Age Is Just A Number

Holly Starr is a 14 year old girl with black hair with red streaks,chocolate brown eyes,and is also emo.She was born with a low self esteem,and also without parents.They gave her up for adoption at the age of two,they didn't want her.She's been adopted twice,once when she was seven,and once when she was ten.But none of them worked out.Nobody wants an emo daughter,she's different from the other kids at the agency.One day an eighteen year old guy named Kellin Quinn comes to the agency,looking for a kid.Holly doesn't think he'll pick more to find out.


11. Meet Destinee (Barham) Quinn

"So how does it feel to be twenty-three baby?" Destinee smiles.

"Alright. I guess..." I smile back.

   I thought when I lost Holly five years ago that I'd end up dying of the pain, but then I found Destinee. We met four years ago at the cemetery when I was visiting Cope and Holly, she was visiting her father who had passed two years before of a heart attack. We instantly clicked, because of how much we had in common and how much we could understand each others pain.

   She was a year younger than me, and a beautiful fiery redhead with a strong heart. No matter what obstacle was in her path, she managed to stay strong and fight it until she could pass. She was the one who taught me to deal with the pain.

   I even formed my new rising band Sleeping With Sirens because of her. Her brother is Gabe Barham, and when she introduced me to him two months earlier, he asked me to join his band. There were four members and they were looking for a vocalist, when they heard me sing they automatically chose me with no doubts.

"I've been meaning to talk to you about something dear," she frowns.

   She looks so nervous, and I want to put her mind at ease, she knows she can ask me anything, she is my wife after all. I kiss her while running my tongue across the bottom of her lip, she lets me in and we play with our tongues for a while. I pull away after a few minutes and she grins happily.

"Well. The next time we...ya know. I don't want protection," she mumbles nervously.

"Why?" I ask dumbfoundedly.

"I-I...want a baby," she murmurs with her eyes averted.

   I stare at her incomprehensible. I knew the time to have another child would come soon, but I'm still unsure. It feels wrong, it would be like replacing my Cope, and as I said before nobody can do that. 

"I dunno," I sigh.

"Please! We've been married for a year now, and I don't want to wait to be a mom anymore," she pleads.

   I stare into her beautiful hazel eyes, they look so desperate. I can't help but feel bad, why make her wait for parenthood just because I can't move on from my past? I sigh in defeat and nod my head yes in answer. She squeals in excitement and kisses me on the cheek, then dances off dreamily into the kitchen to finish dinner.

   That girl is way too innocent. As a teenager she never even considered drugs or alcohol or smoking or cutting to solve or help with her problems. She'd never had one single grade any lower than a B. She had been come on to by several guys, which was not a surprise, considering how beautiful she is. Not even once did she let them do anything, she wanted to lose her virginity when she was married, and that's exactly what happened when we became husband and wife.

   She went through college and graduated with a Bacherlors degree just a few months ago. She found her dream job as a manager of a huge new clothing company. We almost never fight, and when we do it doesn't even last five minutes, you just can't be mad at this girl, it's almost impossible to.

"Kell! Spaghetti's ready!" She shouts from the kitchen.

   I walk in the kitchen and see an amazing looking buttercream black and white cake on the kitchen table. I stare at it with a smile.

"You like it? I spent all day baking it," she asks hopefully.

   I walk over to where she's standing by the oven in that old grey apron that her grandmother gave her before she passed. I wrap Destinee in my arms and bury my face in her straight, long, strawberry blonde hair. She clings to me lovingly.

"It's just perfect, like you," I whisper, making her giggle.


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