String Caught in a Cat's Claws

Chapter 22

Donna found herself happy to be surrounded by family again, talking with your mother and niece with you beside her. The way you clung to her arm made her feel strong, dominant. Finishing dinner and checking the time, Donna picked you up and carried you off to her bed. "It's time for bed," she whispered. She laid you down, crawling in and cuddling up beside you. "God, you two are so disgustingly affectionate," Angie piped up. "Shut up," you mumbled, drifting into sleep. Donna fell asleep, arms curled around you as she pulled you closer.

Donna felt you on top of her, the sky bright and the grass soft. Am I in a dream? Your head was on her chest, the sound of giggling in the air. Donna slowly sat up, hearing you give a soft hum. There were children running around. Children? Three, not counting Angie. Three foster children, your children. Our children. Donna looked around more. The manor was larger now and there was a swing set and a fence to block off the woods and cliff.

When Donna woke up, she squeezed you tightly and nuzzles into your neck. I want a family. She smiled, pressing kisses to the back of your neck. I want to raise children with you.

When morning rolled around, Donna went to the kitchen and started to prepare breakfast. Waffles, eggs, and blueberry muffins. She placed the food on the table, everyone now being awake. You leaned up against Donna, wrapping your arms around her and kissing her exposed shoulder. "Good morning, my love." Your words made Donna's heart fly, a smile creeping onto her lips. "I want to start a family, with you." Donna hesitated for your response. When she turned to face you, she saw the biggest smile on your face, the way you bounced up and down in excitement made her bounce in excitement as well. "Adoption or sperm donor?" Donna gently grabbed your hands, giving them a kiss. "Adoption. Three beautiful children, two girls and one boy." You nodded to Donna's request.

The thought of adoption made Donna excitable, more lively. "What's got you two so excited?" Donna looked over, seeing your father. "(Y/N) and I are planning to adopt." She watched your father's expression drop from curiosity to disappointment. "And what makes you think you can adopt? Look at you." Donna felt her face heat up. What is that supposed to mean? Rage washed over her, prompting her to walk over. With a fluid motion of her arm, she placed her hand over his neck, slamming him into the wall. "What is that supposed to mean? You think I can't have a family with (Y/N)?" She tightened her grip, looking when she heard you call her name from another room. "This isn't finished." Donna slammed him against the wall again, dropping him and walking over to see you. "Yes, my darling?"