Life was funny. That was something I’d realized in the last couple of weeks. The day after our trip to Granite Falls, Alison and I had discovered we were on the same page when it came to our foster son, Trevor. Even though he’d been with us for a relatively short time—less than six months—we were in complete agreement; we wanted Trev to be our son.
I’d thought once that I never wanted kids. Yet, here I was, preparing with Alison to broach the subject of adoption with Trevor. So, yes. Life was quite funny.
Alison stood up from the table and started to gather up dishes. “That was good.”
“Yeah,” Trev agreed simply.
I smiled. “Thanks. I’m not my sister, but I get by.”
Without having to be told, Trevor got up and helped Alison with the dishes. Just that simple thing made me so proud. The boy who’d never done a chore in his life before coming to us now got up, without any lip, and helped clean up after dinner. It was, really, a small thing—and getting him to do his other chores was not always so easy—but it was everything, too.
Alison dried her hands after finishing the dishes. “Trev, come on into the living room. We want to talk to you for a bit.”
He shrugged. “Okay.”
The three of us went into the living room. Alison and I sat down on either side of him. Before either of us could say anything, Trevor spoke. “Y’all can just say it. It ain’t like it the first time I been told I’m goin’ somewhere else.”
My eyes flew open in surprise. “Trev, no. We don’t want you to go anywhere.”
Alison shook her head. “Hon, we want you to stay.”
“We don’t want to replace your mom, Trev. We know she was a good woman.” Troubled, yes, but Trev was always quick to defend her. He’d shared lots of stories about her that made it clear that she’d loved him deeply.
“But we love you,” Alison continued for me. “We’d like you to be part of our family.”
He looked between us. “You sayin’ you want to adopt me?”
The both of us nodded. “That doesn’t mean anything has to change,” I assured him. “We don’t expect you to start calling us Mom and Dad or anything.”
He looked between us again. In a small, insecure voice, he said, “Why’d you want me?”
Immediately, without any hesitation, Alison pulled Trevor under her arm. “Because we love you.”
I nodded. “We really want to be your parents.”
His chocolate brown eyes shone as he looked up at me and then Alison. “Okay.”