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It was just after dinner, some soft music playing in the background while Buck was folding clothes on the dining table and Tommy washing the dishes at the sink. It was a rare night that they were both at home since they had both been picking up extra shifts.
In 2 months, they were getting married. Actually getting married, in a proper venue with actual wedding vendors, not in a hospital or a court house. They had spent months picking out their dream venue, a lovely barn-type building near the beach that was covered in fairy lights and had a natural rustic feel to it. That was the plan, at least, if nothing got derailed and no one got hurt. They’d made it this far, however, and Buck was starting to think that maybe the 118 could finally have a normal celebration.
“So, I was thinking,” Tommy says, bringing Buck out of his thoughts. He raises his head to look at his fiancé; he was stood by the sink, the sleeves of his henley pushed up his forearms and yellow rubber gloves on his hands. When they’d first moved in, Tommy hadn’t been so keen on using them, but since the engagement he had hated the idea of taking his ring off, even to wash dishes, so he’d succumbed to the bright yellow monstrosities, much to Buck’s enjoyment.
“That’s dangerous,” Buck teased, “Thinking about what?”
“I thought it might be a good idea to move my easel and painting stuff out of the garage and into the spare room. You know, the garage is getting really cramped.”
Buck hummed. The garage had become a bit of a tight squeeze recently. It was a two car garage and even then it was still meant to have some spare room. Currently it held Tommy’s truck, Buck’s Jeep, the muay thai set up, and Tommy’s art equipment. Backing into the garage was becoming more like a delicate operation than a simple task.
“Maybe… It would be nice to have more walking room in there.” Buck said, looking back down at the laundry, folding another one of Tommy’s shirts. There must have been a look on Buck’ s face because when he looked back at Tommy, the other man was already staring at him with an inquisitive look.
“But?” Tommy prodded.
Buck sighed and put down the shirt that was in his hands. They’d had the conversation about kids before, but never in such a serious way, and not since they’d moved into this house together. Truthfully, the house was perfect; it had 4 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, and a large yard. It was perfect for expanding their family. Currently, only one bedroom was actually empty- one had become a home office for Tommy, who had taken on more teaching hours, and the other was a spare room for any guests, namely Chris or Eddie.
“But,” Buck began, “I was thinking we could maybe turn the spare room into a nursery after the wedding.”
As soon as the last word left his mouth, Buck jumped from the loud crash that came from the sink. Tommy swore quietly under his breath as he lifted the plate he had dropped out of the water and examined it for cracks. Buck stared at Tommy waiting for him to turn his head and look back at Buck, but he never did.
“A nursery?” Tommy asked, his tone flat. Buck stood for a second, just looking at Tommy. His head was down, and he was focusing intently on the remaining dishes in the sink, determined to not look back at Buck. He knitted his eyebrows together, leaning his arm on the table as he abandoned the laundry folding.
“Yeah? I-I mean we’ve discussed this before and I thought after the wedding would be a perfect time to start the process, you know?” There was a knot forming in Buck’s stomach. The last time he’d felt like this was the day he’d asked Tommy to move in with him almost 2 years ago. Tommy always made him feel safe and supported, the opposite of the feeling of the nerves currently rising from his stomach to his chest.
When Tommy didn’t reply, Buck moved slowly to stand beside him. Tommy’s hands were moving fast under the water, scrubbing furiously at the pan in his hand. Buck leant close to him and saw a panicked look on his face, eyes focused on the sink, brows pulled together slightly, and lips pursed.
“Tommy?” Buck asked, tilting his head as he tried to get a better look at Tommy’s face. He was still staring down, refusing to lift his head to look at Buck. “Are you not going to- are you ignoring me?”
Tommy’s eyes closed momentarily and he let out a shaky breath, and Buck paused as he waited for Tommy to say something, but after a moment had passed, Tommy dropped his shoulders and continued with washing the dishes only slightly less harsh than he had been before. The panicked look on his face still remained, avoiding looking back at Buck.
After another minute, Tommy still hadn’t looked at him and the expression on his face hadn’t changed; he was still staring into the sink with a panicked and nervous look. Buck was struggling to stifle the anxiety inside of him and the pit that was opening in his stomach. He swallowed harshly and moved back from Tommy, wringing his hands together. He walked up the stairs and into their bedroom, grabbing his work bag from the end of the bed. If Tommy was going to ignore him, especially now, especially about such a serious topic, especially so close to the wedding, then Buck needed a few days to figure out what was going on. On his own. It might be dramatic, Buck knew that, but he'd been dealing with so much already. They'd only been engaged for six months, not wanting an overly long engagement, so the last several months had been spent deciding on colour schemes, fabric patterns, outfits, vendors... His stress levels had peaked multiple times, but not once had Tommy ever shut him out or looked panicked. If Tommy was panicking now, that meant Buck needed to panic.
So, instead of allowing himself to panic, he was going to take a few days to give them both some space to breath, think, and get their thoughts in order.
He grabbed a couple changes of clothes and shoved them into his bag haphazardly, only just managing to zip up the bag before he snatched it back up off the bed and went back downstairs. He dropped his bag by the door and began putting his shoes on when he heard Tommy’s voice coming from the lounge. He moved quietly towards the lounge and stood behind the door, hoping to hear who he was talking to.
He pressed his ear against the door, hoping his weight wouldn’t push it open. Much to his chagrin, he could only hear mumbles coming from the other room. It seemed like Tommy was trying to keep his voice down. Buck hung his head, ready to move away from the door when he finally heard Tommy’s voice speaking in a hushed tone.
“No, he doesn’t know…” There was a pause, “I know, I know I need to tell him."
The pit in Buck’s stomach was opening wider. Two months out from the wedding, and Tommy was hiding something from him? Tommy was hiding something about their future from him. The anxiety in Buck's chest was now flaring, and this is what he wanted to avoid. Buck huffed and turned away from the door, heading back to the front door where he left his bag, quickly dipping into the office to grab the post-it notes from Tommy’s desk.
He ripped a post-it note off the pile and quickly wrote down “Going to Eddie’s.” before sticking it to the kitchen counter, grabbing his bag and car keys, and walking out the front door. His hands were shaking as he opened the passenger door of the Jeep and threw his bag onto the seat. As he rounded the car, he took a second to look back at the house and saw Tommy’s silhouette through the main window. The man was pacing, still with his phone pressed to his ear, none the wiser that Buck was no longer in the house.
He exhaled a shaky breath and got in the Jeep, willing his hands to stop shaking long enough to get him to Eddie’s safely.
--
By the time he pulled into Eddie’s driveway, Eddie was already waiting outside the front door for him. He put the Jeep into park before yanking the bag out of the passenger seat and making his way to Eddie.
“Did Tommy call you?” He huffed, coming to stand opposite Eddie. His best friend was wearing sweatpants, a tank top, and was currently looking at him with his arms crossed and a face usually reversed for Chris when he was throwing a tantrum.
“He did.” Eddie replied, not moving from his stance, “but he didn’t tell me why you left.”
Buck huffed again, moving past Eddie to enter the house. He threw his bag on the ground next to the sofa before flopping down and grabbing a pillow.
“That’s probably because I didn’t tell him.” Buck snorted, holding the pillow against his chest. Eddie closed the door behind him and sat down on the table opposite Buck. He stared at him for a minute before Buck looked away, staring down at his hands instead. A minute in silence passed before Eddie spoke up again.
“Is it something about the wedding? Because I thought you guys had most of that sorted already?...” Eddie asked, leaning forward with his elbows on his thighs. Eddie was well aware of the stress the wedding planning had been causing Buck. No amount of clipboard organisation could quell the anxiety about the wedding for Buck. He had leant on Eddie a lot these past few months, asking his best friend for both distraction and to be a neutral party and voice of reason.
Buck shook his head and let out a dry laugh. His eyes suddenly felt wet, the anxiety inside him making itself openly known.
“No, no, it’s nothing to do with the wedding,” Buck said as he turned to look back at Eddie, giving him a small smile as he sniffed. The only thing that could make this worse, he thought, is crying about it. Maybe he should’ve stayed and pressed Tommy, tried to continue the conversation, but Tommy had instantly put up this brick wall between them. They had always had a completely open line of communication, there was nothing they couldn’t talk to each other about. Until now.
“Then what happened, Buck? I thought you guys were having a quiet night in before Tommy goes on shift on tomorrow.” Eddie’s voice was gentler this time, begging to not disturb the tears on Buck’s waterline.
Buck took a deep breath as he blinked, trying to clear his eyes.
“He suggested bringing his art equipment into the spare room.” He said, finally looking back at Eddie. Eddie’s face was blank, waiting for Buck to continue. When Buck just kept staring back at him, Eddie pressed again.
“And you’ve developed a fear of art studios?” Eddie quizzed, a smirk pulling at his lips.
Buck let out a frustrated groan; he had talked to Eddie about his plans for the spare room, about creating a mural on the wall for the baby, creating a gorgeous nursery and building a crib. About wanting to expand his and Tommy’s family, and Eddie wasn’t getting it.
“Eddie, no!” Buck groaned, letting his head fall back against the couch. “He wants to turn the spare room into an art studio. The spare room.” He said slowly, moving his head again to look Eddie in the eyes.
It took a few seconds before Eddie realised what he was talking about. A smile made its way onto Eddie’s face, beginning to anger Buck that his best friend was being so casual about this.
“This is about the nursery?” Eddie laughed.
Buck pulled his eyebrows together in confusion. He was getting tired of no one understanding the severity of the nursery. Both Eddie and Tommy had brushed it off, and Buck didn’t understand why.
“Yes, it’s about the nursery!” Buck yelled and stood up, tossing the pillow to the side. Eddie quickly shushed him and gestured down the hall to Christophers room. Right. Christopher was home. “I brought up the idea of the nursery, he almost broke a plate, and then he started ignoring me.”
Eddie hung his head as his shoulders began to shake.
“I don’t know what’s funny about this Eddie.” Buck spat out through gritted teeth. First, Tommy ignored him, and now Eddie was laughing at him. “Tommy basically told me kids are never going to happen, and you’re sat here laughing at me.”
Eddie stopped laughing then as he took in the look on Buck’s face. He must’ve looked devastated because Eddie stood up and put his hand on his shoulder.
“Did he say those actual words to you, Buck?” Eddie asked, looking into Buck’s eyes.
Buck just groaned and sat back down on the couch again.
“Okay, we’re sitting back down,” grunted Eddie as he sat opposite him on the table again. Buck glared at him, but Eddie continued, “Buck, I think you’ve got the wrong idea here…”
“No… No, I don’t. Look, I just need a couple days to clear my head.” Buck said, his eyes once again shining. Eddie sighed and smiled softly at him, nodding his head. He stood up, wincing as his knees cracked at the movement, and fetched a blanket for Buck.
“You’re more than welcome to stay here for as long as you need. But you can’t avoid Tommy forever, Buck. You’re getting married in two months… And I don’t know how your fiancé would feel about you living with another man.” Eddie shoved Buck’s shoulder lightly in jest, bringing a small smile to Buck’s face.
Buck just smiled back at Eddie, finding the lump in his throat too big to allow him to speak. This whole situation was very frustrating to him. It felt like no one understood that the nursery wasn’t just a room, it was what it represented. A nursery meant children, it meant a baby. It meant their own baby. Buck had always wanted children, and he and Tommy had definitely spoken about this before; they’d spoken at length about the future they wanted together. Why were things changing now?
“It’s late, so I’m going to go to bed.” Eddie spoke softly, moving towards the hallway, “but Buck?”
Buck looked back at Eddie as he was taking his shoes off and moving the blanket to cover his legs.
“Don’t let this fester. Talk to Tommy.”
With that, Eddie turned the light off and walked down the hallway to his bedroom. Once Buck heard the door click closed, he rested his head on the pillow and pulled the blanket up to his shoulders. He was two months away from his wedding and sleeping on his best friends couch. Fantastic.
--
It all came to a head two days later. Two nights Buck had been sleeping on Eddie’s couch and, while Christopher loved having Buck around so much, Eddie was getting worried.
Christopher was sat in his bedroom doing homework, Buck and Eddie on the couch watching some baking show that neither of them were paying much attention to, when Eddie finally spoke up.
“Have you spoken to Tommy yet?” He asked, looking across to Buck.
Buck met his eyes briefly before hanging his head, looking down at his hands. He hadn’t. Truthfully, Buck didn’t know what to say to his fiancé. He didn’t want to risk Tommy putting that wall up again, and he didn’t want to broach the conversation when he had a good assumption of how it might turn out.
“No, I haven’t.” Buck said blankly. He turned his head back to the TV, aware that Eddie was still looking at him. With a groan, he leant forward to grab the remote, flicking the TV on mute, and shifting his body to look at Eddie head on.
“You really need to talk to him, Buck. You don’t know…”
“You’re right, I don’t know!” Buck interrupted, “But what I do know is that it’s felt a little bit like my world has been shaken and I need more time. I brought up kids and he completely ignored me, Eddie. I don’t know what to do with that.”
His voice cracked at the end, so he cleared his throat and glanced across to the TV. Some contestant was frantically trying to put the icing on their cake and failing miserably as the timer on the screen reached 0:00.
Eddie opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Buck’s phone pinged with a text. He picked it up and looked at the screen, frowning slightly when he saw it was Tommy.
“Is that Tommy now?” Eddie asked. Buck just nodded before leaning back against the couch cushions and opening the chat.
Tommy: Does the 118 have a baby safe haven box?
What? Buck’s eyebrows furrowed as he re-read Tommy’s text. Was this even meant for him?
Buck: Yes?
Buck: And I know Harbor does too.
It was only a moment before another text from Tommy came through.
Tommy: We had a baby left with us last week.
Buck rolled his eyes. He didn’t know where this conversation was going, but it felt awfully unfair for Tommy to bring it up given their recent argument.
Buck: Great. And you already know how to handle it.
He hit send and locked his phone, throwing it back onto the table. When he looked back at Eddie, he was already looking at him with an incredulous look on his face.
“Tommy texted to say they’d had a safe haven baby left with them.” Buck scoffed. Eddie’s expression didn’t change.
“And?...” Eddie prompted, leaning forward slightly.
“And I told him he knew how to deal with a safe haven baby and didn’t need my help.”
Eddie groaned loudly, throwing his head back to stare at the ceiling. Buck looked at him confused. Surely he wasn’t that annoying as a housemate, he’d stayed on Eddie’s couch before and he had never seemed so eager to get rid of him.
Before Buck could continue his train of thought, Eddie yelled out to Christopher.
“Christopher, will you be okay on your own for an hour while Buck and I go out?” He yelled, lifting his head and moving to put on his shoes. Buck followed his movements, confused. Eddie hadn’t told him anything about going anywhere.
“I’ll be fine!” Christopher yelled back, not even coming out of his room.
Eddie gestured for Buck to get up too and put his shoes on. Buck slowly moved towards the door and pulled his shoes on, watching as Eddie grabbed both their phones and car keys. He opened the door to go out as Christopher yelled again.
“Good luck, Buck!”
Good luck for what? He opened his mouth to yell back but was swiftly pushed out the door and towards Eddie’s truck by Eddie.
“Just get in the truck, Buck.” Eddie said, moving to get into the drivers seat. What the hell was going on?
--
When Eddie’s truck pulled up to Buck and Tommy’s house, Buck already knew what he was going to say, and apparently so did Eddie.
“I don’t care if you’re not ready to talk to him.” Eddie said sternly, pointing a finger at his chest, “You are going to walk in there and figure this out.”
Buck went to protest but Eddie was already undoing his seatbelt for him and pushing him to get out of the car.
“What- Eddie?!” Buck yelped as the passenger door closed behind him and Eddie’s truck sped back out of the driveway. He watched helplessly as Eddie drove away without looking back.
In the daylight, Buck couldn’t see any silhouettes in the window. He knew Tommy was home though from the kitchen light reflecting off the window and the slightly open garage door. Maybe he needed to get it over and done with, bite the bullet. Have the awkward conversation and let it happen.
He moved slowly towards the front door, finding it unlocked, and then opened it softly. There was no noise from within the house, only the soft hum of the TV from the lounge. He slipped his shoes off by the front door and moved towards the lounge door when Tommy opened it instead and stepped out.
He stood frozen, feeling a little bit like he’d been caught sneaking back in by his parents.
“Evan, you’re here.” Tommy spoke softly, smiling at him.
Buck had half expected Tommy to be somewhat mad at him. He had walked out of the house after an argument after all and had been dodging his texts for two days. But Tommy was here, smiling at him, not a hint of anger in sight. Seeing Tommy smiling in front of him almost made him forget that he was angry.
“Yeah, well, Eddie basically kidnapped me and brought me back, so.” Buck grumbled. The smile on Tommy’s face faltered and he stepped towards Buck. Buck put his hand up in front of him, silently telling Tommy to not come any closer.
“I know we need to talk about what happened, but I think there’s something I should show you first.” Tommy spoke gently. But looked at him confused. There was a twinkle in Tommy’s eye, one he had never seen before and couldn’t place.
“Look, if you want to show me the art studio in the spare room then I’m really not interested.” Buck groaned, going to turn back around and towards the kitchen.
Before he could move more than a couple paces, Tommy’s hand brushed against his arm, causing him to stop in his tracks.
“Evan, it’s not an art studio,” Tommy breathed out, “Its-“
Tommy’s sentenced was interrupted by a loud wailing. Buck kept his gaze focused on Tommy’s face and the smile that hadn’t slipped at the wailing. The wailing. What was wailing? It didn’t sound like their cat or their dog, it sound like a-
Buck pushed past Tommy and walked into the lounge, where, in the middle of the room, sat a moses basket. Buck stood frozen in his spot just a couple feet away from the basket, his eyes locked onto it. He felt Tommy appear behind him and his hand came to rest on his waist.
“Tommy?” Buck breathed out, gaze still captured by the basket.
“Harbor had a safe haven baby drop off a few days ago.” Tommy started, his thumb beginning to rub softly against Buck’s side, “The mother never came back within 72 hours.”
Buck’s breathing was getting heavier as he saw a tiny foot kick out of the basket. There was a baby in there. There was a baby in the moses basket in their living room. The wailing had stopped, but there was now a ringing in Buck’s ears as he took in the view in front of him.
“But why is the baby here?” Buck asked, voice shaky. He blinked a couple times, making sure he wasn’t hallucinating.
Tommy sighed before responding, moving so he was stood at Buck’s side. He moved his hand to touch Buck’s jaw, gently moving his head so Buck could see him.
“Before the baby was dropped off, I was talking to a social worker. About getting us a foster license.” Tommy said. His hand moved to hold Buck’s face, his thumb now caressing his cheek softly as Buck’s eyes bore into Tommy’s.
“She was going to get the paperwork started for us, go the normal route. It was going to take a while… It probably wouldn’t have been done till a couple months after the wedding. I’d only just spoken to her a couple weeks ago, we didn’t even have an official appointment yet, so I was waiting to tell you…”
Buck’s breath hitched. Tommy did want to expand their family. Tommy was already taking the steps to expand their family. However, it didn’t explain the argument the other night.
“But what about…” Buck started, but paused when Tommy shook his head.
“That was the day after the safe haven drop. When the social care worker came to pick her up from Harbor…” Tommy paused and exhaled before continuing, “It was the same social worker. She asked if we wanted to apply for emergency placement.”
“But why didn’t you just tell me that?” Buck pleaded, his eyes fogging with tears once again. He felt like he’d been through the wringer twice now, there were so many emotions swirling inside of him.
“I’m sorry, Evan. Honestly? I panicked a little.” Tommy admitted, dropping his head slightly in shame.
“You never panic.” Buck muttered, following his eyes.
“But I panicked about this… The emergency placement wasn’t approved yet. I’d spoken to Eddie about quickly putting together a nursery in case it did get approved, as a surprise for you-“
“Wait,” Buck interrupted, “Eddie knew?!”
That’s why Eddie had been acting to blasé about the situation. He knew the truth. He knew what Tommy had been planning.
“Eddie knew. And I thought he’d let it slip to you. It was too convenient, you bringing up the nursery right as I was trying to get an emergency foster placement.” Tommy chuckled.
“I still don’t understand why you didn’t tell me.” Buck’s voice cracked and Tommy swiftly pulled him into a hug, letting Buck’s head rest on his shoulder as Tommy held both his arms around his back.
“We’ve both been working so much, and I didn’t want to get your hopes up,” Tommy admitted, “I know how much you want a baby, how much we want a baby. And honestly, I was going to tell you the second I knew… I just didn’t want to put any more stress on you if it didn’t work out.”
Buck pulled back slightly to look into Tommy’s eyes, which were now also glistening with unshed tears.
“I’m really sorry for how I reacted, Evan.” Tommy’s voice dropped into a whisper, “I should’ve handled it better and I’m sorry. It was just so important and I wanted it to be a surprise and-“
Buck cut Tommy off by lunging forward and capturing his lips in a kiss. Tommy faltered for a second before he returned the kiss, bringing his other hand up so he was holding Buck’s head in both his hands. After a short minute, Buck was the first to pull back.
“Let me get this straight,” Buck started, looking into Tommy’s eyes, “You started talking to a social worker about getting a foster license.”
Tommy nodded.
“Then a safe haven baby was dropped off at Harbor and you applied for emergency placement.”
Tommy hummed.
“You asked Eddie for help putting together a last-minute nursery as a surprise for me.”
Tommy nodded again.
“Before that could happen, I burst in asking about a nursery, and you panicked thinking your surprise had been ruined.”
Another nod.
“And now there’s a baby in our living room.”
Tommy’s grin spread across his face as he nodded.
“There’s a baby in our living room, Evan.”
A laugh burst out of Buck and he began to smile as he took in the situation. He wouldn’t believe the situation if he couldn’t see the baby in front of him. There was a baby in his living room. A baby that Tommy had got them an emergency foster placement for. A baby that Eddie knew about.
“I’m going to kill Eddie.” Buck gasped out through his laughter, “He let me sleep on his couch for two days, sulking, and he knew the whole time!”
“The social worker dropped her off a couple of hours ago. Emergency placement approved. She’ll be back tomorrow to meet with us both.” Tommy grinned at Buck, leaning forward to give him a kiss on his forehead.
Buck closed his eyes and let himself just breathe for a moment. All the catastrophising he had done for the past two days was for nothing; he had completely misunderstood the situation. If he had just stayed and talked with Tommy, he might not have got himself so worked up over a misunderstanding.
“Go meet your daughter.” Tommy suddenly muttered in his ear.
Buck’s gaze snapped to Tommy’s and saw tears in his fiancé’s eyes. His daughter. Their daughter.
He nodded and moved towards the moses basket again. The baby inside was only a few days old, definitely no older than 2 weeks. She was dressed in a soft pink onesie with little white hearts sprinkled across it. She had her eyes open and was staring up at the ceiling, her little arms moving at her side.
Buck glanced back at Tommy who was staring at him with the most loving expression Buck had grown used to seeing. Buck smiled back at him before reaching into the basket to pick the baby up. She fussed for a moment before settling into his arms, her eyes taking a minute to find his. With the hand not supporting her head, he reached to her hand and watched in awe as her tiny hand grasped one of his fingers.
“She’s our daughter.” Buck choked out through the tears that were now falling steadily down his face. He could feel his heart almost beating out of his chest with love. This was the first time he’d ever held her and he already knew how much he loved her. How much she was meant to belong with them.
While he kept staring down at her, Tommy moved to stand behind him, moving one of his arms to cradle Buck’s where it held their daughters head, and his other hand coming to rest around Buck’s waist.
“What’s her name?” Buck suddenly asked, twisting his neck to look at Tommy. Tommy just smiled.
“We get to choose. Social worker said she’d go with what name we chose.” He spoke softly.
“What?” Buck asked, disbelieving, “How do we get to choose?”
For safe haven babies, when they were given a name, it was usually chosen by the state, never by the foster parents. It didn't seem fair, for someone who didn't know or care for the baby to pick their name. But picking their name was such an intimate act, an act that often led to attachment.
“Our regular foster application is still going ahead… So, after a year, we can adopt her.” Tommy whispered, now softly stroking the head of the little girl.
“Really?” Buck whispered back, more tears filling his eyes as he focused his gaze again on the little girl in his arms.
“Really.” Tommy assured him, “She’s not going anywhere”.
--
It was almost a year to the day when Buck and Tommy, and their little girl, stood in front of the family court judge as he granted her adoption.
The week following her arrival into their lives, the rest of the 118 had come by to meet the little girl and help put together a nursery for her. Her room had one soft pink wall with cloud decals circling the room, a rocking chair in one corner, and more toys than any child could need.
Buck got endlessly teased by Eddie for being so dramatic about the miscommunication with Tommy. Of course, Eddie had to stop the teasing lest his uncle privileges be revoked.
It was a hard adjustment going from just Buck, Tommy, and their pets, to having a newborn baby in their house. Everything changed overnight, from having new work schedules, to figuring out sleep schedules and feeding schedules. Their cat was the most disturbed, with a new baby now taking up most of the attention.
But it was all worth it as they stood in front of that judge as he announced,
“It is with great pleasure that I approve the adoption of Felicity Harper Kinard,” and Buck and Tommy were free to take their little girl home forever.