when + where evening, thane house
Anyone can see that things have been off in the Thane home for the last month and a half -- Even their kids have picked up on it, despite their best efforts. For Andy, it’s a question of where to go from here; He’s not upset that they stopped doing fertility treatments, but going back to ‘regular life’ after six months of trying to expand their family feels… strange. There’s no question that they want to have more children -- They’ve always dreamed of a big family, but fate always seemed to have a different plan.
The idea of adoption had always been in the back of his mind -- It’s an obvious one, given that both him and were both adopted. Sure, their lives had been a lot different than what the ideal family should be -- But when their mother wanted to have children but couldn’t have her own, she turned to a different means. It’s something he’s thought about bringing up to Rowan, but he’s not sure how to approach it. He knows she’s grieving, that she’s struggling through depression and that the topic of children would always be something that puts a weight on her shoulders. It’s complicated, to say the least, but he wants them to be able to fulfill their desires despite what Rowan’s uterus does. He always thinks about conversations in their first years of marriage, all of the times they’ve laid together and imagined what their kids would look like. They wanted four kids -- It’s something they both agreed on from the start. We want four, they’d proudly tell friends who asked about next steps and family -- More than happy to let anyone listening know that they wanted a full house.
He’d shelved the idea of bringing it up to her for about a month now, knowing they’re trying to stay afloat right now. Given the fact that he’s a felon, their chances of actually being taken seriously for adoption or even fostering a child are slim. So Andy keeps the thought to himself, deciding to do a bit of research and look into the possibility of it before even considering sitting Rowan down to ask her what she thought. The last thing he wants is for them to get involved in something like this, just to not have it pan out. It isn’t until he’s dropping Maddie off at a summer painting class at the community center that a flyer catches his eye -- An orientation class for parents looking to foster and/or adopt. Admittedly, he stares at it for a minute, having an internal debate over whether or not to bring home one of the fliers -- Before he eventually snatches one, folds it and tucks it into the pocket of his cut.
He keeps the flyer in his pocket for three days, feeling the weight of it each time he pulls on his cut. Andy goes over and over what he’ll say to her when the time is right, how he’ll broach the subject -- Before eventually finding himself with a moment alone with Rowan. The kids are asleep, Wes is nowhere to be found (He makes a note to bring up approaching him about moving out to her -- But decides to save that conversation for another time), and they’re left alone in the house for the night. He’s returned late, having gotten caught up in taking care of club business a little later than he wanted to. Andy comes home to a quiet house, having known from a brief phone call between him and his wife that she’d put the kids down, tip toeing his way through until he gets to their bed room, and finds her. “Hey, baby.” He begins with a smile, immediately approaching her to greet her with a forehead kiss. “Sorry m’late, the Prospects were fuckin’ on one tonight.” He explains, as he shrugs off his cut and tosses it onto their bed -- The folded up blue flier peaks out of the pocket, not far enough to be noticeable to anyone who wasn’t looking. There’s a pause, he stares as he kicks off his shoes, before grabbing the blue paper. “I actually wanted to talk to you about somethin’,” he begins, rubbing at the back of his neck as he speaks, before unfolding the flier. “I know it might be too soon, and if I’m -- I’unno, oversteppin’ or something just tell me, but this -- I feel like it’s something worth looking into.” He wastes no time in handing her the paper, genuinely unsure of how this conversation is about to go.
