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muserevival2016-05-31 01:52 pm
rosetattoo) wrote in muserevival2016-05-31 01:52 pm
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121.2. Quote
"Always kiss your children goodnight, even if they're already asleep." - H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
The decision to adopt a child was a heavy one. It was a multifaceted bunch of emotions that you had to work through, especially if the reason was because you were no longer able to have children of your own. Cancer had left Rose needing a total hysterectomy, and so quickly that she never had time to realise the long-term impact. She and Angel had a two year old daughter who was their whole world, but as soon as they realised they couldn't have anymore of their own, it hit Rose that she wasn't done evolving their little family.
Maybe it was selfish of her to want another when they already had one of the most beautiful little girls gifted to them. She hadn't been planned, but she also hadn't been unwanted. Rose was still going through chemotherapy, and wanting another child kept churning over and over in her mind. It was only just the start of that thought process when they were suddenly faced with taking a child in with no notice whatsoever. Rosie had come to think of it as kismet. She believed in things like kismet, fate, soul mates, guardian angels. She had to. Some days, it was the only way she had been able to push through the pain.
Just weeks ago, little Rylan, only a couple of weeks past his third birthday, wanted for nothing. He never had a father, but he never needed one. His mom was wonderful, had an amazing job, took care of her little boy like the sunshine of her life that he was. She had a lot of friends, but her only other close relative in their life was Rylan's grandma. He was born and raised in London, and his mommy was excited to take him to Disneyland when he was old enough to appreciate the joy and fun because his favourite movie was 101 Dalmatians. Angel, Rose's rockstar husband, knew Rylan's mom because she was his European PR Manager. They had a wonderful working relationship. She had handled all his European publicity for his world tour he was on just before he met Rose.
And then it was all gone. Rylan's mommy and grandma were both killed in a terrible car crash just weeks ago, and Rylan had no one, left to be put in foster care. He went from having everything, to having nothing. Angel hadn't been able to just walk away. They had only just begun talking about the idea of future adoption or surrogacy. Adoption had taken the cake, but that was as far as they got. With Rose still ill and battling through chemo, all that had only been a maybe, might, sometime in the distant future. Not now. But no one chose to take the life of a beautiful little boy's mommy and grandma.
Angel had never been the sort to really use his celebrity status for his own gain. For charity, yes, but he forged his own way with everything and didn't objectify it. Until now. At least, it was only technical objectification. What it got was a fast-tracked adoption application, proof supplied immediately that he and Rose had plenty of cash, a beautiful New York apartment, a happy, healthy baby girl of their own, many friends and family for support... to Rylan's caseworker, it was a dream come true.
But this wasn't a Disney movie. The little boy had been in the car when it crashed, but escaped with nothing more than a bump to the head and a bruise on his chest from the carseat restraint. Angel was a daddy, and one of the best in the business. As soon as he heard, he couldn't just turn a blind eye. Rose might be fighting cancer, but they had a great life. They were privileged and appreciated every tiny little part of it. Most of all, they had a lot of love to give. It wasn't the time they planned for this, but life worked in mysterious ways. Maybe it was just meant to be.
Angel had travelled to London to finalise the paperwork and collect Rylan to bring him back to his new life in New York. The immigration process took longer than they hoped and he was held in foster care until it could be plowed through all the red tape. As much as Rose wanted to be there to support Angel and be a team when Rylan first met them, she wasn't allowed to travel because of a compromised immune system with the chemo. Everything about this was hard, but the hardest part of all was how distressed the little boy was to be uprooted from all he knew to strange people in a strange place. Adoption really wasn't the fairy tale it could seem on the face of it. All those glossy brochures with sunshine and smiling parents with their new smiling child on the front... it was bullshit.
Angel hadn't slept in three days, and being a sufferer of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, he was nearly keeling over by the time he arrived home from the airport with the little boy. Rose too over immediately. It was her turn now. But even that wasn't easy. Rylan just wanted to cry. Nothing else, just cry. No eating, no sleeping, no bathing, no changing clothes. Rose just played it by ear, as exhausting as it was. She had never been a believer it letting a baby cry it out. He was a toddler, so she still felt the same, but for awhile, she just sat there on the sofa while he sat on the floor at her feet bawling.
Somewhere in the middle of feeling absolutely helpless and useless, questioning their decisions, wondering if this was all a terrible idea... she soon felt a little hand fold into hers. Rylan was looking up at her with big tear-filled green eyes out from under a mess of damp ginger hair plastered to his forehead because he was sweating from the exertion from the crying. That was all it took. He let Rose lift him up into her lap, and she swaddled him up in her arms in a cosy momma bear hug she always had for Daisy when she was sad. She brushed his hair back from his face and kissed the top of his little head. Then she just rocked him in her arms and started to sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star to him softly and calmly.
Maybe one of those powers that be that she believed in stepped in and gave her a helping hand here, but Rylan was soon asleep in her arms when the clock was ticking over to midnight. He felt warm in her arms just like a little daughter did, but he was a little bigger. His hand was still tucked into hers as he slept, and Rose found herself just watching him. She was taking in every little detail of his face, the sweet way he was sucking on his lower lip while he slept. The little button nose, the long eyelashes. Every thread of maternal instinct in her was desperately yearning to comfort him and care for him.
Shifting, she carefully managed to lie down in the sofa with some cushions behind her to settle in for the long haul. Rylan was still nestle in against her chest, now sleeping with his head tucked into her shoulder. It was hard to believe this tiny little stranger was now legally her adopted son. It was the first steps on what would be a long and winding road dealing with his trauma and adjustment to a new life, but she knew as she lay there watching him sleep, she already loved him just as much as if she gave birth to him herself, in a way she was yet to understand.
Rose Shaw
~ original character ~
The decision to adopt a child was a heavy one. It was a multifaceted bunch of emotions that you had to work through, especially if the reason was because you were no longer able to have children of your own. Cancer had left Rose needing a total hysterectomy, and so quickly that she never had time to realise the long-term impact. She and Angel had a two year old daughter who was their whole world, but as soon as they realised they couldn't have anymore of their own, it hit Rose that she wasn't done evolving their little family.
Maybe it was selfish of her to want another when they already had one of the most beautiful little girls gifted to them. She hadn't been planned, but she also hadn't been unwanted. Rose was still going through chemotherapy, and wanting another child kept churning over and over in her mind. It was only just the start of that thought process when they were suddenly faced with taking a child in with no notice whatsoever. Rosie had come to think of it as kismet. She believed in things like kismet, fate, soul mates, guardian angels. She had to. Some days, it was the only way she had been able to push through the pain.
Just weeks ago, little Rylan, only a couple of weeks past his third birthday, wanted for nothing. He never had a father, but he never needed one. His mom was wonderful, had an amazing job, took care of her little boy like the sunshine of her life that he was. She had a lot of friends, but her only other close relative in their life was Rylan's grandma. He was born and raised in London, and his mommy was excited to take him to Disneyland when he was old enough to appreciate the joy and fun because his favourite movie was 101 Dalmatians. Angel, Rose's rockstar husband, knew Rylan's mom because she was his European PR Manager. They had a wonderful working relationship. She had handled all his European publicity for his world tour he was on just before he met Rose.
And then it was all gone. Rylan's mommy and grandma were both killed in a terrible car crash just weeks ago, and Rylan had no one, left to be put in foster care. He went from having everything, to having nothing. Angel hadn't been able to just walk away. They had only just begun talking about the idea of future adoption or surrogacy. Adoption had taken the cake, but that was as far as they got. With Rose still ill and battling through chemo, all that had only been a maybe, might, sometime in the distant future. Not now. But no one chose to take the life of a beautiful little boy's mommy and grandma.
Angel had never been the sort to really use his celebrity status for his own gain. For charity, yes, but he forged his own way with everything and didn't objectify it. Until now. At least, it was only technical objectification. What it got was a fast-tracked adoption application, proof supplied immediately that he and Rose had plenty of cash, a beautiful New York apartment, a happy, healthy baby girl of their own, many friends and family for support... to Rylan's caseworker, it was a dream come true.
But this wasn't a Disney movie. The little boy had been in the car when it crashed, but escaped with nothing more than a bump to the head and a bruise on his chest from the carseat restraint. Angel was a daddy, and one of the best in the business. As soon as he heard, he couldn't just turn a blind eye. Rose might be fighting cancer, but they had a great life. They were privileged and appreciated every tiny little part of it. Most of all, they had a lot of love to give. It wasn't the time they planned for this, but life worked in mysterious ways. Maybe it was just meant to be.
Angel had travelled to London to finalise the paperwork and collect Rylan to bring him back to his new life in New York. The immigration process took longer than they hoped and he was held in foster care until it could be plowed through all the red tape. As much as Rose wanted to be there to support Angel and be a team when Rylan first met them, she wasn't allowed to travel because of a compromised immune system with the chemo. Everything about this was hard, but the hardest part of all was how distressed the little boy was to be uprooted from all he knew to strange people in a strange place. Adoption really wasn't the fairy tale it could seem on the face of it. All those glossy brochures with sunshine and smiling parents with their new smiling child on the front... it was bullshit.
Angel hadn't slept in three days, and being a sufferer of Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, he was nearly keeling over by the time he arrived home from the airport with the little boy. Rose too over immediately. It was her turn now. But even that wasn't easy. Rylan just wanted to cry. Nothing else, just cry. No eating, no sleeping, no bathing, no changing clothes. Rose just played it by ear, as exhausting as it was. She had never been a believer it letting a baby cry it out. He was a toddler, so she still felt the same, but for awhile, she just sat there on the sofa while he sat on the floor at her feet bawling.
Somewhere in the middle of feeling absolutely helpless and useless, questioning their decisions, wondering if this was all a terrible idea... she soon felt a little hand fold into hers. Rylan was looking up at her with big tear-filled green eyes out from under a mess of damp ginger hair plastered to his forehead because he was sweating from the exertion from the crying. That was all it took. He let Rose lift him up into her lap, and she swaddled him up in her arms in a cosy momma bear hug she always had for Daisy when she was sad. She brushed his hair back from his face and kissed the top of his little head. Then she just rocked him in her arms and started to sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star to him softly and calmly.
Maybe one of those powers that be that she believed in stepped in and gave her a helping hand here, but Rylan was soon asleep in her arms when the clock was ticking over to midnight. He felt warm in her arms just like a little daughter did, but he was a little bigger. His hand was still tucked into hers as he slept, and Rose found herself just watching him. She was taking in every little detail of his face, the sweet way he was sucking on his lower lip while he slept. The little button nose, the long eyelashes. Every thread of maternal instinct in her was desperately yearning to comfort him and care for him.
Shifting, she carefully managed to lie down in the sofa with some cushions behind her to settle in for the long haul. Rylan was still nestle in against her chest, now sleeping with his head tucked into her shoulder. It was hard to believe this tiny little stranger was now legally her adopted son. It was the first steps on what would be a long and winding road dealing with his trauma and adjustment to a new life, but she knew as she lay there watching him sleep, she already loved him just as much as if she gave birth to him herself, in a way she was yet to understand.
~ original character ~