Stephanie stood alone in the visitation room, with both her parents' coffin. "Till death do us part." Stephanie whispered to herself. She was ready to say her last goodbyes.
"Well, I guess this is the last time I'll be seeing you. I will come by and see your grave everyday I can, but with school and everything I really don't know how much that'll be." Stephanie sighed. "Thank you for adopting me and taking me as your own, even though I was white. You made me a part of a family. Something I would never have gotten if my birth mom kept me, or aborted me. You two were truly amazing people. No one can ever take your place in my heart." Stephanie paused and whiped away tears that fell down her cheeks. "Mom, Dad, I hardly ever told you, but I love you." Stephanie just broke down and cried. "I love you." she whispered again.
The next week passed in a blur. Stephanie had appointments with lawyers about inheritence, appointments with social workers. You name, she had to do it. Stephanie sat in her room packing her things. She was going to miss this house, she looked around and sighed.
"Stephanie," she heard a voice call. She ran down the stairs to see Brian in a wheelchair and Nick standing behind him.
"Brian!" she shouted happily, throwiing her arms around him. Brian hugged Stephanie back. Stephanie was so happy to see Brian out of the hospital.
"When did you get out?" she asked him excitedly.
"Got out this morning." He told her, his blue eyes twinkling as he watched Stephanie.
"But you weren't-"
"I know, but I got out early. Besides I missed Tyke." Brian said smiling. Stephanie hugged him again. 'I love being in her arms.' Brian thought.
"I know how we can celebrate." Nick said, breaking Brian's thoughts.
"How?" Stephanie and Brian asked in unison.
"I would say party, but Brian can't very well party. Let's go out for dinner, just us three." Nick said drapping his arm around Stephanie's shoulders. Brian's heart stopped. They looked so good together, both smiling happily. He sighed. 'Yeah but she's not living with him, and they're not going out anymore, so you don't hafta worry." Brian told himself, trying to reassure himself, but it wasn't working.
"Sounds good." Brian smilied weakly.
