A home. That's all Delaney Taylor is looking for. Everyone wants a place to belong, especially someone who's been without one for so long.
Delaney is a strong-willed girl with a heart of gold who's been through more than she deserves.
From being pa...
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I woke up to small wines and a moist tongue on my cheek.
"Eww," I yelled ruffling Milo's fur lovingly. He was really enjoying he new house–or my dad's house.
We'd moved in, just me and Milo. Xavier's stuff was here, but all I had of him were some clothes and the letters he had sent.
It hadn't even been long enough to complain, yet I still felt like my heart was going to burst out of my chest each and every time there was a knock on the door.
"Come on, Milo. Time to go get ready." I dragged myself through the habits of getting ready.
I showered, leaving my hair down to dry naturally. I wrapped a towel around my body, going into my closet.
I had tons of clothes, but still mostly wore Xavier's. They made me feel closer to him, even if he was far away. They felt like a hug from him. Especially his giant sweatshirts.
I dropped my towel, shimmying into my panties and bra.
I wore a dark green skirt with small buttons in the front. It wasn't too long, but it wasn't too short either.
I paired it with a tight black shirt that had cut-out shoulders.
Once I was dressed, I put on makeup. I wore foundation and mascara.
I chose some dark green velvet heals that matched my skirt.
I grabbed my purse, shoving my wallet and phone in there.
"Come on, Milo. Time to go see the kiddos," I grinned at Milo's happy barks as I lacked on his leash.
We made our way out of the house, locking up behind. I walked down my driveway, waving at the neighbors. They were all friendly around here.
The lady next door had a husband who was serving overseas too. Others were stationed on base. Overall, the area was great. I couldn't help but imagining raising a whole family here.
It also wasn't too far away from Scott's house. Nathan's apartment was only a few minutes from here on foot. He moved a few weeks ago, deciding he wanted a change.
And the group home was walking distance as well. It was the perfect opportunity.
I had been thinking about what to do with my life, and decided that I wanted to help kids in similar situations to my own.
So I though about fostering. And got my license to foster kids.
After talking this over with Xavier, of course. He was happy for me, and supported me one-hundred percent.
