Ana's POV

The car ride is unbearable. I can't stop thinking about where we are going and what we are about to do. How is Christian so calm? I prevent my leg from bouncing the whole way and just stare out the window at the city. I wonder what part of town Kenneth grew up in. I wouldn't want to ask him and bring back memories, then again he was four the last time he was in his childhood home.

"We are here." Felix announces. He steps out of the car to open Christian's door who then comes around to open mine. I grab the envelope with important documents we brought from home and step out of the car to join my husband on the side walk.

"Felix, can you pull back around here in about two hours. If we aren't out by then, just wait for us." Christian instructs. Felix answers with a "yes, sir" and a curt nod before returning to the drivers seat and leaving us on the side walk.

Christian's sweaty hand clasps mine as he leads me, with out a word, to the front door. Once we enter the air conditioned building my stomach falls to my toes and my heart starts beating like an angry group of bats that was just released into the night. Why am I so nervous?

Christian tells the man at the desk our names and the time of our appointment and he calls a woman to come take us back. Wherever that is. A woman in a knee length orange dress and black hair pulled back in a bun comes out.

"Would you two follow me?" Christian takes the lead and follows the woman back to a semi large room and a dark mahogany desk in the center. I take note of the toys stacked over in the corner.

We sit down in the maroon padded seats and patiently wait for the woman to sort all the papers out before she finally looks up at us with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Grey, my name is Margret. I will be helping you fill out the paperwork to complete your adoption as well as answer any additional questions you may have." Christian places a hand on my knee to stop my excessive knee bouncing. We smile at the woman.

"Okay, please sign on the solid line here and here." She instructs. Christian pulls out a pen and signs the line without hesitation. "This document is only stating that you are suitable parents and are accepting the responsibilities that come with this child as well as ay issues that are known to you and any that may arise." We already signed a paper like this one before, but I'm assuming this one is just for re-acceptance.

"This paper." She slides a new one our way, "is just dates of recent bills payed as well as monthly income. I know you have already signed papers similar, but these are more detailed." We both sign paper after paper until we finally finish.

I look at my watch. 8:45. Just a few more minutes...

"Now before, or rather while, you two look over this finalizing paper carefully, I can provide you with some insight about your son's home life. If you would like, of course." She is already calling Kenneth our son. Christian takes the paper to read over it and looks at me. I smile at Margret and nod.

"That would be nice." I pay close attention to the woman while Christian reads over the paper for both of us.

"Now this shouldn't change your decision about adopting him, but if it does I'm sorry." I hold my breath. "Well, the reason he has been in the system for the past year is because his mother worked on the streets and got caught up with the wrong men." Out of the corner of my eye I see Christians' head pop up. Now it's my turn to place a comforting hand on his knee.

"For a whole week he was locked in his room with very little food and water. When police and psychiatrist asked him about it, he mentioned how he always had to be a self-sufficient child even at age four, and that that night his mother instructed him to wait in his room until she told him to come out. When they found him, they estimated his mother was dead that whole week."

Tears threaten to spill down my cheeks for a boy I haven't even met yet. Of course this new information wouldn't make us not want want to adopt Kenneth. It makes me want to have the little boy in my arms even sooner.

"I will also tell you that he finds it hard to become very attached to people. He will be very open from the beginning and trust you completely, but he won't form such a strong parent-child relationship as quick as you would probably like. But once he does decide to form that connection with you, you won't be able to shake him." She laughs, and it makes me smile. He is also very smart for a five year old. He is very good with dates, numbers, and places. In fact it's almost scary how much he remembers." Christian and I share a glance before Margret's phone rings. The voice on the other end of the line shares some information before Margret smiles and hangs up.

She folds her hands on the table and looks between the two of us.

"So are you ready to meet your son?"

Christian and I look at each other in anticipation of welcoming a new addition to the Grey family. Christian grabs my hand and pulls me to standing. I'm supported by my shaky legs and my husband's hand around mine is the only thing keeping me up right.

"Please?" It comes out more as a whisper, but nonetheless Margret smiles at the two of us and walks over to the door. Christian plants a quick kiss on my forehead before we both face the door. My heart is beating out of my chest like a wild bunch of angry butterflies. Everything seems to happen in slow motion.

Margret's hand turned the door nob and, almost as if to torture us, she slowly opens it to reveal what awaits for us on the other side of the door.

In font of us stands a little boy, no taller than my hip bone, with a beautiful olive toned skin tone and blondish redish hair. He is adorable. He is wearing a blue and red striped shirt with khaki shorts down to his knees. I just want to run up to him and squeeze him to me.

"Kenneth, this is Mrs. and Mr. Grey. They're your new family." I watch with careful eyes as Kenneth walks toward us with his eyes glued to the ground. Finally when he is standing about arms length away he looked up and smiled a little bit. He has dimples!

Christian crouches down and looks at the boy with the same smile he had every time he looked at one of the kids for the first time. Kenneth sticks out his hand to shake and I cover my mouth so a laugh doesn't escape.

"Hello, Kenneth." Christian shakes his hand and I kneel down to be eye leveled with the two of them.

"Hey, Kenneth." I croon. He offers to shake my hand too and I don't hesitate. He takes a step towards us as if he is a little more comfortable. I don't think either of us know what to say next but Kenneth does.

"Can we get ice cream?" Christian and I both laugh and stand up. My husband ruffling the little boy's hair.

"Of course." I smile.

"Before you go get your ice cream," Margret interrupts, "we need to make some copies of these paper for you to keep and them you're all done here." We both nod and follow her lead out of the little office and back to the front desk, Kenneth taking the lead in front of us. As we exit the room Christian laces his fingers with mine and kisses my knuckles.

"This shouldn't take more than a couple of minutes." Margret takes the papers behind the counter to copy them and stamp others.

"So where do you want to get ice cream?" I ask Kenneth. He bites his lip and looks up at the ceiling as if it holds the answer.

"I don't know" He shrugs. "I've only ever got little yellow cups of the vanilla kind." He crosses his arms and purses his lips. I bend down a bit and smile.

"How about we take you to the ice cream shop and you can try any flavor you want?" At the mention of excessive sugar a light behind his eyes goes off.

"Really?" His voice hits an octave higher, and his smile stretches from ear to ear. "You promise?" I nod and he hugs himself.

"I promise."

"Okay, Mr. and Mrs. Grey, you're all set."Christian and I both glance down to Kenneth who is beaming up at us. "You're free to go home. Congratulations Kenneth, you're a lucky little man." Kenneth smiles at Margret before speed walking to the woman who holds his bags. He slips a backpack on his back and takes a small model airplane from the woman's hands. She walks towards us with him and passes the rest of the bags to Christian. My husband holds the door open for me as I guide Kenneth to the waiting Maybach with Felix leaning against it.

"This is yours?" The boy asks in awe. I smile and nod my head at his cute little voice.

"Hello, again Mrs. Grey." He smiles at me and I silently respond with the same gesture. Christian walks up beside me, and Felix extends his hands to take the bags from his shoulders. "Mr. Grey." While the bags are loaded in the back Christian opens the door and Kenneth doesn't hesitate to jump in. I smile at the action and Christian squeezes my hand. When I look at him he has a big smile stretched across his face and he kisses my cheek.

I climb in next to Kenneth and buckle up. He already has is face plastered against the window. Felix climbs into the front seat, starts the car, and looks at us through the mirror.

"Where to, Mr. Grey?" Christian looks at me then we both look at Kenneth who is already looking back shyly.

"How about the best ice cream shop in the city?" I answer and Kenneth smiles back. I've never seen a five year old so excited to finally be out side.

Christian is sitting next to Kenneth while I sit across from the boy who just happens to have Rocky Road all over his face.

"So which one's better, Rocky Road or Rock n' Pop Swirl?" I ask taking a bite of my Berry Nutty Swirl scoop. Kenneth's golden brown eyes peeked up at me and he shrugs. Christian chuckles and slings an arm over the back of our son's chair as he takes a mouth full of his classic vanilla ice cream cone.

"I like it all." He admits innocently. So far the boy has tried five flavors and he settles with the flavor he has all over his face. "Do you live here in Ditroit?" I smile at his mispronunciation of the word.

"No, we live in Seattle." I answer simply and his face falls slightly but quickly brightens up once again. Does he not want to leave Detroit?

"Do we get to ride in an airplane?" His mouth was hanging open slightly with Rocky Road dripping off his chin. He looks between me and Christian who wipes the boys chin and lips off.

"Yes we do. Have you ever been on one?" My husbands voice when he talks to Kenneth warms my heart.

"No, sir. Is it a big plane?"

"It's a really big plane." Christian responds in a some what baby voice. Oh, swoon!

"Well," Kenneth sets his uneaten waffle cone on the table and wipes his hands on a napkin. He then folds his hands on the table and fiddles with his fingers. It's an adorable sight, but it also concerns me. "Before we leave do you want to see where I lived?"

I'm shocked. I can tell Christian is too,because his jaw is on the floor. I can tell as Kenneth looks between the two of us he is getting uncomfortable with the silence. I clear my throat.

"Do you want to go back?" I ask stressing that if he really wants to, we will.

"Well, last time I was there I didn't get to say goodbye. Before I leave for good, I thought it would be a good opptitunity." My heart slightly breaks for this boy even more. A part of me really did want to see the conditions Kenneth lived in before being in the system.

"Of course." Christian spoke, his voice dry and raspy.

Three more flavors, hundreds of napkins, and funny family stories later we are loading back into the car and buckling up.

"Felix, we need to make a small detour before heading back to the hotel." Christian instructs as he takes a seat next to me. "Do you remember where the house is, Kenneth?" The boy looks at his, now, father and nods.

"2329 South Kostner Avenue." He recited the address like it had been a song on repeat for days. I guess he sensed our confusion/shock and smiled shyly. "I dealt with the mail a lot." I nod and squeeze his little knee. He has no reason to be shy. Felix nods at us through the mirror and takes off in the direction I'm assuming the house is in.

"So, I'm gonna have brothers and sisters?" Kenneth asks, continuing to look out at the city as it fades from high end, top of the class neighborhoods and buildings to abandoned, boarded up windows. The change happened in a blink of an eye and it made my hands start shaking and sweating at what house my son previously lived in.

"Yes, two older siblings and a baby sister." Christian answers.

"Just because you now have a big family, doesn't mean once we get home you won't get as much attention as the others do." I say. Kenneth looks between the two of us and then back out the window.

"I've never had siblings. I was always the only one in the house." He pauses. "I've always wanted to have a baby sister." I can see his smile on the window, but as soon as we turn on his old street it fades.

We pass a few with screen doors wide open, old men smoking on a pipe on the front porch, and even a few people attempting to repair a broken fence. Further down the street one family is moving into a house that looks the best kept on the street. These houses are horrible.

"There it is." Kenneth says, and Felix pulls up the curb. Kenneth swings the door open and jumps out causing Christian and I to jump out after him.

The house is no bigger than our living room back home. The porch has a ripped screen door against the chipping, white wood railing. The door is boarded up as well as the windows, except the window that I can only assume to be the attic. Around the house is a black rod iron fence that matches a few others on the street. Kenneth grabs the fence and puts his face between two of the bars.

"That room," He points to the window at the very bottom, "was my room. The one right above it was my moms. The kitchen was in the back of the house, and you walk straight into the living room." Is there a map of the place tattooed in the back of his brain?This boy is more intelligent than the adoption agency led us to believe.

"My mom told me once that she never planned on having a kid, so when I popped up she threw a bed in there, painted one of the walls blue, and bought an old chest from our neighbor." He looked up at us but squinted from the sun. "I ended up drawing planes, and cars, and people on the walls too. She didn't care." I nod slowly and place a hand on his shoulder. "Oh!" He explains, grabs Christian's hand, and pulls him to the side of the house.

"I had a sand box back here." We look in the back yard and sure enough there is a green square sandbox with only three sides. "It was really more like a dirt box when all the sand was blown away. I still played treasure in it though."

I look at the sunset and then my watch. It is getting late and I see more woman walk up and down the side walks in very provocative clothes.

"We can leave now." Kenneth said and leads us back to the front of the house, never letting go of Christian's hand. When we round the front Kenneth grab the fence again and looks at the house. "Goodbye."

"You know, she wasn't even my mom." Kenneth broke the silence with a startling statement. I looked at him then my just-as-confused husband then back to the boy. Who exactly was he talking about? The agency told us they had no medical records from him mother or father but they never said he never lived with his mother.

"Who wasn't your mother?"

"The one I lived with. I'm sure they told you she worked on the streets? Yeah, Her, she wasn't my bilogical mom." Kenneth turns his body to face us, assuming we are going to ask for a story, and Felix puts the divider up to give us privacy. "If you're wondering, I told the people that when they asked me. Apparently, they didn't tell you."

"Then who was she? Was she even biologically related to you?" It feels weird having this conversation with a five year old who acts fifteen.

"She was my aunt. But she had me for five years and was the only woman figure in my life so I call her mom."

"Then how did you end up with her?"

"My mom told me she was kicked out of the house when her sister was six so she didn't know her that well. Her sister had a 'one night stand', whatever that is, and got pregnant with me. She called my mom and said she couldn't keep me because the guy would flip a cookie, and besides, she didn't want me. I was a week old when my mom got me."

I love how he said "flip a cookie". Adorable!

Again, how can this boy be five. He has already experienced so much in his five years and remembers his life story his mom, or...aunt, told him at least a year ago. How did we get so lucky to be blessed with his boy? I already love him so much.

"I'm okay with it though. I don't want to know those people anyway."

I nod my head and turn to look at Christian too. The look in his eyes tell me he will find out who this boy's family is. Like usual he can tell what I'm thinking and gives me a slight nod of his head. I curl into his side and take occasional glances at my son. Wow, I have another son.

"Is this you guys's first time in Ditroit?" Kenneth continues to stare at the city he never really knew he grew up in.

"It is for me." I answer. "It's a beautiful city. I wouldn't mind coming back."

"I was born here." Christian replied in a monotone voice and that caught Kenneth's attention.

"Where?" He seemed eager to hear the answer.

"I believe about a block away from where you lived." What?

"We should have stopped by. You could have said goodbye too." Christian smiles and the boy and politely brushes off his statement.

"I said goodbye to that place a long time ago before I was in foster homes." I love how he is being so open with our son.

"You were in foster care?" My husband nods. "Wow." Kenneth says in awe and slowly turns back to the window.

We pull into the hotel parking lot and Kenneth's eyes about pop out of his head. Christian and I smile at his reaction and climb out of the car. Kenneth decides to stay in the car and gawk at the building a bit longer.

"Come on." Christian opens the door for the boy and hold his hand out for him to take, and he does. Christian and Kenneth walk in front of me and enter the hotel, holding the door for me to walk through. I watch as Kenneth's wide wondrous eyes scan every inch of the inside and the intricate art work littering the space.

"How long are we staying here?" His small voice speaks up once we step onto the elevator.

"Just tonight, we fly back home tomorrow." I reply just as the doors ring and open up to our floor. My husband leads the way to the room and looks down at Kenneth before sliding the key card into the slot, the light turning green.

When we open the door to the room Kenneth's jaw drops. I smile at his reaction and hope we aren't throwing him into our high class world too fast.

"You can walk in." I urge him and, slowly, he places one foot in front of the other. He walks around the couch, in front of the television, and finally in front of the two beds.

"We have to leave at nine in the morning to make it to the airport on time. It's already pretty late." Christian hints as he points to his watch. Kenneth nods in understanding with his mouth still agape.

"I get to sleep on that?" We nod and the boy smiles like I've never seen a child smile before. He grabs his backpack and runs to the bathroom and closes the door.

"I think I kind of like him." Christian says as he walks up to me and wraps his arms around my waist. I laugh and bring his face down to mine, connecting our lips. He pulls away and smirks down at me.

"I don't think you have a choice now." I go in for another kiss, but we are interrupted by a door opening and the little patter of feet against the soft carpet.

"Where do I sleep?" Kenneth asks after placing his bag back by the couch with the others.

"You can have that bed by yourself, or you can sleep in that bed with us." Christian offers. All of our kids have slept with us over their life, Teddy more than the girls, but we still don't want to leave Kenneth out. He shuffles around on his feet for a bit before finally answering.

"Can I sleep with you?" I smile and nod, as does Christian, and the boy jumps on the bed.

"I'm going to change real quick and then it's lights out." I tell the two boys and close the bathroom door behind me. In no time at all I'm changed into my night gown, face and teeth cleaned, and ready for sleep. When I open the door, the sight in front of me makes me smile.

Christian is sprawled out on the bed with Kenneth tucked into his side. They are watching the television tuned into who knows what channel.

"Okay, boys. Time to sleep. I'm sure we are going to have a long day tomorrow." I climb into the bed on the other side of Kenneth and click the tv off. The boy sinks down further into the bed and turns towards Christian, but his back pressed against me.

"Goodnight." His voice sounds distant as he falls to sleep.

"Goodnight." Christian whispers back as I comb my fingers through Kenneth's feather-like hair.

"Goodnight." I kiss his head and look at Christian who is already staring back at me.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Wow." Kenneth whispers mostly to him self, but I catch the statement and smile. "This is a really really big airplane!" He takes residence in the window seat and I allow Christian to sit next to him while I take the aisle seat.

"All the people look like ants."

"Passengers, welcome to flight 149 flying from Detroit, Michigan to Seattle, Washington. We now ask you to buckle your seat belts and remain seated as long as the seat belt light above you is red. Once it is off you are free to roam around the cabin. Flight attendants will be walking down the aisles offering refreshments and snacks. Thank you for flying with us today and we hope you enjoy your flight." The speech over the intercom ends, but Kenneth is still fascinated with the little people outside.

"I could just squish 'em." He brings his fingers to the window and pretends to pinch the people like you would an ant. The plane begins to move to the furthest runway, and I can see the little boy by the window practically bounce out of his seat in anticipation. The engine roars to life as the pressure in the cabin increases and the plane starts its way down the runway.

Kenneth's eyes grow about twice their normal size, and his hand flies to Christian's which is supported by the arm rest. Christian smiles and takes the tiny hand in his giving it a reassuring squeeze before we are all thrown back in our seats and the plane takes flight.

Kenneth's reaction to pulling up into our driveway is the same as when he saw the hotel for the first time. The only difference is he doesn't wait in the car. When Taylor retrieves the bags from the trunk of the car, Kenneth insists on wearing his backpack up to the house because it holds "precious items".

Kenneth holds on to Christian's hand the whole time as we walk through the multitude of cars to get to the garage door. On some level, it bothers me that Kenneth is already so close with Christian and not me. I know the lady said that him warming up to us would take time, but I wish one day was enough. It was for Christian.

"Are they going to like me?" Kenneth's small voice ask before I get the chance to open the door.

"They are going to love you, I promise." I reassure the boy with a smile, which he returns. I take a deep breath, look at Christian, and open the door.

At the sight in front of me the small amount of worry I had about bringing Kenneth home amplifies. I look at Christian and the veins in his neck and forehead are bulging against his skin.

His blood is boiling.

"What the hell!"

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