2 Years later ......................
Yasmine's POV
2 years. It's been 2 years since we said our vows together. Cara and I never have been happier. Of course there were a few bumps on the road but we manage to handle it together. How is life after marriage? Let's just say there are a lot of challenges. But believe me, it makes our relationship stronger.
Our wedding, well, we planned for a normal wedding ceremony. Held at one of grandpapa's private property in some island I have no idea how to pronounce. We had our first dance together. We had our father daughter dance. Yes, I dance with her dad! It's horrifying!!!
Cara's dad was scary. There was a time where I accidentally step on his shoe. And he glared at me! Now I know where Cara has her sexy glare. I am not a horrible dancer but I can't dance with pressure. Then, my sister and Cara's sisters decide to have a little surprise where they decide to sing for us at the wedding. Let's just say my ear has never heard such horrible voice ever.
No reporters were invited. We let the public know when Cara and I post a picture in Cara's social media with caption 'With Wifey'. Let's just say, when we arrived in LA, there were hundreds of people waiting for us. It's not fun at all.
Cara decided to try her luck in acting after months of our marriage. After her first movie, she's been received a lot of script. I on the other hand, have been flying everywhere. Sometime I will bring my hot and sexy wife. I'm proud to call her my wife. She's mine. All mine!
After 2 years of living just us, we decided to have a kid. Obviously neither of us want to experienced the pregnancy process, we turn to another option, adopting. Cara insisted we have a girl. I just followed whatever my queen said.
Today is our first time meeting this kid at the orphanage. Not younger than 8 not older than 14. Let's hope today being joy to us......
Cara's POV
Today I'm going to be a mum! Mummy! I like that. Yasmine is driving and we just can't hold our excitement anymore. It's been months after we requested a specific age and yesterday the orphanage call said they have two possible kids.
After marrying Yasmine, my life is complete. I found my love and my heart yearning for her every day. Our love get stronger by day and now our family will be more complete, with this kid. After hours of driving actually only 20 minutes, Yasmine finally stop in front of a really run down building.
Not horrible, but really old building. Yasmine killed the car engine and looked at me. "Ready darling?" she asked me with smiling face. I laughed "You look like a kid in a candy store," she laughed with me and we proceed to the front door.
"You must be Mrs. and Mrs. Christ-Delevingne," an old lady maybe in her 50's greeted us. We smiled and shake her hand. "I'm Cara. This is my wife Yasmine," she smiled. "I am Bridget. Let's go to my office," we nodded and I quickly held Yasmine's hand.
We walked in a room with files scattered everywhere in the room. "Sorry, I don't have the time to clean everything. Please, take a seat," she politely invited us. Yasmine looked at me with pleading look when she noticed a day old sandwich on the seat.
I glared at her and she slowly pushes the sandwich to the ground. After 2 years, she still scared of my glared. I mentally laughed at her. We both took the seat in front of Bridget. "Let's see," she was reaching for a file at her table.
"We have 2 possible kids. Arisa, she was sent here 2 years ago. But her history is not something we have to take lightly. Brooke, well she's here after her parent's was killed in a car accident. She's a great kid," she hands us the files.
Yasmine and I looked at the files and our mind spoke itself without even talking to each other. We want Arisa. "We want Arisa," Yasmine simply said. "Seriously? You want to adopt a kid with such trouble past?" Bridget questions us.
"Not to be rude, but everyone has their story. Everyone make mistake. We want to meet her now," Yasmine demanded. Bridget nodded and tells us to follow her. We walked towards a stair to the second floor. My heels clicking on the horrible wooden floor afraid I might punch a hole in them.
We walked through series of doors. I can hear screams of kids, some having fun, some even making a lot of messed. We stopped in front of a door. Bridget knocked. "JUST OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR," Yasmine smiled at the screamed. Yes, she finally found her desire kid.
Bridget turned the knob and we were greeted by a very disturbing scene. There are no beds, just mattress. The walls were filled with molds. Clothes are everywhere, I looked around and I don't see a wardrobe or even a dresser. How can kids live in such place?
"Arisa, they are folks want to meet you," Bridget turned to us. "Come in, I will be in my office," with that she left us alone with Arisa. We looked around, there's no sign of Arisa everywhere. I was about to looked at picture where a voice suddenly startled me.
"What do you people want? I told everything I know. It was self defense! He was the one who tried to rape me!" she literally yelled at me. I looked at this goddess looking kid with her golden hair that compliments her soft green eyes. Her facial feature is flawless.
Yasmine cleared her throat. "We are not the police. We want to adopt you," Arisa's eye change from anger to I don't know, relieve?
Arisa's POV
What the hell? They want to adopt a trouble kid like me? No, this is all a dream. No one in their right mind will adopt me after read my files. "Hi my name is Yasmine," the blonde lady says and he point to this other lady. "That's my wife, Cara," "Hello," this Cara chick have thick British accent.
Yasmine and Cara, those names sound familiar to me somehow. Oh yes! It's that power couple that my nemesis Ashley keep talking about in cafeteria. She worshipped this British woman like a goddess. "Hi," I answer them rudely.
What? I've been yelled at a lot for what I didn't even do. School was hell for me. I don't need this couple to add more problems in my life. "How old are you?" Yasmine chick asked me. "I am 14. You know you guys can sit anywhere." I offered and they both looking around the room.
I smirked. "On the floor," Yasmine's expression change and she quickly look at the British woman who is already at the floor, sitting. "Love, come sit next to me," Yasmine shake her head vigorously. I can see the British girl glared at her.
Yasmine slowly walked to her and sit down. "Sorry Arisa, my wife here never act normal in her life," she smiled. I stopped cleaning the bed and sit in front of them, sloppily. "Look, from what you two currently wearing, obviously I'm not the person who will be perfect to be your kid," I started.
"I was born poor. No silver spoon whatsoever. I was bullied since I can walk. My school life suck, I fight a lot and I have scars all over my body. I'm not a genius; I'm just a normal girl. Look I'm dumb. And by looking at the car you two came with," I laughed without humor.
"I'm so out of your league. Maybe you can adopt Brooke. She's a diva," I finished. Yasmine smiled and look at her wife. "Cara, she's perfect," Cara nodded. "Look kid, we don't need a diva. We had met so much diva we hated them," Yasmine said, still smiling.
"What my wife trying to say is we want you. We want to be your mums. If you don't mind having lesbians mum that is. We can change your life. We want you," Cara said as if pleadingly. "Look, we don't care about scars," Yasmine started and start pulling her shirt upright.
"I have scars as well," I was eyeing her scars. That's look so deep. And is that a gunshot wound?! This woman is bad ass! "Besides, we can clean your records. We don't mind. So, Arisa, will you have the honors to be a Christ-Delevingne?" Cara said and I think my mouth literally dropped to the floor.
"Christ-Delevingne?! THE Christ-Delevingne?" they both nodded. I turned my head to Cara. "YOU'RE A SUPERMODEL! YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THE TEEN AT SCHOOL WORSHIP YOU!" I literally am screaming at her. She chuckled.
Well they seem nice. Maybe I should. "So you two sincerely want me?" they smiled. "Is that a yes?" Cara asked me and I nodded slowly. Yasmine stood up and scream 'yay'. "Great, I'll meet Miss rude Bridget downstairs," she walked out of the door and it's just Cara and I in the room.
"Let's pack," I stopped her and took a bag from the floor. "That's in?" I nodded. "We need shopping. A lot of shopping," she said as she eyeing me. I hope I make the right decision......
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CHAPTER 23 .... ENJOY
XOXO
JAC