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Did I make myself cry? Yes. Did I do this to make all of you cry? Yes. I really hope you guys enjoyed this short because we’re getting to that time of year that family is important. Not just blood. But everyone who you love! If you’d like to be tagged in everything I write or want specific tags let me know! And I will see you all in the next post!
No matter how hard John and I tried for kids..we only have been lucky twice and each pregnancy was brutal, almost life threatening to the point even doctors told me if I had a third child I would pass away. But the one thing that John and I have always wanted was to have a big family, the picket fence, and a modest house.
Well. One of those things isn’t possible since he became apart of Queen and the last modest house we had was bombarded by fans. So we had to move again and get a nice home with a good wall of trees blocking the people from prying eyes. Not my type of environment that I would’ve enjoyed but still a fence I guess in all things considered.
He had just gotten back from the Hot Space tour and was working on the finances in the dining room. He always took care of Queens finances and for some reason wanted to take care of ours as well. No matter how many times I’ve pestered he wouldn’t budge. Placing the tea set down in front of him as I wrapped myself around his upper body then kissing his forehead.
“What? Do I have something on me?” Looking down at myself to make sure there wasn’t a stain or even a bug on my pajamas.
“No. You just look stunning.” Even after six years after marriage, that cheeky devil still makes me blush. Handing him his cup of tea as he took a sip to focus back on the paperwork. But he wasn’t really reading it or anything..just staring at the bills and everything else.
“How’s the financing going? Freddie and Roger sending us to the poor house yet?” Giggling which made John smile a little bit. There was something on his mind that I can’t quite put a finger on. Is he mad at me?
“Not quite yet. But luckily we decided to take a few months off which is perfect because..because I have this idea I wanna run by you.” An idea? If he thinks I’m packing up the kids rooms and mine again it’s going to be a harsh no. He put down the paper and pen as I sat down to scoot my chair closer to him.
“If we’re moving again..”
“No no. Nothing like that. This place is absolutely perfect. I..I want to talk to you about an idea that I’ve been bouncing around in my head. Remember our old friends Jared and his wife Rosie.” Jared and Rosie..AH! Yes! One of the couples we used to hang out with when we went to the discos.
“Yes. What about them? Are they okay?”
“Of course they are. So I talked to Jared about adoption. How they felt, what to be looking for and everything.” This..this is all so sudden oh my god. Adoption? Never really considered it since I was raised that a women should always be able to pop out babies left and right. But every time I’d go through a pregnancy. It would just be an absolute nightmare on my body. Yes we have two wonderful children in our lives and I take care of them like an absolute pro when Johns working in the studio or out on tour for months at a time.
“John. Are you wanting to adopt?” Asking him as he scooted my chair closer to him. He grabbed my hands with a very tight grip.
“We both want a big family...who says the children have to be blood anyhow. The boys are family and were not even closely related. All though I do have some theory that Roger and Freddie were once past lovers but that’s a different conversation.” We laughed as we kept staring at each other.
“I’ll agree to this on one condition.”
“Name it.”
“You have to be around a little more. I’m not asking you to quit the band or even not show up to rehearsals on a daily basis. But a little more help on the home front would really be appreciated. I knew exactly what I was getting into when we decided to have kids, but I’m really not enjoying Robert asking me when is father going to be home for more than a month.” I didn’t mean it to sound so harsh..we both knew exactly what we were getting into with this life. But when both of your kids ask you where there father is every day at night time. It gets very depressing. He wasn’t angry about what I said but he was taken a bit back.
“John I’m sorry..that isn’t fair..”
“No you’re right.” He pulled me up on his lap as he cupped my face for a very passionate kiss. My arms wrapping around his neck as we continued to suck each other’s faces.
We stopped for a moment since we heard the sound of dragging feet coming from the hallway. Michael came out of the hallway in his onesie that Freddie bought him from Japan and his favorite purple blanket.
“Michael. What are you doing up? It’s way past your bedtime little man.” John told him as I climbed off his lap for Michael to continue walking towards us.
“I had a bad dream.” He rubbed his eyes since he had little tear stains across his cheek. John jumping into action as he scooped Michael up in his arms as he sat back down with me at the dinner table. Michael wrapped himself around him as John began rubbing his back slowly.
“Now. What would chase away all the bad dreams tonight Michael?” He kept himself around John till he popped his head up with that smile John gave him. It was the kind of smile that would make women fall head over heels about them, and could get away with murder.
“Ice cream.” He smiled as John shook his head at him.
“No no. It’s far too late for ice cream Michael and you know that.” John laughed at Michael who was now upset that he wasn’t getting ice cream now.
“What’s will all the noise?” Robert was next coming out wearing his Mickey Mouse shirt and striped pj bottoms.
“Just talking. Come on and join us.” Robert walked over to me as I helped him up on my lap. John began rubbing his hands up and down Michael's back to hopefully cause him to fall right back to sleep.
“Dad. Are you going on tour again?” Robert asked as John looked at him with his adorable smile.
“Nope. Dads going to be taking a little bit of a break. And we’ve got some exciting news for you guys. You are possibly going to be having a new brother or sister coming soon.” Robert looked at me for a second to then get off my lap.
“I don’t want a new brother or sister! I like it just the four of us!” He crossed his arms at us as I crossed mine back at him.
“That’s not fair. Don’t you want to have more kids to play with when you’re with dad on tour? Surely playing Michael or even Jimmy gets rather dull after a while, doesn't it?”
“I have Uncle Freddie! He enjoys playing scrabble with me!” He stormed out of the dining room then slamming his door shut. I was about to get up but John shook his head at me.
“Tomorrow will take these two with us to the orphanage and let them get comfortable with the kids. Told the boys I would be very busy these next couple of weeks so no studio work and party for this man.” Michael snored a little as we saw he was passed out in Johns chest. He placed a soft kiss on his forehead as he got up from the chair to then tuck him back into the bedroom.
Following closely behind them as John was being such a kick ass dad. Stuffing Michael underneath the covers then grabbing his polar bear stuffie from the ground to put it right next to him. God how the hell did I get so lucky to meet this man? Oh yeah because roller skating and accidentally running into him while racing my sister.
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We pulled up to the large mansion to see a bunch of children running around the front yard and on the large porch. Robert wasn’t saying a word to us but at least Michael was super excited about seeing all the children. I climbed out of the car then unhooking Michael from the car seat as Robert climbed out of his side of the car.
One of the nuns came walking out of the house towards us as I held Michael up in my arms as Robert was holding John's hand. The nun looked very excited to see us coming.
“Mr. and Mrs. Deacon I’m so glad you made it today! My name is Sister Elise. And who are these two precious little kids?” She kneeled down to Roberts height who was still mad at the idea.
“This is Michael..and the sour ball is Robert. He’s not talking sister.” John told her as she nodded.
“Guess the idea of gaining another brother or sister makes you angry doesn’t it?” I get the feeling she’s done something like this before.
“Nope.” He told her as he finally uncrossed his arms. Jesus he holds a grudge longer than me.
“Why don’t you join the children for lunch? We’re serving a big pot of homemade chicken and noodles. Would you like that Robert?” She asked as Robert shook his head.
“Robert. It looks like they’re playing red rover in the yard. Wanna go play with them before lunch?” He let go of John's hand and was already rounding the fence to go play with the other children.
“Can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to do that with every other sibling. Now let’s give you a tour and let you see all the children.” We walked through the fence to start our small tour.
“Do you know what age you’re wanting to adopt by chance?” We walked up to the large wrap around porch as we watched a few of the children playing red rover. Robert was already running into the line of kids. One of the boys came up to him to help him up from the ground and they began talking up a storm.
“Definitely older than a toddler. With him on the road so much it’s just easier to have a child whose already capable of..well you know.” We were escorted inside to see even more running around.
“Completely understandable. Now why don’t I let you two roam free around the bottom floor so you can see and get to know the children for a few moments. Have to make sure lunch is ready. If you’ll excuse me.” She walked away as we put Michael down to hold his hand. He watched the children running around the building and was getting excited.
We snuck our heads into one of the empty rooms to see a group of kids playing some sort of board game. Michael walked into the room and stood above the children playing a game. One of the children looked up at him as they moved over so he could play with them.
John wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we watched Michael playing the game with them. A herd of children came running in from outside while Robert and a fellow kid were talking to each other.
“You never have watched Mr. Rogers?” Robert asked them as the kid shook his head.
“It’s the greatest show in the world! Mr. Rogers is one of the coolest people in the world!” Robert continued on as he walked into one of the classrooms with him.
“And he didn’t want a new sibling.” John commented, kissing my forehead as we looked back to see Michael no longer sitting in the circle. We walked in to see him watching a boy painting on a small canvas. He kept walking until he was standing right next to him.
“Hi. I’m Michael.” He told him as the kid turned in his seat then smiling at Michael.
“Hi Michael. I’m Hershel.” Michael held out his hand to Hershel as he light shook it then went back to painting. I was the first to walk towards Michael then bending down to hold Michael by his shoulders.
“Do you like his paintings?” Asking Michael as he shook his head. Hershel turned himself around towards me with an adorable smile.
“I’m Izzy. I must say your paintings are wonderful. Have you painted all of your life?”
“Yeah. My mom taught me how to paint when I was little.” His painting was all green as he was tracing a large circle on the canvas.
“What’s this one about?”
“The other day I was children playing with all the rubber bouncy balls out front and I watched all the colored balls mixing together. Thought it was really cool.” He went back to his painting as John joined us to look at his painting.
“Do you like other kinds of art?” John asked as we kept watching him paint.
“I sketch sometimes but I would really love to do ceramics one day. Sister says that eventually she’ll get me a machine so I can make all kinds of pots, vases, and all other kinds of everything.”
“LUNCH TIME!” A kid screamed into the room as it was cleared out swiftly leaving the three of us alone.
We walked into the dining room to see Robert and the kid he played Red Rover with were still getting along famously. Sister Elise walked towards us with a bright smile on her face.
“What do you think? I know you’ve only been here for a few moments.”
“How old is Hershel?” John asked as Sister Elise looked around to see him eating his lunch.
“Hershel is nine years old. Anyone else.” John looked for Robert and the Sister followed.
“That is Bradley. Would you two like to sit down with Bradley and get to know him? We’ve got plenty for lunch.”
“Absolutely.” We told him as the sister nodded to walk over where Robert and Bradley were sitting. She whispered to them as Bradleys face lit up like a Christmas tree. He grabbed his bowl and was already zooming towards us.
“Bradley Denver! It’s quite a pleasure to meet you!” He held out his hand to me as I grabbed it for one wild handshake. He then stood in front of John whose eyes were widened at this bouncing bundle of joy!
“John Deacon and this is Izzy Deacon. It’s quite a pleasure to meet you as well.” Sister Elise moved past us as we began walking to the large living room where we sat with Hershel.
“Mom! Dad! Bradley has this really cool collection of almost all the Star Trek action figures! He said that I could come over sometime to play with them!” Robert was bouncing along with Bradley as they sat down on the floor next to each other. The two of them didn’t even notice us as they went off to their own world.
My hand moved down to Johns as we sat back to watch Robert and Bradley become the best of friends. Robert has definitely inherited his father's shyness and my hard head. He hasn’t got any real close friends since we moved around a little too much...and his shyness.
“So Bradley. What else do you like besides Star Trek?” Before he answered. He swallowed his food and whipped his mouth.
“I love science! At school I won all the science fairs and even was told that I have quite the future in it!”
“What kind of science?” John was already intrigued by him.
“Mostly Earth and the weather. It’s really cool and last year I did an experiment on the level of atmospheres! We sent a lego on a balloon to see how far he could go up before he popped!” Bradley kept going on and on about his experiments he’s done in school as Robert and John were completely intrigued.
Speaking of which where’s Michael? I looked around to see Michael wasn’t in the room. Whispering in Johns ear that I was going to look for him. I imagine he found a cool toy to play with or an empty room. Leaving the living room to see him and Hershel out in the hallway as he was watching him doodle.
“Now you use this pencil for much more finer lines. See how I draw that triangle there? Come on, give me your hand.” Hershel reached over to little Michael and began drawing shapes on the paper. Not going to cry..not going to cry. God damn it.
“Hey..hey what’s wrong?” John asked as he gripped my shoulders as I placed my hand on one of his.
“I’ve just..I’ve never seen our boys so happy..” Giggling and crying as John wrapped himself behind me. Hearing a few sniffles from him as Sister Elise came over to us with a box of tissues.
“I’m assuming you do this often.” John laughed as I whipped my eyes.
“Why don’t we go upstairs to see their files and everything else you’ll need to know.” Nodding as I dried my eyes with a few tissues.
Sitting down in her office as she began going through the files. Hershel is eleven so he’s at a perfect again..and Bradley must be a little younger than Robert from looking at him from a distance.
“Hershel came to us a few months ago from Darlington. He keeps to himself most of the time since he’s brand new to the system. His mother was single and ended up leaving him alone in their tiny apartment to run off to Ireland. Now Bradley has been here since he was a little tot. But he’s full of energy and as you can already tell is a very good people person.” She handed me the file of Hershel and John the file for Bradley.
“Would you give us a moment please?” John asked as she nodded to leave her office.
“What are you thinking Izzy?” John asked as I began replaying the feeling of how him and Robert were completely entranced by Bradley talking about his interest in science, and how Michael and I watched Hershel paint his gorgeous paintings.
“They’re both extraordinary John. The way Bradley brought Robert out of his shell in a matter of seconds. Hershel just seemed so nice and wonderful..I know we’ve only spoke to them for a brief minute..But..John..they’re..I already see the future with them. Robert and Bradley during the day playing outside in the small woods around our house.”
“Michael following behind them. Hershel out in the garden sketching or in his room working on his paintings. Izzy. I would love nothing more than to fill that house of ours with nothing but children and a lovely cat. I want this to. Robert has never looked so enticed with such a person and I imagine the scrabble games are going to be even more dramatic than with him and Freddie. For Michael we can have his room was also a good place for him to do his paintings. The one to the left that faces the yard with all the natural sunlight.” Climbing onto him to hug him as the whole scene was playing in my head.
“Wait are we doing this?” We stopped hugging each other to smile at each other. Realizing we were going to adopt two lovely children.
“Sister! Sister!” He called as she stuck her head in to see our childish behavior.
“Now we’ll get the paperwork started and set a date for them to be dropped off at home.” Squeezing each other as tightly as we could.
*Three Weeks Later*
At this point I couldn't tell who was more excited about the new arrivals of our family. Me, John, or Freddie. When we eventually told everyone the news of our family growing in ranks. Freddie was already on top of house warming gifts for each one of them. He bought top line art supplies for Hershel and all different types of paints. The entire color scheme if he could. Now for Bradley. It was all Star Wars and Star Trek of everything.
Sadly we couldn’t have Freddie be here the first night since we wanted them to adjust to their new homes. But as soon as tomorrow rolls around I know he plans on coming over immediately to meet with them.
Robert and Michael were coloring at the coffee table in the living room as I was finishing up the mashed potatoes for dinner tonight. Their first home cooked meal shall be a lamb roast, mashed potatoes, carrots, and I even made a delicious chocolate pudding.
“John can you pass me the pepper?” Asking as he stood next to me and began pouring a little pepper into the potatoes. Looking down to see him wearing the Minnie Mouse apron we got on our first trip to Disney.
“Baby. You’re looking pretty damn cute in my apron.” Pinching his butt as he checked the roast for me. It was juicy and smelled exactly what I was wanting it to be. Absolutely perfect.
“Thank you baby. Thought it looked good on you that night we celebrated my birthday, but now it looks absolutely perfect on me.” Shaking my head at him as I closed the lid for the roast to keep it cooking. The carrots were done being cooked as I grabbed my tasting spoon making sure that they were good enough. Delicious.
“Mommy! Mommy they’re here!” Robert yelled from the living room as I turned down all the pots then placing the lids on top of them. Whipping my hands on my aprons as Robert went flying out of the front door. Michael was trying to follow behind but fell right down onto the floor. John picked up him as we stopped in the doorway to see Sister Elise and one of her fellow sisters were coming up to the house.
We stood outside in the cold but we didn’t even notice it as the four of us were too excited and happy for our new children. The car parked as Bradley was already out of the car to get a look at the house.
“This house is awesome! I’ve never seen such a house in my life!” His smile was gleaming with joy. He had his backpack on as one of the sisters walked to the trunk for the rest of their bags.
“You’ve got woods! Are we allowed to play in them!?” Bradley was bouncing even more than before.
“Yup. The whole woods is for you two to have fun and do whatever you want.”
“AWESOME!”
“C’mon Bradley! I’ll show you to your room.” Robert almost dragged him inside the house but stopped to give John a huge hug.
“So when can I call you dad sir?” John laughed as he bent down to his level.
“Whenever you’re ready son.”
“Well Dad. Glad to be along for the ride and I promise to be the best son I can be for ya!” He gave John one more hug till he ran past them then towards me and almost jumping up into my arms.
“Mom! I promise to be the greatest rascal I can be! But always in control mom!” Bradley is absolute adorable oh my god! He moved past me to walk inside with Robert.
Hershel was still standing by the car with his little back full of stuff as the sister stood next to him. He looked absolutely nervous and looked like he was going to jump back into the car and want to go back to the orphanage.
John walked down the stairs towards him to hold his hand out to him. Following behind him to look over his shoulder as Hershel reached his hand out to grab his. Oh my god I’m gonna start crying again. God this felt like holding Robert again for the first time. Hershel then wrapped himself with John for a very tight hug and I swear John was literally about to cry.
“Are you ever going to leave me..?” He muffled in Johns shirt as it tipped him over the edge. God damn it the water works.
“I will let you two be. Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Deacon.” Sister Elise waved goodbye to us as Hershel kept a tight grip around John. My hand sat on top of his head for a brief moment to whisper to John that I was going in to check on the boys and dinner.
Walking back inside to see Michael was still sitting on the floor coloring and two pounding children were upstairs in their rooms. It was starting to feel truly at home now. The timer dinged as the roast was ready to be served. I walked over to the bottom of the stairs
“Boys! Dinner is ready!” Yelling as the thunder of feet came rounding the corner then towards the stairs. Walking into the living room to scoop up Michael as John and Hershel came inside.
“Hope you two enjoy lamb because I made a delicious lamb stew for the first night.” Putting Michael down on the chair as the boys ran into the kitchen.
“Is that lamb? Mom I love lamb!” Bradley grabbed an empty plate as he began pouring food on his plate then followed by Robert.
“Hershel. Please feel free to take as much as you want for dinner. I also made us a chocolate pudding for dessert.” Hershel’s face brightened as he moved past me to start pouring food on his plate. I grabbed Michaels little plate to scoop him some food as John wrapped himself around me.
“I love you Izzy. I know I don’t say it enough...but God do I love you so much. Our little family is now whole.” Turning back to see his tear stained cheeks which was going to make me cry again.
“I love you to John our little family is now complete.” We kissed passionately as we just embraced each other.
“EEEWWW!” Robert and Bradley yelled from the dining room which made us laugh more at each other.
I needed John Winchester feelings. So, yeah, here’s this.
John sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. He’d left Dean with Bobby because the poor kid had been sick with the flu. Trying desperately to keep Sam from getting sick, John had packed him away in the car and driven off toward a new hunt in Colorado.
Sam sat on the trunk of the car while John stood glaring at the engine as though it had personally wronged him. The car was situated on the side of the road just outside some podunk town called Grand Lake. John was attempting to figure out what caused the car to stutter to a stop, as well as ignore the annoyed huffs of a nine year old Sam. His temper was hovering just below boiling point as he took a deep breath in an effort to simmer down. Sam sighed loudly again and John clenched his jaw.
His son had been less than enthused to be going on yet another road trip, even more disgruntled to be heading out without Dean. Sam had evidently decided to make John well aware of his exact thoughts throughout this entire day. Had they really left Bobby’s just that morning? John was fairly sure that his last nerve was frayed to nearly nothing at this point. Deciding he would need his tool box, John walked around to the back end of the car. Sam was sprawled across it, staring up at the sky.
“Up,” John said, nudging Sam’s shoulder. As John expected, Sam huffed and rolled his eyes, but he got off the trunk without comment. John opened the trunk and fished the tool box from the depths.
Once John was back at the front end, he went to work trying to find the source of the car’s ailment. Muttering a few curses, John didn’t notice the truck slide to a smooth stop behind him. He then checked the battery, the carburetor, spark plugs and alternator. He gritted his teeth as his hand brushed against the still hot radiator cap.
“Dad,” a small voice right at his elbow barely registered in his head.
“What, Sam?” John growled, not in the mood for Sam’s usual whining.
“Dad,” Sam’s voice was low, but urgent, grabbing John’s attention with the slight edge of fear.
“What, Sam?” John asked sharply as he straightened up, glaring down at his youngest son.
Sam nodded behind John. John turned around and saw the pickup truck. It unnerved him that, as a hunter, he hadn’t even registered the vehicle stopping there. Sam stepped closer to John, practically melding to his side.
“He’s been staring at us for half an hour,” Sam whispered.
That’s when the guy sitting in the car got out of the pickup. John saw the shotgun in the man’s hands and kicked himself mentally for leaving his pistol in the glove box of the Impala. John nudged Sam harshly toward the trees.
“Run, Sam!” John said urgently.
“Dad-”
“Run!”
Sam ran as fast as he could. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he hit the treeline and fought his way through the thick branches. His breath came in ragged spurts as his heart attempted to beat right out of his chest. Sam stopped in his tracks, his entire world came to a halt as he heard two gunshots ring out, one right after the other.
He stood stock still, horrified and unsure what to do. The treeline was thick, he couldn’t see past to the road. Run, Sam! Suddenly, his heart jump started as he realized the crazy man with a shot gun could be coming after him. Sam turned and ran, ran until he fell down, sobs of exhaustion and grief wracking his body.
Two hours later, Sam huddled in the darkness, sniffing back more tears. He’d found a tree with a large boulder alongside it, creating a crude makeshift shelter. Sam had found some smaller rocks and dry twigs, attempting to make a fire just like his dad had showed him on numerous occasions. Sam regretted scoffing at him, never thinking he’d need to know how to build a fire. The materials sat on the ground in front of him, almost mockingly in Sam’s opinion.
Sam had listened intently, but hadn’t heard more than some scuffling animals as he sat in his corner, trying to decide what he should do. The only thing Sam had in his pocket was the tiny pocket knife his dad forced him to carry at all times. He unfolded and folded the knife to give his hands something to do as he sat helplessly.
That’s when Sam heard it. Footsteps of something definitely on two feet. His heart jumped into his chest again, for what seemed like the thousandth time that day.
“Sam?!”
Relief flooded Sam’s body. The voice was his dad’s. It was gruff and strained with worry. He breathed a sigh of relief.
“Sam?!”
Sam reacted. He jumped off the ground and shoved the knife back into his pocket. Running out from behind the boulder, Sam crashed into the front of a very solid body.
“Dad!” He cried, tears rolling down his cheeks again.
“Sammy,” John sighed, wrapping his arms around his son and sinking to the ground. He pulled the crying boy tightly to his chest, two tears rolling down his own cheeks. “You’re okay.”
“I'm sorry I didn’t pay attention when you told us how to build a fire!” Sam choked out.
“What?” John was taken aback by the statement.
“When,” Sam coughed and hiccuped into John’s coat, trying to catch his breath, “when you told us how to build fire.” Sam hiccuped again. “I didn’t listen! I’m sorry, Dad.”
John ran his hands over Sam’s hair, attempting to calm him down.
“Shh, it’s okay, Sam. I’ll teach you again. God, I’m just glad you’re okay. It’s okay, Sam. Let’s get back to the car, okay?” His words were soft, strained with emotion.
For the first time in six years, John picked Sam up and set him on his hip. Sam wrapped his arms around John’s neck and laid his head on his shoulder. John carried Sam back through the woods, using the moon as a guide through the trees. Sam’s hiccups slowly turned to deep and even breaths as he fell asleep, the familiar scent of leather and aftershave helping him along.
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