(Whoever can guess the reference in the number gets a prize ;O)

(Jeremy's POV)

I woke up to see Michael playing Nibblescrauts. 

"Good morning!" he said to me with a smile.

"Are we going again today? To the orphanages?" I asked excitedly.

"Woah, woah, chill, it's seven o'clock. But, yes, of course."

"Yes!" I exclaimed, pumping my fist in the air. Michael chuckled at me.

"You're cute when you're excited," he remarked.

"I thought I was cute always," I responded with a humph.

"You got me."

"Should we call Saint Joseph's before we go? Just in case they hate us."

"Sure," he replied with a laugh.

I looked up the number and dialed it in.

"Put it on speaker," Michael whispered. I nodded and did so.

"Saint Joseph's Home, this is Phillipa speaking."

"Hello! My husband and I were wondering if we could come visit Evan, one of the young boys at your home," I said. Michael gave me a thumbs up.

"Oh," she sounded sad. Michael and I looked at each other. "I'm afraid there was... an accident."

"What do you mean?" Michael asked, his voice cracking.

"Evan fell out of a tree while playing a game of hide-and-seek. He is now in the hospital, recovering."

"Oh," I said. I could feel my face heating up from the sadness rising inside of me.

"Is there any way we can visit him in the hospital?" Michael asked after looking at me. I smiled at him, and he put his arm around me.

Phillipa gave us information on how to get to the hospital, and we quickly rushed to the car (after thanking her, of course).

"Evan held onto me tightly, I don't know how he fell out of that tree," Michael remarked on the drive over.

"Maybe he," I paused. "No, he wouldn't."

"Wouldn't what?"

"Never mind." I pushed away the idea.

We pulled up and hurried inside. There was a woman at the front desk with a name tag that read "Dawn".

"Hello! Can I help you two?" she asked us.

"Yes, we're looking for Evan."

"What's his last name?"

We looked at each other. We had no clue what his last name was.

"He's, um, small, probably four, blonde hair??" I squeaked out.

"Oh, right, he's in room one-oh-two."

"Thanks!"

We scurried off to find the room. 37, 39, 41...

"Mike, I think we're on the wrong floor."

"Oh."

After running through hallways and elevators, we finally found the room. 102. I knocked on the door.

"C-Come in," a small voice said weakly. We stepped inside.

Evan was lying on a hospital bed, a cast on his left arm, and a lot of scrapes and cuts on his face. There was a very deep cut above his right eye. His face lit up when he saw us.

"Awe you the guys that hugged me?" he asked, bouncing a little.

"Yep," Michael said. "Are you okay?"

The light in his eyes left.

"No," he replied quietly. "I hate that place." 

"Why?" I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed like Michael did.

"They'we mean to me. Pippa is mean, Zoe is mean, nobody likes me, and-" he was cut off by a flood of sobs. I wrapped my arms around him and he cried into my shoulder.

After a few minutes, he seemed to calm down and sat back up.

"Are you okay now?" Michael asked. Evan nodded.

"Can you finish what you were saying before?" I added. I wanted to see if I could do anything to help.

"M-My daddy left m-me a-and my m-mommy f-for someone else," he stuttered with a few sniffles. "My m-mommy said she wouldn't g-go a-anywh-where, b-b-but sh-sh-she lied."

Michael and I looked at each other with faces of "this poor child".

"We'll be right back, Evan," Michael said as he pulled me out of the room. 

"Jer," he said once we were in the hallway. "He needs us. W e can't just leave him in that hellhole."

"I know, I know. Is there any way we could adopt... two children?"

"We can't afford that!" he whisper yelled.

"We could get a loan! I'll work my ass off for him."

"Don't work your ass off, I still have to slap it."

"Michael, I swear to God."

"But the loan thing isn't a bad idea. Doesn't Brooke's dad own a loan company?"

"Hey, I think so. We'll ask when we get home."

"Sounds good," he replied as he walked back in. I followed.

"Evan," Michael said. "Would you feel comfortable having two dads?"

"You can have two dads?"

"Of course! And they would love you to death."

"Th-They w-would kill me?" he asked, his eyes filled with fear.

"No, of course not," I said, trying to lighten to mood back up. "What Michael here is trying to ask, is if you would feel comfortable with us adopting you."

Evan squished his cheeks between his hands and squealed. His eyes were now sparkling.

"Would I get hugs evewy day?" he squeaked.

"Of course," Michael responded with a laugh. By this point, Evan was bouncing, I guessed that if he wasn't in this hospital bed, he would be running around.

"We could even grow a tree together," I offered with a smile. He gasped and looked up at me.

"Could we be twees fow Halloween? I've nevew dwessed up fow Halloween. I could be a acown!"

"Sure, that wouldn't be the first time Jeremy's been wooden."

"MICHAEL!" I blushed intensely. Evan giggled at our antics.

"Evan, we're not sure yet if we can afford to adopt you, but we're trying," Michael said. "If we aren't able to, please don't be upset. We'll try to find someone else for you if that happens."

"Michael, don't think I'm done with you."

"I didn't." He wiggled his eyebrows at me. We all laughed.

"Okay, Evan, we're gonna go. Goodbye!"

"Bye!" he replied with a smile. His tone sounded disappointed though. I knew he didn't want us to leave, but we had someone else to visit and someone to call.

(timeskip brought to you by my tears after listening to The Play)

("Michael makes an entrance!" I LOVE MY CHILD I'M SO PRoUD OF HIM I cAN'T-)

(okay back to the story)

We visited Emma again, and confirmed a loan with Mr. Lohst. Everything felt set, but I was still a little worried. This was a big step.

"You okay, Jer?" Michael asked from the bed, where he was reading his book.

"Yeah, I'm just thinking about how everything is gonna change. I'm not sure if I'm completely ready."

(Michael's POV)

(Sorry for sudden switch lmao)

(Also, I'm doing this in honor of 69 followers)

I had an idea. I knew that he had a praise kink...

"It's okay, Jer. I know you'll be an amazing parent. You're already an amazing person." I watched as he tried to hide his blush. I set my book down with a smirk and walked over to him. In an instant, I had him pinned against the wall.

"We should have some fun before you become a daddy.~" I stroked his leg and I could hear him softly moan.

(le next morning)

"Your breath smells like cum," I said with a snort as we made breakfast.

"Yeah, well, you have nobody to blame but yourself."

"Fair enough."