We went back to Alexander’s apartment after getting Lucy. Xander and Lucy had been sitting on the couch. He was fussing at her for running off.
    “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me where you were going,” Xander’s lip curled up.
    “I didn’t think you cared! You aren’t my damned guardian!” Lucy spat back defensively.
    “Maybe not, but I care about you Lucy. I love you,” Xander looked down. My eyes were open wide, but I pretended like I wasn’t there.
    “I-I love you, too,” Xander leaned in and kissed Lucy. I wanted to stand up and say something, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. The display of love was too sweet. Alexander walked in the room, and looked at them wide eyed as I was. I looked up at him, and took his hand. Alexander looked down at me, stunned. I grinned and shook my head. Xander pulled back. Lucy blushed and looked over at Alexander and me.
    “If you two are done sucking each other’s faces we would like to go check on those adoption papers,” Alexander said with a grin.
    “Sounds good,” Lucy stood, Xander behind her looking smug. Lucy walked up front with Alexander. I hung in the back with Xander.
    “How was it?” I asked, trying to be supportive of my soon to be adopted son.
    “What?” he asked.
    “The kiss,” I said in a duh tone.
    “Oh, it was…Great,” Xander said. “I really do love her, Damien. It’s just odd knowing we will live together.” A small dose of fear in his eyes.
    “But you won’t be related,” I said hoping that would comfort him.
    “Are you and Alexander not-”
    I interrupted him, “No, as far as I’m concerned. I don’t believe in marriage. I’m perfectly happy with the way our relationship is now.” Xander nodded and we said nothing until we arrived at Social Services. Stacey sat at the front desk. Uh-oh not again, I thought.
    “Well, if it isn’t the demon child, Lucy and the psychotic psychologist, Damien,” Stacey said regarding Lucy and I.
    “If you’re talking about my child, and the love of my life, then I believe we are going to have a problem, miss,” said Alexander defensively. I elbowed him in the ribs; I didn’t want him to be arguing with her.
    “Oh, Dr. Laveney. Are you here after eight years to adopt your child?” Stacey asked cruelly. We had called about the appointment, and they must’ve filled Stacey in on the details. “Mrs. Blevins is in the other room. You should go help her fill out the forms.”
    I took Alexander’s hand as we went to join a woman who reminded me of Grey. Mrs. Blevins was a petite woman, though. She also had a kinder face. As we walked through the glass door, I heard Stacey yell, “The homosexuals’ burn in hell!”
    I started to turn around, to give that vile woman a piece of my mind, but Alexander grabbed my arm. I heard Lucy and Xander making nasty remarks to Stacey as they sat out in the lobby. “If I ever get my hands on that woman…” I mumbled to myself, disturbed by Stacey’s unprofessional behavior.
    Alexander squeezed my hand, “Don’t worry about it. She will see one day,” How was this man so optimistic?
    “Damien. Alexander. Glad you could join me,” Mrs. Blevins smiled up at us brightly. Her blue eyes were shining.
    “Not a problem,” Alexander smiled, and took a seat in one of the black, plastic chairs beside of Mrs. Blevins. I glanced around awkwardly. There weren’t any more chairs in the room. Alexander looked up at me curiously, and then realized what I was being weird over. He patted his leg, a gesture for me to sit on his lap. That wouldn’t be uncomfortable at all. For us to be on each other while your kid’s foster mom was in the room. Alexander gave me a dubious look, and I sighed sitting on his lap.
    “Umm,” Mrs. Blevins looked at us with a slightly disturbed expression on her face. “Are you two…?”
    “Yes. Is that a problem?” Alexander asked defensively.
    “I just don’t think Lucy should be around such behavior,” Mrs. Blevins said wrinkling her nose in disgust.
    “Maybe we don’t think she should be under the influence of you,” I said, getting pissed off.
    “What? I’m a better parent than one of you two faggots could ever be,” That was the final straw. I bounded off Alexander’s lap, and hit the woman in the face.
    “Clearly not if you’re using that kind of language!” I shouted. “All you are is just a plastic woman, with a plastic relationship! I know mine is real! I actually had to work to get it, and I couldn’t love him more!” I yelled.
    Mrs. Blevins gave me a look that could kill. “I best believe you keep your mouth shut.”
    “Make me,” I hissed. My lip curled back slightly. Mrs. Blevins tackled me to the floor. We were rolling around, screaming, kicking, punching, and I even bit her once. Alexander tried to stop the fight, but it was no use. Stacey stormed in, the kids hot on her trail.
    “This is against regulation!” She said loudly. We ignored her, still rolling around on the floor like animals. “Mrs. Blevins!” Stacey shrieked. We both looked up. “Go home!” Mrs. Blevins gave her an irritated look, and walked out of the door.
    “Fu-” Stacey cut me off.
    “Mr. Demidov, would you and Xander please come over here?” Stacey walked us over to another station. A man with brown hair, and green eyes sat at the desk. “Deal with him about Xander. In addition, do NOT get into anymore bitch fights while in here. Thank you,” Stacey walked away as I rolled my eyes. Xander chuckled and tugged on my arm. I sat in one of the chairs. Xander beside me.
    The man talked to us about the adoption. We decided to see if Xander’s mother would let me willingly take him. The Social Worker had called her. She had said yes in a heartbeat. Although, Xander had looked hurt, he was somewhat relieved. He wouldn’t have to deal with her anymore. We went through the forms, and papers. Xander was officially mine.
    We waited outside for Lucy and Alexander to walk out.