Finding Perfect
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He tried really hard not to be scared all the time. He told himself he was bigger now. He didn’t need anyone. He was strong. Except when he thought like that, his chest hurt and his throat got tight and then he started crying.
He knew what would happen next. He would be sent to a foster home where he wouldn’t know the rules and the other kids would stare at him. He would try to do everything right, but he wouldn’t and then he’d get yelled at and maybe hit. And he would be alone.
From downstairs, he heard voices. Adults talking. For the first couple of days he’d waited for Raoul to come. To say he’d made a mistake, that he’d changed his mind. That he wanted Peter with him forever.
He’d thought…he’d hoped…
He shook his head. He’d been wrong. No one was coming for him. Not ever.
“Peter?”
He heard Mrs. Goodwin call his name.
“Peter, would you please come downstairs?”
Peter stood and wiped his face so no one would know he’d been crying. He moved to the landing, his head down, his shoulders hunched.
He took one step, then another. When he glanced up, he saw Raoul and Pia standing in the living room, watching him.
Without meaning to, he came to a stop and stared at them. They both looked kind of funny. Not mad, exactly but… Scared, he thought at last. Only adults didn’t get scared, did they?
Raoul walked to the bottom of the stairs and looked up at him.
“I’m sorry,” Raoul said. “For making you come here. I messed up.”
Peter shrugged. “Whatever.” He knew people were supposed to apologize, but he didn’t know why. Saying you were sorry didn’t change anything.
“No. Not whatever,” Raoul said, his gaze intent. “All I could think about was getting you away from the Folios. But there was a next step. You didn’t just need to be away from them, you needed to find your way to a real home.”
He cleared his throat. “Pia and I are getting married. We wanted to know if you’d like to come live with us.” Raoul paused. “No, that’s not right. We want to adopt you, Peter. If you’ll have us as your family.”
Peter’s whole body felt hot and cold at the same time. The words were like magic, making everything okay again. Okay for the first time in forever. Tears filled his eyes, then he was coming down the stairs so fast, he was practically flying. He launched himself at Raoul.
Raoul caught him and held him so tight it was hard to breathe, but that was okay. Peter was crying, then Pia was there, hugging them both. She was saying something about babies and puppies and his own room.
Peter didn’t understand it all and he knew it didn’t matter. All he cared about was that he’d finally found a place to belong. A family with people who loved him. Raoul’s strong arms held him. Pia kissed his cheek and smoothed away his tears.
For the first time since the car accident, he looked up at the ceiling and knew his parents really were watching him from heaven.
“You can stop being sad now,” he whispered. “I’m going to be okay.”
He knew what would happen next. He would be sent to a foster home where he wouldn’t know the rules and the other kids would stare at him. He would try to do everything right, but he wouldn’t and then he’d get yelled at and maybe hit. And he would be alone.
From downstairs, he heard voices. Adults talking. For the first couple of days he’d waited for Raoul to come. To say he’d made a mistake, that he’d changed his mind. That he wanted Peter with him forever.
He’d thought…he’d hoped…
He shook his head. He’d been wrong. No one was coming for him. Not ever.
“Peter?”
He heard Mrs. Goodwin call his name.
“Peter, would you please come downstairs?”
Peter stood and wiped his face so no one would know he’d been crying. He moved to the landing, his head down, his shoulders hunched.
He took one step, then another. When he glanced up, he saw Raoul and Pia standing in the living room, watching him.
Without meaning to, he came to a stop and stared at them. They both looked kind of funny. Not mad, exactly but… Scared, he thought at last. Only adults didn’t get scared, did they?
Raoul walked to the bottom of the stairs and looked up at him.
“I’m sorry,” Raoul said. “For making you come here. I messed up.”
Peter shrugged. “Whatever.” He knew people were supposed to apologize, but he didn’t know why. Saying you were sorry didn’t change anything.
“No. Not whatever,” Raoul said, his gaze intent. “All I could think about was getting you away from the Folios. But there was a next step. You didn’t just need to be away from them, you needed to find your way to a real home.”
He cleared his throat. “Pia and I are getting married. We wanted to know if you’d like to come live with us.” Raoul paused. “No, that’s not right. We want to adopt you, Peter. If you’ll have us as your family.”
Peter’s whole body felt hot and cold at the same time. The words were like magic, making everything okay again. Okay for the first time in forever. Tears filled his eyes, then he was coming down the stairs so fast, he was practically flying. He launched himself at Raoul.
Raoul caught him and held him so tight it was hard to breathe, but that was okay. Peter was crying, then Pia was there, hugging them both. She was saying something about babies and puppies and his own room.
Peter didn’t understand it all and he knew it didn’t matter. All he cared about was that he’d finally found a place to belong. A family with people who loved him. Raoul’s strong arms held him. Pia kissed his cheek and smoothed away his tears.
For the first time since the car accident, he looked up at the ceiling and knew his parents really were watching him from heaven.
“You can stop being sad now,” he whispered. “I’m going to be okay.”
