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Can't Do This Alone

Warnings: Parent Elizabeth Olsen & Robbie Arnett. Mostly Fluff and Humour, Pregnancy,

"Hey mom, hey Robbie!" You shout with a wide smile as you enter the house, a tray of takeaway coffee in one hand and the keys to the house in the other.

"Ah my sweet girl." Your mom, Elizabeth Olsen, practically sprints down the hallway wrapping her arms around you and you have to lift your arms up and out the way to make sure you don't spill the drinks.

"Hello mother." You beam with a cheeky smile, earning a small hit to your shoulder.

"What have I said about calling me mother, you make me feel old when you do and I'm not that old." You look past her to Robbie who is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and a small smile as he watches the interaction.

"Hello fake Jesus." He rolls his eyes, giving you the middle finger but chuckling as your mother looks at him shaking her head.

"Robbie tell our daughter that 33 is still very young and calling me mother is very rude." Robbie pushes himself off the wall walking towards you, a hand on your shoulder kissing your temple.

"Don't call your mother, mother. It makes her feel like an old woman." You chuckle as he gives you a wink, both of you laughing when you hear Lizzie grumble to herself.

"Well thanks for the coffee but why are you here?" Your mom snatches the cup that has 'Wanda' as the name, taking a sip of it and looking at you over the edge of your lid.

"Can a daughter not visit her mom randomly from time to time?" You raise a brow heading into the house more and straight to the kitchen opening up the fridge.

"She comes into my house, calls me mother, doesn't let us know she is coming and is now ransacking the fridge." You peek your head out from the fridge door with a shy smile and you see the loving smile on your mom's face so look back to the food selection. "What are you looking for darling?"

"I don't know but I'm craving something and I will know when I find it." Sighing when you don't see it in the fridge, closing the door and leaning against it.

"So what can we do for you kiddo?" You grumble at Robbie's nickname for you.

"Right, right." You shuffle over to the island sitting down on the stool your mother and Robbie doing the same opposite you, your leg bouncing slightly.

"Honey you okay?" You look at your mom nodding.

"Mhmm, just a little nervous. I'm more nervous about this than I was the day you officially adopted me actually mum." Lizzie smiles at the memory before making her way over to you wrapping her arm around your back.

So there's that too. Being 21 and being the daughter of Elizabeth Olsen had always made people question it whenever articles popped up. Until Elizabeth revealed that during the time she was single, the time between her ex and Robbie, she had adopted you who at the time were 17: her being 27. It had taken only a few months for you to call her mom, and she cried dramatically when you first said it after a nightmare. Then she introduced you to Robbie who you got along with straight away and even though you don't call him dad (even after they got married), he never forced the idea on you, and you were certainly more of a 'daddy's girl than anything. Not that lizzie minded, she loved you both and she loved the bond the two of you have.

"What's going on sweetie?" Lizzie's voice brings you out of your thoughts, your hand taking a folded envelope from your jacket pocket handing it to your mom. "What's this?"

"Uh, well. If you open it you'll find out and then we can talk about it I guess." You look down at your hands on the counter fiddling with your rings listening to Lizzie opening the envelope.

"Honey." Lizzie gasps and you close your eyes not wanting to see her reaction. "Is this what I think it is? Is this you?" Lizzie turns the picture of the echo around

"Yeah, I got it a few days ago. I had to be sure."

"You're pregnant?" Lizzie lets out under her breath.

"Mhmm I most really am." Your leg starts bouncing more and you squeeze your eyes shut willing the tears away as the emotions boil inside you.

"Are we happy about this or not?" You look at your mom surprised at her question, expecting her to be angry or disappointed but when you see nothing but love in her eyes you let out a teary chuckle.

"I'm happy. So happy." You're pulled from the stool as your mom squeals, wrapping you into a tight hug and you turn your head to look at Robbie holding out your arm and making a grabby hand. "You're included in this."

"Are you s…?"

"Robbie get your ass over here before I drag you over here. Our daughter is having a baby and she wants a hug." Robbie is quick to get to his feet at the stern tone from Lizzie but as soon as he wraps his arms around you all three of you break into happy tears. "Who's the father?"

"Some one night stand. I didn't stay long enough to get his name." You shrug feeling your mom's body tenses for a second at your explanation before she presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"Okay sweetie. We are here for you whenever you need. I'm so proud of you and happy for you, don't ever think that will change."

"Thanks mom." You mumble before turning around and hugging Robbie properly. "Thanks Rupert."

"I didn't do anything, but you're welcome." He rests his chin on top of your head wrapping his arms around you and gently squeezing.

"You make mom happy, so thank you."

♤♡◇♧

"Hey kiddo what's up?" Robbie's chirpy voice makes you huff out a laugh down the phone.

"I need you and mom. My water broke and I'm alone in my apartment and … just I need you guys. please."

"Okay sweetie, okay can you stay on the phone for me."

"Ye-yeah." You grit your teeth letting out a grunt of pain as another contraction hits you.

"Lizzie, Lizzie come on. Yes she is on the phone. Yeah you drive. Okay sweetie we are on our way, we are gonna get an ambulance out to you too." You gasp as the contraction finally subsides and you lean back against the back of the couch groaning.

"Who ever said birth was a beautiful thing was probably a fucking man because this shit hurts and I'm not even giving birth yet. Oh I don't want to do this any more. Nope I want a refund, this was not in the description." You hear Robbie chuckle and your mom mumbling to herself. "I'm one speaker aren't I?"

"Yes sweetie but it's okay, it's gonna be okay." Your mom's voice makes you smile using her best acting skills to sound calm but you know she is freaking out.

"I can't do this by myself." You feel the tears building in your eyes. "I can't raise this kid on my own. I'm not ready to be a parent. I don't know how to be a parent. I was never taught things from a young age how I am meant to do that for this kid."

"Sweetie you are going to be an amazing mom."

"No, mom. My parents died when I was 5 and I've only had a mom for 4 years, and you've done an amazing job but I was practically grown up and went through life by myself. I had no idea how to raise myself so how am I meant to do that for my own child."

"Honey, no parent is ever ready. You have me and your mom here. You have our families and friends here too. You are not going through this alone. You have so much support around you. Just because you didn't have someone for you most of your life doesn't mean that that's what it's going to be like for your little one. You wouldn't let that happen."

"Robbie, I'm scared. I want what's best for this baby and what if I'm not it. I'm 21, living in an apartment building with no one to shout 'honey I'm home' too. I should have stayed and got the dad's name. He has a child he doesn't even know about. I'm a terrible human."

"Hey none of that." Robbie's stern but caring voice makes you bite your lip to silence yourself. "You are strong, you are amazing and you are going to be that as a mother as well. You don't need to know everything and it's not always going to be easy. But the love you will share with your child, making sure they have everything they need. You will raise them the way you know you wanted to be raised. You have so much support behind you but I know that you are going to do an amazing job with or without it."

"I'm scared."

"I know sweetie. But me and Robbie will be here through it all."

"I love you both so much."

"We love you too kiddo."

"Alright jesus 2.0 enough bleurgh feelings how long till you get here….Fuck! This hurts so bad!" You drop your phone next to you as one hand moves to your back, the other gripping the arm of the couch as another contraction hits you.

"You are doing great honey. We are almost there, stay on the phone. Look, there's the ambulance." You let out a sigh of relief when the pain subsides and you pick up your phone pressing it back to your ear.

"By the way mom, aunty Aubrey needs to know because she is gonna be hella mad if she doesn't make it to the birth. Oh and aunty Scarly, oh and, and we need to tell her she is going to be the godmother, I never got around to that." You ramble trying to get your mind off the fact you might give birth, alone in your one bedroom apart with a cactus as your only company.

"Sweetie we are just pulling up, we are going to be with the paramedics."

"Oh thank god I want to get to the hospital and want them to pump me full of their best drugs and get this baby outta me!" You shout down the phone another contraction hitting you hard, your mind blank from anything but the pain for a moment as you squeeze your eyes shut. When they open your mom his standing in front of you. "Mom."

“We are here sweetie, just breathe for me.” Lizzie cups your cheeks smiling that smile that easily makes you relax and smile back, well grimace as the pain slowly subsides.

“Where is Robbie?” You look up and realise he is not there until your mom points behind you.

“You have no pants on sweetie, he is just being respectful.” You turn your head to see Robbie facing the wall giving you a thumbs up over his shoulder.

“You got this kiddo.”

“Doesn’t feel like it.” You look back to your mom the paramedics crouched down next to her taking some things out of their bag.

“So we are just gonna take your blood pressure and do our thing then get you to the hospital.” One of the paramedics says as he stands to start taking your vitals.

“Sure sounds like a plan.” Lizzie shifts to behind the couch her hands gently placed on your shoulders giving them a gentle squeeze every now and again. “The quicker the better.”

“You are doing great, these little checks won’t take longer than 10 maybe 15 minutes and we will get you off to the hospital. It's just so we can keep an eye on them and then once we transfer you to the Doctors and nurses they know what’s happening.” The younger of the two paramedics sweetly says your eyes meet hers and you can’t help the smile that grows on your face at the kindness you see.

“So do I get the drugs now or at the hospital?” Everyone in the room chuckles as you watch the young woman bring out a small device and bottle of gel.

“You should get them at the hospital, we are just here to get you there in one piece.” The lady puts on her gloves taking the bottle of gel giving it a small shake. “So this is a portable echo machine, it's just so we can check the baby's heartbeat, if that’s okay?”

“Sure go ahead, but if you’re going to touch the bump I would like to know your name so I don’t have to keep calling you paramedic one and two in my head.”

“My name is Jason. This lovely and very smart young woman is Hannah.” The blonde bows her head slightly, as Jason smirks to himself and you tilt your head in amusement.

“Well Hannah, you have my permission to use some cold as fuck gel and touch the bump.” Robbie laughs and you turn your head to look at him as he shakes his head covering his mouth with his hand. “Robbie come here, I only don’t have pants on, stand behind mum if you want but don’t be the weirdo who stands in the corner.”

“Alright sweetie, I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” You look back to Hannah who opens the cap of the bottle holding it over the bump looking at you.

“Go ahead.” Jason smiles to himself as he looks at his watch counting whatever he is counting while also looking at the pressure gauge … thing. You are a cinematographer not a doctor, you just sit there and let them do their job and try to understand all the medical jargon.

“It’s gonna be a little cold, but I’m sure you know this, and then we are gonna find that heartbeat to make sure the little one is doing good. Then we can get you in the ambulance and get you to the hospital.” Even though you have heard this many times before, the way Hannah smiles at you while she explains it is completely different from when the nurses who do it everyday tell you the same thing.

“Anyone have any good baby names?” You startle a little when your mom's face comes into view next to you with scrunched brows.

“You haven't chosen a name yet?” Her pitch went up an octave in disbelief.

“Well I don’t know what I’m having so I was thinking of maybe a gender neutral name so it doesn't really matter if it's a girl or a boy.” You gasp not expecting the sudden coldness on your bump and Hannah sends you an apologetic smile, then you turn to your mom frowning.

“What’s wrong sweetie?”

“I’m going to be single forever.” You pout while your mom chuckles, shaking her head with a smile.

“No you won’t. Honey, you are beautiful, anyone would be lucky to have you.”

“But I’m going to have a child, no one's gonna want a 21 year old with a child. One look at him or her and out the door they go. Bye bye love life.” You wave to nothing as you tilt your head back looking up to the ceiling.

“Sweetie stop being so dramatic, you are young. You will find your person.” You groan at your mom's optimism, turning your head to look at her and her smug smile.

“Sure.” Lizzie goes to say something back but a small and steady thumping noise takes her attention away and you and her look at Hannah who has a smile on her face as she hears it.

“Baby’s heartbeat sounds strong. Right, I think it's time we get you two to the hospital.” She starts to pack up her equipment taking a quick glance at your mom and Robbie. “And your mom and dad can follow in the car as we won’t be speeding with blue lights and sirens, no need for the rush at this point.”

“Well I will go get the car ready and me and your mom will meet you at the hospital.” Robbie leans down to kiss your temple and you grab his hand giving it a squeeze.

“Thank you. Right, let's get going.” You grimace the pain in your lower back making it hard for you to move but your mom gently places her hands under your arms while Hannah easily grabs your hand and together the three of you get you standing up.

“Right it looks like your mom and Hannah have got you, so if you guys follow me down to the ambulance we can get going.” Jason picks up the bags that both of them brought in and he smiles smugly at Hannah. “You’re welcome.”

“What’s that about?” Your mom asks softly and Hannah waves her off.

“Just Jason being Jason.”

“Well he seems to be a man with a plan, or many plans.” You smirk at Hannah, whose cheeks turn a light shade of pink biting her lip and you smile victoriously to yourself.

“Okay, we are going to take this one step at a time, literally since the elevator in this place is broken. We take our time and stop when you need a breather or whenever you get a contraction.” Hannah explains softly as she wraps her arm around your waist, her other one on your bump, while Lizzie’s arm wraps around the top of your back and her other hand on the bump too.

“Sure, sure. One small baby step at a time.” You take a step, feeling slightly embarrassed when you wobble but Lizzie and Hannah hold you up not saying anything about it.

“So I’m confused.” Hannah starts and you and your mom both glance at her as you start walking, slowly but steadily.

“About what?”

“Well when I came in here I thought you two were sisters, but then you called her mom and that's where the confusion comes in. Because you do not look old enough to have a 20 something daughter.”

“21.”

“Hmm?” Hannah looks at you and you chuckle.

“I’m 21. Moms 33.” You can see the cogs turning in her brain trying to let her figure it out but when you see her eyebrows scrunch more you chuckle softly. “I’m adopted.”

“Oh, that makes sense.” You guys have made it to the top of the stairs and you come to realise Hannah is doing her best to distract you and keep you walking.

“One step at a tiiiii-owwwwww. Fuck me get this fucking baby outta me before I throw hands.” You lean forward trying to remember your breathing techniques but this contraction is more painful than the others and all you want to do is curl up in a ball and cry. “Why the fuck do woman do this shit multiple times. Oh yes I have 15 children. How the fuck?”

“No idea sweetie.” You glare at your mom's sweet tone and she raises her brow back at you and you turn your glare to the floor.

“Just tell us when you’re ready to walk again and we will get going.” You smile at Hannah taking a deep breath and nodding that you’re good to okay.

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It took you a while, a long while, to get down the stairs each step sending shooting pains up your back but you gritted your teeth and got through it. Right now you are laying in the back of the ambulance, as Jason drives and Hannah keeps an eye on you … No your vitals. You just hope that your mom and Robbie are close by in their car following you guys to the hospital.

“So how did you end up getting adopted by Miss Olsen?” Hannah asks randomly, looking between her clipboard and the monitor.

“Mrs Arnett.”

“Hmm?” Hannah pulls her attention away from everything else, her eyes finally looking towards you which she seemed to have been avoiding for the whole time you’ve been in the ambulance.

“Mom and Robbie are married. She is officially Mrs Arnett, but she continues to use Elizabeth Olsen because that's what her work is associated with. But while we are in the ambulance you can call her Lizzie, she isn’t one for being too formal. Something about feeling old when someone calls her Miss or Mrs or ma’am.”

“Right of course, I did see somewhere they got married. So how old were you when she adopted you? If you don’t mind saying of course as I am being very nosey.” You smile shuffling up on the bed a bit and propping the pillow under your back so you are sitting up slightly, the position giving you some relief from the uncomfortable pain.

“So I was on the beach, just me and my guitar enjoying the summer sun. They had closed off some of the beach for some photoshoot or something but the part of the beach they had closed off included the area I normally go to play. It is where my birth parents would take me before they died. So of course me being a 17 year old with a constant in her life wasn’t going to let some celebrity photoshoot stop her. So I snuck around the barriers and basically ran for the bottom of the cliff heading towards these large rocks where I could hide behind and do what I wanted to do.”

“So you managed to get around the security and not get spotted?” You nod your head with a smug smile.

“I did indeed. But what I didn’t think about was the fact that they would obviously here me play and sing. Music just transports me to another realm and I forget the world around me exists.” Hannah sits up in her seat more her eyes glancing to the monitors as she notes something down then giving you her attention once more. “Everything looking good?”

“Looks great. So I’m assuming you got caught?” You laugh nodding your head.

“Oh yeah I got caught alright. This massive security guard yanked my guitar out of my hand and dragged me to my feet by the collar of my shirt. I tried to get out of his grip, not even thinking about escaping. I just wanted my guitar back. You see, it was the last thing of my dad’s I own and I was worried he was going to break it with his big man hands. So anyway, Lizzie came to the rescue telling him to put me down and give my property back.. Telling him off for grabbing me like that.”

“Awe that’s sweet of her.” You smile fondly at the memory.

“It was. So when he gave it back to me I went to run but Lizzie stopped me with her hands on my shoulders. I thought I was going to be in the shit because she was this big celebrity and I had interrupted her work, but she had this smile on her face that made me stay where I was and was so kind that I felt like I could relax. She asked me what I was singing, not the first thing I thought she would ask but as she asked it she started leading me to a small tent where I could see a few people seated. She ushered me to sit down in her seat and stood in front of me. She asked me simple questions like how was my day, where did I learn to play. That sorta thing yanno?”

“She sounds like a really sweet person. She could have let the security deal with you, or called the police for trespassing.”

“I spent the day on the photoshoot set, playing the guitar and keeping people entertained. Lizzie seemed the most interested and whenever she was on a break would always sit next to me and make conversation. Towards the end of the shoot she asked me where my parents lived so she could drop me home but when I explained that I was in a group home something changed. She gave me her number once she dropped me off and from there we started hanging out a few days a week. A few days became everyday and then everyday became me living with her unofficially until one day she sat me down and passed me this thick stack of papers. It was papers for her to officially adopt me.”

“Wow.” You look at Hannah wiping your eyes from the small amount of tears that have built up in your eyes and Hannah is quick to pass you some tissues. “Sorry, it's the hormones.”

“Don’t apologise, that story is amazing.”

“Lizzie gave me a chance and its paid off.” Your hand absentmindedly rubs across your bump and Hannah’s eyes move to watch the action.

“So is the father meeting us at the hospital as well?” The question takes you by surprise and you laugh loudly causing Hannah’s brows to scrunch in confusion.

“Oh my gosh I’m sorry. I don’t mean to laugh.” You say trying to stop yourself laughing. “I don’t even know the father. It was a stupid one night stand that should have never happened.”

“Right, well then. So what do you want, boy or girl?”

“I think I want a boy. If I was to have a girl and she grows up to have the sass and attitude I did as a teenager I don’t think I could handle it. Where with a boy I just have to deal with grumpy teenage boy smell and some attitude. Well I’m hoping that's what it's like.”

"I'm sure you weren't that bad as a teenager." You look at Hannah with a look that says it all.

"I just told you a story of how I trespassed without a care in the world and you think I wasn't a little miss attitude." You chuckle when Hannah shrugs her shoulders.

"I'm just trying to help with your nerves or at least try and make you believe that the attitude won't exist."

"Oh my god." You gap hand moving to hold Hannah's arm who raises her brow at your sudden panic. "If it's a boy it's going to have a, a. You know a thing. I don't do them I'm gay I dhardly remember sleeping with the guy who put this baby in me. What the fuck. Nope I want a girl because at least then I know what's gonna happen when those teenage years hit. I don't wanna talk about it to a boy. Nope nope, nah. You best be a girl."

"You don't do penises?" Hannah deadpans, raising her brow as her eyes dart to look at your bump.

"Alcohol lowers people's inhibitions and obviously I get less gay. Or I thought the guy was a girl, I don't know. Like I said I was drunk."

"So your like the straight girl that turns gay when alcohol gets in their system but the other way around?" Hannah jests and you roll your eyes.

"Sure alcohol makes me less gay now I have an alien trying to kick its way outta me."

"So you do, what did you say, a man with a thing and you're worried you gotta deal with a child with a thing."

"Stop calling it a thing. And no I'm just freaking out, blame the hormones."

"So now you want a girl?" Hannah chuckles and you gently slap her arm. "Ow."

"Oh shush that didn't hurt. No, I'm good. I still want a boy. I will just get Robbie to give him the talk when the time comes." Hannah chuckles, shaking her head at your antics.

"You're funny, you know that." You smile smugly nodding.

"I know." Hannah rolls her eyes as your smug smile only grows bigger.

"Hey ladies, sorry to interrupt your flirting session but we have made it to the hospital." You see Hannah’s smile falter slightly but don't have time to question it as Jason gets out to open the door and Hannah is back into paramedic mode and starts checking your vitals one last time.

"So before you hand me off to the people in there." You point to the tall hospital building tilting your head back on the bed to look at Hannah who is pushing it towards the entrance. "Could I get your number or is there some rule against going on a date with someone you've helped?"

"No there's no rule." Jason says from your side as he holds onto one of the railings to help control where the bed is going. "Isn't that right Hannah?"

"Right, right." You smile at the blush creeping up Hannah’s face and you are quick to grab the pen from her pocket.

"Pass me your hand." Hannah does so without question and you write your number on her palm ignoring the doctor who is leading them to your room. "So how about once I'm out of here you can come to mine, where I will cook and we can enjoy an inside date. Do you want me to write my address down or can you remember where you picked me up?"

"Wow you don't do subtle, do you?" Hannah’s cheeks darken and you shrug.

"Well I can be subtle but I don't have the brain capacity to be subtle while also thinking about the fact that this baby is about to rip my insides out as it decides to say hello to the world." Hannah laughs at that and it makes you smile widely then turning to look at Jason. "I still have it even when I've got an alien trying to claw its way outta me."

"And the fact that I forced Hannah to sit in the back with you." You hold your hand in the air and he is quick to high five you as Hannah grumbles to herself about his wingman skills.

"Hey sweetie." Your mom's voice brings you out of the bubble and you smile widely.

"Hey mom."

♤♡◇♧

"Hey little one." You coo down at the baby in your arms, trailing your finger softly down the nose causing it to scrunch. "So beautiful."

"Just like you sweetie." You beam up at your mom, the proud smile on her face making your heart swell her fingers weaving through your hair.

"Your mom's right kiddo." You turn to look at Robbie, his smile matching Lizzie’s.

"Do you wanna hold him dad?" Robbie’s eyes grow wide at the use of the name, tears building in both your eyes as he nods quickly holding up his arms and making grabby hands.

“Pass him here.” His voice barely a whisper as you carefully hand your new born boy over to your dad, looking at your mom who also has tears in her eyes.

“What’s his name kiddo?” You look back at Robbie who is gently swaying back and forth making silly faces as he coos at the baby.

“Max Robert Olsen.” Robbie looks back up to you with fresh tears.

“Robert?” He bites his lip looking back down at Max. “I’m gonna call you Robbie for short.”

“Of course.” You laugh at your mom as she makes her way around to Robbie, her finger gently tracing over Max’s nose before both your mom and dad look at you.

“We are so proud of you kiddo.”

“Thanks dad.”

“I can’t believe I’m already a grandmother.” Lizzie lets out a teary chuckle as she carefully takes Max from Robbie’s arms and starts walking around the room talking quietly and making faces as she does.

“So what’s going on with you and that paramedic.” Your dad nudges you shoulder with his as he sits on the edge of the bed next to you.

“I gave her my number so I’m just waiting to see if she uses it.” A quiet knock on the door brings the three of you out of the bubble, Robbie quick to open it.

“Oh my gosh look and my godson.” Scarlett makes her way to Lizzie as Aubrey makes her way to you, they weren’t allowed in the room during the birth but the smile on your face grows bigger with the way they all seem to be consumed in baby Max.

“Oh hi Y/n, how are you? I’m good, thanks feel like I’ve been pulled apart and put back together. But no no, it's fine check on the guy who caused it all.” You chuckle as the two women look over at you.

“Hey Y/n.” Aubrey says in a chipper voice, kissing your temple, before walking over to Max as Scarlett makes her way over to you pulling you into a small hug.

“Proud of you sweetie.” She kisses your temple, making her way back to Max where the older three women are easily distracted by him.

“Thank you.” Another knock at the still open door makes you all look over to the blonde standing there. “Hi Hannah, come on in.”

Hannah makes her way over to the bed taking your hand in hers giving it a light squeeze.

“Would you like to say hello?” Your mom’s soft voice pulls Hannah’s attention from yours before looking back at you for permission in which you silently nod. When you watch Hannah take Max from your mom you feel butterflies erupt and you bite your lip at the smile on her face.

“You are a cutie pie aren’t you. Just like your mama.”

In that moment, in a room surrounded by people you loved and the girl you were soon to take on a date; hopefully many more after that, you realised you were never truly alone. You know you will lean on them for support in the hard times, but you already felt like you could give Max the life he deserves as you go through life together. You smile down as Hannah passes Max back to you, taking a seat next to you as she does. You kiss the end of Max's nose causing it to scrunch in the most adorable way and when he opens his eyes and they find yours you know that everything is going to work out. You look at your mom who has the biggest smile on her face, her phone out taking a picture and tears running down her cheeks but you only have one thing on your mind.

“So when are you giving me a sibling?”

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