1 week later
The paperwork to foster Nahele was underway. Steve has undergone screenings and was, with the Governor’s support and the support of his team, attempting to jam weeks of foster parent training into just a couple weeks.
He has taken parental leave and grinned the entire time he filled out the appropriate paperwork for that. Nahele had blushed at Steve’s proud face and didn’t even bother to tell Steve that it wasn’t a big deal, because clearly to Steve it was the biggest deal.
They’d bought furniture for Nahels’s old room. Nahele has insisted on a bunk bed.
“I don’t care if it’s childish Steve. Danny’s over with Charlie all the time. Grace is a girl and needs her own room and stuff and Charlie cannot sleep with Danny, because Danny sleeps with you. I don’t mind sharing with Charlie; it’s kinda like having a little brother and hopefully, if you and Danny ever tie the knot, he really will be my brother.”
Steve had brought Nahele a laptop. “You’re going to need it for all the tutoring we need to do and you’ll need it for school. I can’t wait to help you with you chemistry classes, Danny will help you with math, and the team is willing to help out wherever else. It will be fun.”
Steve had Skyped Mary and Joanie, excited to introduce her to Nahele. By the end of the call, Steve had bought a ticket for Mary and Joanie to visit.
“I think it’s time we start adding on an addition to the house kid. What do you think?” Steve asked over dinner. Nahele was putting together a salad and Steve was pulling the fish off the stove.
“I think that’s a great idea…St…da…dad.”
Steve walked to the table, laid down the tray of food, turned around, put his shoulder on the back of Nahele’s neck, and pulled the kid for a tight hug.
“Yeah, I think that’s a great idea.”