When Lia and Mallory got back from the grocery store (and put the groceries away, of course), Lia asked if she should check for a reply about their plans for adoption. Mallory excitedly nodded.
"Ms. Gallagher,
Thank you for your interest in adopting. Your kind heart is very much appreciated. At this moment, we do happen to have a couple children that would love to meet you and fit your specifications. I only have a couple spots open to come and speak with you. Those would be tonight at 6:30, and tomorrow at noon. I reccomend a noon visitation, because I would not be able to speak with you very long tonight. I would also be able to bring the kids for you to meet.
Sincerely,
Jean Dorsette"
Lia looked up from the screen at Mallory, who was reading over her shoulder. "Tomorrow at noon?" she asked. Mallory nodded, smiling broadly.
Lia, feeling wonderful to have made Mallory so happy, stood to hug her wife.
"Lia, honey... Did you tell her we're both women?"
Lia frowned. "No, and they shouldn't have a problem with it. Gay people get married. It happens. If she has any issues with it, that's her problem."
Mallory smiled. Lia could be so blunt. Then a thoughtful look came across her face, "Um, sweetie? ...Won't we need some cribs and stuff?"
Lia paused, "Oh. Oops."
The girls got into a long discussion about what they would need, and made a list. Lia happened to still have a lot of her baby stuff packed away in the garage, and they could use the empty room down the hall for the kids, for now. But what about when they got older? They'd need their own space.
Lia looked through her things in the garage. She found a crib and a highchair. They'd have to get everything. So much money. She looked at Mallory, who was beaming with happiness. But so worth it.
It was getting pretty late now. They'd have to do more shopping in the morning. This shopping trip wouldn't be their usual grocery list. This would be their first shopping trip for baby stuff. Diapers, and bottles, and wipes, and formula, and toys, and clothes and...
It was already beginning to be so much work.
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