Drop A Heart (8/28)
Title: Drop A Heart
Author: thefabrosevest (me)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Brendon/Ryan
POV: 3rd
Summary: Kid!Fic
Four years after Brendon first met Ryan, everything seems to be perfect, but then there’s a promise Ryan can’t break.
Disclaimer: Fake!
Author’s Notes: This is the sequel to Crush Me Like A Flower. I always wanted to write a Kid!Fic like that. So here it is. I just hope you like it :)
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Ryan’s POV
After that nothing really happened for a while.
We just lived through the days with the same rhythm over and over again. Most people would say it’s boring but we were just glad that everything was normal for a while.
Sam woke me every morning and after a week I got used to it. Then we ate breakfast and sometimes we visited Brendon at work to do so, but not too often.
After that Sam decided what to do. Sometimes he wanted to go out, maybe visit William. Most of the time we stayed inside though and Sam forced me to play with him. I never thought that I could deal with kids.
Yeah well.
A month and a half passes and we got used to Sam’s presence. I almost forgot that he isn’t going to stay with us forever so it’s a shock when Brendon comes home from work one day and tells me that they found a family Sam should meet.
“Oh”
“We knew this would happen, Ry.”
“Yes, of course. I just forgot.”
He sends me a sad look and goes on.
“The meeting is in one hour.”
“In one hour already?”
“Yes, but we should leave early because I have to find the place first. Some lady called Violet Miller is arranging it. She’s one of Natasha’s friends or something. She works with stuff like that.”
“Okay, I’ll tell Sam.”
Brendon nods and I leave the room quickly.
“Sam?” I ask when I stand in the door already.
“I’m not Sam!” he yells and jumps off his bed and right in front of me.
A blanket is covering him and he raises his arms.
“I’m a ghost! Booh!”
I laugh and retreat into the hall.
“Oh my god! Brendon, there’s a ghost in the house!” I yell happily.
“Is his name Ryan?” Brendon yells back and I roll my eyes.
“No!”
I hear steps and then he appears in the hall and starts to smile.
“Oh, of course. I thought you meant something else.”
“Booh!” Sam yells and runs towards Brendon, who just grabs the blanket and yanks it off him. “Hey, that’s my ghost costume!”
Brendon holds the blanket in the air and Sam starts to jump but he can’t reach it. He turns to look at me and pouts.
“Come on. We’re leaving in a few minutes.” Brendon says and turns to walk into the kitchen again.
“Where are we going?” Sam asks.
“Uhm” I bite my lip. “We are going to meet some people who want to be your new family.”
Sam frowns and tilts his head to the side.
“Why?”
“Because you can’t stay with us forever.”
He blinks a few times.
“Why not?”
I open my mouth but I have no answer.
*
We drove around Vegas for almost an hour before we found the place. Quite annoyed, we get out of the car and walk inside. There’s a small counter and a few people sitting around.
“Hello, we are here to see Violet Miller. It’s because of Sam.” Brendon tells the lady behind the counter.
“Just wait a moment. She should be here any second.” She says
We nod and turn just as a dark-haired woman walks in.
“Sorry, I’m late.” She says and looks at us. “Oh, you have to be Brendon and Ryan. And you are Sam, right?”
We nod and Sam grabs my leg.
“Alright, follow me please.” She says. “Are the Kingsleys already here?”
“Yes” the lady tells her and she nods.
We start walking into a hall and walk through a glass door into an office. A man and a woman are already occupying the two chairs in there.
“Hello, sorry I’m late. I’m Violet Miller.” the woman who led us in here says and we all shake hands.
She sits down behind the desk and opens a file.
“So Sam’s parents died in an accident a bit more than a month ago and now he’s an orphan.” Mrs Miller reads and looks up at the couple sitting in front of her. “What makes you think that you’re the right family for him?”
I feel ignored. Brendon looks at me and shrugs. Slowly we walk further into the room and lean against the wall. Sam is still grabbing my leg a bit too tight.
“Well, we already have one son. He’s going to be eight in a month and so we thought that we could raise another child without problems.” The woman says.
Her hair is bleach-blond and when I look at the amount of make up she’s wearing I want to scream.
“We’re living in a mansion. Sam would have enough space to play.” She goes on.
I just keep glaring at her.
“Yes, I know that.” Mrs Miller says. “What are your jobs if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Oh, my husband is an important lawyer and sometimes he even has to fly away for a while to do his job. I run a fashion label.”
I want to throw a chair right into her face.
“Oh, so you’re going to be away often?”
“From time to time, yes. You know sometimes I have to visit some places to present my fashion. But don’t worry there are two sitters in the house.”
“I think you are getting a wrong picture of our situation here.” Her husband says. “I think children should be raised to be independent. It is good for them to learn that in their young years.”
Mrs Miller observes him for a moment and then nods.
“What?! Are you serious?!” I say loudly and their heads turn to look at me. “He is three years old. He doesn’t have to be independent.”
“Excuse me young man, but this is none of your business. People got different opinions on how to raise a child.” The man says.
“Yes, I know.” I say sarcastically. “And then they just stab their children when they don’t want them anymore.” Couldn’t hold that back.
“Ryan” Brendon hisses.
The three of them are staring at me as if I’m crazy and I just stare back.
“Why is the kid staying with you again?” the woman asks with narrowed eyes.
“Because we found him and we saved him. He trusts us.” I hiss.
“It’s not a good decision to let a child stay with people like them.” The man says to Mrs Miller.
“People like us?” Brendon asks.
“Yes, don’t get me wrong, but Sam could get a different way of thinking because of it.”
“I don’t know what you mean. Please explain it to me.”
“He could start to think that it’s normal.”
“That what is normal?”
“Being homosexual.”
There’s a heavy silence in the room after that.
“So what. Are you saying that gay people aren’t normal?” Brendon asks menacingly.
“Yes”
“Alright, that’s it. Ryan, we’re out of here.”
He crouches down to pick Sam up and grabs my hand.
“No, you are not. I don’t think like that but I do think that it isn’t good for Sam to stay with you.” Mrs Miller says and gets up.
We turn to look at her and Brendon’s grip on my hand tightens.
“Do you want to take him away?” I ask, my voice trembling.
“I’d say that’s for the best.”
“No”
“Put the boy down.”
Brendon hesitates for a moment and looks at Sam who just stares back with big eyes. Then he looks at Mrs Miller again and puts Sam down.
She steps forward to pick him up instead on what he lets out a silent cry.
“It wasn’t a very intelligent idea to give him to you. You are too young to care for a child.”
I look at Brendon who is just staring at the ground.
“You can leave now.”
We still don’t move as she looks at the couple behind her and tells them the same. They get up and rush out of the room.
My gaze locks with Sam’s who looks as if he’s near tears.
“What if he wants to stay with us?” I ask.
Mrs Miller stops in her tracks and stares at me with raised eyebrows but says nothing.
“Actually, we didn’t come here today to lose him.” I go on.
“I’m sorry, but your behavior isn’t good for a child.” She snaps. “I’m going to take him to an orphanage right away, don’t worry. You can go.”
Okay, now I’m starting to panic.
Brendon sighs and pulls on my hand but I don’t move.
“Ry, come on. We can’t do anything.” He whispers.
I don’t even know why this is getting to me like this. Tears start to form in my eyes when we slowly turn towards the door.
Just when Brendon grabs for the doorknob, there’s a squeak behind us, followed by a soft thump. I turn around to see that Sam crashed to the floor but he’s already on his tiny feet again and starts running towards us.
I reach down to pick him up and glare at Mrs Miller.
“That’s enough, put him down.” She says.
“What if I don’t?”
“Then I have to call the security.”
“Oh come on lady. He obviously wants to stay with us. Why are you so heartless?” Brendon snaps.
“I’m not heartless.” She says and sighs.
“Please. He trusts us.”
Her gaze observes me for a while and then she steps right in front of me.
“Sam, do you want to stay with Ryan and Brendon?” she asks.
“Go away!” the boy yells and hides his face in my shoulder. “You are a bad lady.”
“Why do you think I’m a bad lady?”
“You were trying to make me be alone. I don’t like being alone.”
“You wouldn’t have been alone. There are other kids at the orphanage.”
The boy turns in my grip to look at her.
“There are kids without families, right?”
She nods.
“But I have a family.”
Mrs Miller shoots us a look.
“But Brendon and Ryan aren’t your family.” She says.
“Just because it’s not official.” I hiss under my breath and roll my eyes.
“I don’t care! Go away evil lady!” Sam yells.
Mrs Miller looks up at us again.
“I would like to talk to you two for a moment. I’ll get someone to look after Sam.” She sighs.
“No! I want to go home!” Sam looks up at me. “Can we go home?”
“It’ll just be a moment.” I whisper.
“No! The lady is evil and you can’t talk to evil humans. I don’t want to see you cry again.”
I’m melting inside because of how cute this boy is.
“What? You cried? It’s not good for a child to see that.” The evil lady says.
“Excuse me for having feelings!” I hiss.
“We are going to leave now and if you have a problem with that … talk to Natasha.” Brendon says and pulls me out of the room.
We wait a few seconds, but she doesn’t follow us.
“Do you think this was a good idea?” I ask.
“Well, she was an evil lady.” Brendon says with a smile at Sam. “Let’s go home.”
“Home!” Sam yells. “Can I have ice cream? I want ice cream!”
“I don’t know if he should have ice cream again.” Brendon says with a faked thoughtful expression.
“No! Ice cream!” the boy yells.
“Get him ice cream.” I sigh.
“Alright. Ice cream for Sammy.” Brendon laughs.
“Yay!”
Chapter 9