, "they are so so good." I like her too.
"Thanks," I mumble embarrassed.
"Well," Stef starts, "we wanted to talk to you about what your social worker said. If you are okay with Mariana being here we can chat now, but if you want to wait, we can chat when you are finished." I am surprised they are giving me a choice. That's nice.
"She can stay." I still haven't looked up. I am so nervous.
"Well, we got approved to be your emergency foster parents, so for tonight, you will stay with us." I look up at Stef who just said this. WHAT?!
"Oh, no, that's okay. I can go somewhere else." I say shaking my head, starting to get stressed out. I don't want to stay here. It is too hard and complicated.
"What, no it will be so fun!" Mariana tries to help. "You can stay in my room with me! It will be like a sleep over." I don't really know what to say so I just shrug.
"Well sweets, we really would love to have you stay with us tonight. Then we can see what happens tomorrow. Jason will be here in the morning." Stef lets me know.
"What about school?" I ask, looking at Lena. She smiles at me warmly.
"I will take you in with me when we are finished, okay?" I just nod.
"Uh thanks," I say uncomfortably. I don't really know how to respond to such a kind gesture.
"Well, that settles that! You are so very welcome honey. Mama and I are going to go make dinner. We will call you guys down when it is time." Mama, huh.
After they shut the door again I look at Mariana. "So, do you call them both Mom? Doesn't it get confusing?" I am genuinely curious.
"Well, Lena is Mama and Stef is Mom. It helps so they know who we are talking about. Brandon has been calling them that since I got here." She says, putting her nails under a little nail dryer.
I get lost in thought and start feeling like I am leaving the bedroom. All of a sudden I am transported back to my three year old self.
"MAMA!" I shout running into the living room. I am looking everywhere for her in the house and can't find her. I get really scared. "MAMA!" I start crying now and I am in the kitchen worried I can't find her. "MAAAAMAAAA!" I am in hysterics when someone comes running down the steps. I look up and she comes running towards me.
"Sweet heart, what's wrong?" Her voice is panicked. It's Lena. She picks me up and hugs me tight as I cry against her for a few minutes trying to calm myself to get to be able to speak. "Mama, I couldn't find you and it was scary." I say sniffling. "I thought you were gone."
"Oh sweetheart, I would never leave you." She says pulling me closer.
"Mama, I got a splinter." I say, crying again, having forgotten. I show her my finger.
"Awh baby, okay, come on, I will help you get it out." She leads me away and I am sitting on the counter. She takes some peroxide she got under the sink and I watch her as her hands pour it on my finger, catching the leftovers in a paper towel. She tells me it's okay, comforting me and trying to calm me down. I watch her hands intently as she takes her fingers and pushes the little sliver of wood out of my finger. It starts to bleed and she takes a bandaid and puts it on. She brings it up to her mouth and gives my finger a kiss. She pulls me into her and I melt against her chest smelling her coconut shampoo.
"Gabriella!"
"Huh?" I look over to the voice saying my name. It's Lena. I just stare at her. Why am I having these visions?
"Are you okay?" She asks worriedly, sitting on Marianas bed. I can't speak. That felt so real. Like it wasn't just a vision. It was from my perspective. I could have sworn that it was a memory. But how?
"Honey, what's wrong?" She asks me. I don't say anything, I just stand up and walk to the bed. I sit down and grab her hands. I must look crazy, but I am so confused. I take her hands and look at them. I remember one of these rings from my vision. I touch it.
"That's my promise ring from Stef." I look up, listening. "Before we could legally get married she gave it to me. It was like our wedding rings at the time." I look back down. These are the same hands in my vision. No memory, that was a memory. I lean in and hug her. Tightly. She embraces me so tightly and comfortingly back, I melt against her. Then I smell it, the same coconut shampoo from my memory. This snaps me out of it as I start realizing what is happening. She must be my mom. She looks like me. I stare at her face. We have the same mouth, hair and skin tone. The similarities are too close. I start to panic. I need to get out of here. This is too much. I pull away from the hug and stand up. It then dawns on me. Why did I not grow up here? She must have not wanted me. She gave me up. Why would she do that? I was three in that memory, so she loved me until then? Why? I must be bad to be given up as a toddler. Why don't I remember much? I start heading towards the door and I hear her voice.
"Woah! What's wrong, where are you going?" I can't run away again, they will just keep finding me. But I want nothing to do with her. I hate her.
"Going to find Mariana." I say coldly and walk out of the room.
Mariana is downstairs eating with everyone else. Ugh, I can't sit at the table with these people. But what about Mariana? Why did they want her and not me? Brandon is Stef's biological son. Why did they keep him and not me? I am lost in thought and Lena sits me down at the table. She dishes me food. Where does Stef fit into this? Is she the blonde woman from my vision? Lena must be my biological mom then, I mean, we look alike. But then I stare at Stef. We have the same color eyes. Her nose kind of looks like mine. And her bone structure, specifically her jaw. She winks at me. I scowl and see her frown at my reaction. I look away, my blood boiling. My thoughts are spinning out of control. I am getting angrier and angrier at the minute. They gave me up. Who is the biological parent? Why wasn't I good enough for them?
Wait a second. They can't be my parents. I am stupid. I am over reacting. I am confused. I have been alone, not gotten enough food or sleep for the last three months. I haven't felt safe in most of my homes. I am so desperate to belong here that I am creating stories and fake memories. That must be it. It has to be. I try to relax but I still feel unsettled. I just look down at my plate as someone "suggests" I eat something. I take little bites and basically am just playing with my food at this point. I feel sick. I am confused. I can't stay here much longer. They are messing with me.
I feel split and torn. I keep spacing out. Part of me really likes them and wants to get close. Part of me wants nothing to do with them and I want to run away. Quickly. Part of me really thinks Stef and Lena are my parents and another part of me is so scared I am going mentally insane for ever thinking it is possible. I have no idea what to do.
Dinner ends quickly. I don't eat much. Mariana can see I am struggling and drags me upstairs. Thank God. We start watching a movie in her room on a computer. I am thankful for the distraction and to not be near everyone.
Lena's POV:
Stef and I are laying on our bed. I am curled up into her. My head on her chest, her arms wrapped around me. I just told Stef what happened with Gabriella. I left her alone. I decided we should just let her be for now. All of the kids retired to their room early. Stef and I already said goodnight to everyone. Gabriella barely acknowledged us.
"I don't know, it was like she was looking at me with realization. I almost wondered if she was truly Ella and remembered me. She looked like she was seeing me. Like she saw me as her Mom. Her eyes held an understanding. And at one point she was just staring at my hands. Analyzing them, like trying to remember. I am not sure. I thought we were about to have a moment. I thought she was about to recognize me, truly. She held on so tight when she hugged me. Then she let go and she was in a state of pure anger. I thought she was going to start yelling at me and asking me questions. Accusing me of things. But she just left and I haven't really talked to her since."
"I am sorry my love. That sounds difficult. I am not sure how to navigate this. But at least she is safe and here. Then tomorrow we will become her foster parents and work through this with her. But, even if she isn't Ella, we can't abandon her."
"I know. I feel the same way. Ella or not I care about her. We will take care of her."
"I am glad we are on the same page," Stef says kissing my forehead.
"I can't believe everyone is going to sleep at 9pm."
"I know. We all seem tired. Are you tired?" She asks. It gets quiet for a second. I can't help it. I slowly roll over so I am on top of Stef. I kiss her. She instantly opens her mouth and I let my tongue slide in. I hear her moan and start rocking my hips. She thrusts up to meet mine.
"Are we horrible?" I whisper "To have sex right now with everything going on? With trying to figure out if our missing daughter is here and a house full of kids?"
"Kids who are all preoccupied or asleep? No. Besides, when do we not have a house full of kids?" She says flipping us over. I can't help but giggle as she starts kissing down my neck. "Unghh, Stef. You feel so good, I have missed you," I whisper wrapping my legs around her.
"I have missed you too baby." I can feel her leaving a mark on my neck. It just makes me moan louder. "Shhhhh" Stef giggles.
"Sorry, it's been way too long." I moan.
"You are telling me." She lifts my shirt over my head and then takes her own off. She lays back on top of me and we both sigh contently at our upper bodies pressed together, no barriers. We have needed this connection.
I roll her back over and feel her smiling as I go to kiss her. "So it's gonna be one of those nights, huh?" She laughs. I look up at her. Sometimes we play this game of who is gonna give pleasure first.
"Well, you could just let me fuck you," I say boldly. Her smile fades and I see her face fill with lust. She loves when I take control. I barely cuss either. Only for her. Sometimes. In this scenario. I kiss my way down her body and give her breasts some much needed attention. Before I know it she is squirming beneath me trying so hard not to moan too loudly. I can't help but bite each nipple gently getting a squeal from her as I start kissing further down her body. She has always had such sensitive nipples and I use it to my advantage.
I kiss her lower stomach and hip bone just where her pajama pants are before I slowly lower her pants and underwear in one sweep. It's been almost a month, I'm too eager. I kiss her inner thighs. Mixing between pecks, licking and biting. I use my nails to scrap my fingers down her upper thighs at the same time. She shivers. I know she is going to start begging soon. I blow right on her clit. I watch as goosebumps appear on her entire body.
"Lena, please. I can't take it anymore. Please." I look up and her eyes are watery. I can't deny her. I lean in and lick up her slit firmly.
"Lena, baby!"
I smile as I love what I do to her. I start giving her opened mouth kisses, licking and nibbling all over. I do this for a few minutes before I find her clit. I start sucking on it hard. I know she is ready and needs this release. So I focus and try to give her as much pleasure as I possibly can.
"Lena, honey, oh my gosh. It feels so good. I'm almost there already." I take three fingers and start rubbing at her entrance. Her hips jerk. I know she wants this. She is so wet. I shove them in kind of hard and her entire lower body lifts.
"Ohh, yes, please." She moans. I can't help but smirk. I start pumping in and out of her as fast as I can, without hurting her. I start sucking on her clit harder. Her hands fly into my hair and she pulls almost too tightly. I start moaning at the sensation. She moans at the vibrations my reaction causes and starts riding my face. I kind of like when she pulls my hair. We have never talked about that but I think she can tell.
I sneak a look up at her face and she is so vulnerable and so lost in pleasure. I know it's only a matter of time. I stop sucking and she groans in frustration. I crawl up her body and lay on top of her.
"Sorry, baby. I wanna see you, I want you to look at me." I say as I keep pumping. I take my thumb and circle her clit as I continue to pump out of her. She starts getting lost in pleasure again and I know she is about to cum.
"Look at me." She opens her eyes and I smile. I kiss her hard, shoving my tongue in her mouth. I pull away cause I feel her starting to clench around my fingers.
"Lena, baby, I love you. Oh... GODDD!" She whisper yells, having an intense orgasm while staring deeply into my eyes.
I keep rubbing her clit slowly to prolong her orgasm as she starts coming down from her high.
"Oh my god, that was incredible. You are incredible." She is all chilled out. Her entire body relaxed as she is laying there with her eyes closed and a smile on her face. I kiss her slowly swirling my tongue in her mouth. She opens her eyes when I pull away. I look at her and slowly remove my fingers from her as she whimpers. I look at her and put my fingers in my mouth sucking them clean. She moans at what she sees.
"You are so fucking hot. So sexy. So beautiful. The love of my life. I love you baby." I love how vulnerable Stef is. Especially after sex when her guard is down so far.
"My turn," she says. Flipping me over as she attacks my chest.
Well, I have never written smut before so hopefully it's not awful. Lol. Let me know what you think. -Stefanina