Your Foster Family

Your name is _____________ and you are (21-30) years old. You live in a large house with your husband, _____________ in _____________, _____________. You and your husband met when you were teenagers in a group care home. It was tough growing up and being moved to and from different houses every 6 or so months, but when you’re in the system, you never leave. [name_m]Both[/name_m] you and your husband know what it’s like to live in someone’s home where they have their own kids and don’t pay any attention to the fosters, and neither of you want that to happen to many others. So, you both decided to become foster parents. Seeing as you have a large house with many empty bedrooms and no kids of your own, you thought it would be a good idea, and hopefully it would be the last foster home for all the children who come to stay.

The first group of children to come are two siblings, a brother and a sister. The girl is 15, her name is _____________ and she is the quiet sibling, she comes off as rude at first, but once she realizes you’re not there to hurt her or criticize her, she begins to open up to you. The boy is 11, and his name is _____________, he’s quite energetic and friendly, but nothing like his older sister. They both have _____________ eyes, but the girl has _____________ hair, and the boy has _____________ hair.

A week after the first two have settled in, you get a phone call from _____________, the social worker. You find out that an old friend of yours, _____________, had recently died from a drug overdose, and left her three children in her wake. The social worker pleads you to take in the children, because you knew their mother, and you just can’t so no. [name_m]Just[/name_m] two days later, you have five kids in the house.

Your friend had three kids, two boys and a girl. The girl is the eldest, being 14 and her name is -, the eldest boy is 12, and called _____________ and the youngest is 9 and his name is _____________. All three of them have bad attitudes and tend to argue over the smallest things, and according to the social worker, their fights get a bit physical sometimes. You and your husband knew it was going to be tough, but you were willing to try it. The girl, _____________ ends up rooming with _____________, the first girl you fostered, and it turns out they are very alike, and they immediately get along. All three of the boys get along nicely and all have something in common with each other.

Your husband thinks that instead of taking in another foster child just yet, maybe you should try for your own. Of course, you’ve always wanted your own kids, but you don’t want the foster kids to think that you’re having a baby to get rid of them all. You decide against it, for now. But, a few weeks later, you’ve woken yourself up early in the morning, needing to throw up. At first, you think it’s just a stomach bug, but as it continues to happen every morning, you end up having to take a home pregnancy test. And it turns out positive.

You tell your husband and he is ecstatic! You decide to tell the kids when they get home from school, and they’re all happy for you and your husband, but one of the girls, _____________, is quite upset about it. You go to talk to her about it and find out why she was so upset. She tells you that in her last foster house, they had to leave because the foster mother got pregnant, and she didn’t want the stress of other kids around. You made sure to tell her that none of them will be going anywhere, at least until they get adopted, and your house will be their last house in the system.

One week after finding out you are pregnant, you get a phone call. Once again, it was from the social worker. He/she was looking for a nice home for a young girl who had no where else to go. She had been to so many different homes, and her last resort was either go to a group home, which is where she will be until she’s 18, or find a new foster family with other foster kids, who will make her feel welcome. You can’t say no.

A day later, the little girl arrived. She had long, blonde hair down to her waist, her fringe pinned back by a silver alice band, and piercing blue eyes. Her name is _____________, and she’s only 5 years old, the youngest of all the kids, so far. She’s a little sweetheart who does everything she’s told. She never whines or whinges and she gets along with everyone. She’s very quiet though.

As your pregnancy carried on, you decided that it was time to decorate the baby’s room. You, your husband and all 6 of the kids get straight into it. You painted the room a crisp white and put a green dotted border around the middle. With some pink and blue paint, you got all of the kids to dip their hands into the pot and make a hand print on the wall and write their names underneath their own hand. You and your husband did this as well, but with a little message as well as your names.

9 months later, you give birth to a healthy baby (if you were born [name_u]Jan[/name_u]-[name_f]May[/name_f], it’s a boy, [name_u]June[/name_u]-Dec, it’s a girl)! You name him/her _____________ _____________. You instantly fell in love with your son/daughter, and all of the kids adore him/her. You feel complete with all of them there, like a proper family. That’s when you start to get ideas.

When your son/daughter is 7 months old, you decide to take in a few more kids. You contacted the social worker and sorted out some arrangements, and just a few minutes later, you were off to collect 4 more kids.

When you get to the police station, where the kids were dropped off, you notice the dramatic age difference between them. There had to be at least 9 years between the oldest and the youngest sibling. There are 3 boys and a girl. The oldest boy, _____________, is 13, he’s just recently made the transition from child to teenager, and is quite moody, not that you’re not used to having moody teenagers in the house. The second boy is 9, soon to be 10, and his name is _____________. He’s a very smart boy, and is told to be very helpful around the house. The girl, _____________, is 6, with layered brown hair and bright green eyes, her name suits her rather well. The youngest out of the 4, _____________, is 2.

The new kids mother had recently died in a car crash. Their father was driving the car, but he ended up surviving it with just a few cuts and bruises. The people in the other car weren’t as fortunate as he was, they were all killed in the crash. Their father was then arrested for man slaughter. Only the teenage understands what happened, and he doesn’t want any of his siblings to know until they’re older.

Now, with a pretty full house, 10 foster children and 1 of your own, your husband thinks it’s best if there’s no more kids for a while. But, just as he said that, you thought it was the right time to announce that you’re pregnant again. You don’t know what he’s going to say, but you hope that it’s good. At first, he’s a little bit annoyed, but when you tell him that it’s twins, he gets up and leaves. He didn’t return that night. Or the night after. Or the night after that.

7 months into your pregnancy, you go into early labour, but your husband isn’t there to take care of you. All you have is a bunch of teenagers and kids who have no idea what to do. Of course, they called the ambulance straight away, but with the amount of traffic, it was going to take quite a while for them to get there. One of the older kids manages to keep the younger kids away and distracted, while the teenagers help you.

5 hours in, and the paramedic’s finally arrive- just as you’re starting to push! You give birth to the twins, who are, luckily, very healthy and fully developed. The biggest shock to you was that after you thought it was all over, you felt the need to push again! So, you did. And seven minutes later, you welcomed another baby to the world - TRIPLETS!

The triplets were all fine and had nothing wrong with them. (G/G/G if you’re aged under 20, B/B/B if you’re aged from 21-30, B/G/G OR G/B/B if you’re over 30, you decide!) You named the twins _____________ _____________, _____________ _____________ and _____________ _____________.

With 4 of your own kids, and 11 fosters, you don’t think you can take any more, that’s 15 kids! But, you and your big heart to decide to just take in one more. Only one. When the triplets are 1, and your son/daughter is 2 and a half, you bring a small, shy little girl into the house, her name is _____________ and she’s 7. [name_m]Both[/name_m] of her parents were killed when some reckless teenagers broke into their house and shot both of her parents. Since then, she hasn’t talked as much as she used to.

You decide, after a long and thoughtful thinking, that you’re going to adopt all of the foster children! You’ve grown attached to all 12 of them, and you love them like they’re your own children, and you’re own kids treat them like siblings. You haven’t heard from your husband in over a year, so you just take over everything and sign the adoption agreements!

You now have 15 kids! Name your family:

Mine:

Your name is Terrianne [name_f]Martha[/name_f] [name_m]Jones[/name_m] and you are 27 years old. You live in a large house with your husband, [name_m]Derrick[/name_m] [name_m]Harrison[/name_m] [name_m]Jones[/name_m] in [name_f]Brighton[/name_f], [name_f]England[/name_f]. You and your husband met when you were teenagers in a group care home. It was tough growing up and being moved to and from different houses every 6 or so months, but when you’re in the system, you never leave. [name_m]Both[/name_m] you and your husband know what it’s like to live in someone’s home where they have their own kids and don’t pay any attention to the fosters, and neither of you want that to happen to many others. So, you both decided to become foster parents. Seeing as you have a large house with many empty bedrooms and no kids of your own, you thought it would be a good idea, and hopefully it would be the last foster home for all the children who come to stay.

The first group of children to come are two siblings, a brother and a sister. The girl is 15, her name is [name_f]Callie[/name_f] [name_f]Jane[/name_f] [name_u]Harper[/name_u] and she is the quiet sibling, she comes off as rude at first, but once she realizes you’re not there to hurt her or criticize her, she begins to open up to you. The boy is 11, and his name is [name_u]Tyler[/name_u] [name_m]Aaron[/name_m] [name_u]Harper[/name_u], he’s quite energetic and friendly, but nothing like his older sister. They both have dark brown eyes, but the girl has ginger hair, and the boy has brown hair.

A week after the first two have settled in, you get a phone call from [name_m]Bill[/name_m], the social worker. You find out that an old friend of yours, [name_u]Kerry[/name_u], had recently died from a drug overdose, and left her three children in her wake. The social worker pleads you to take in the children, because you knew their mother, and you just can’t so no. [name_m]Just[/name_m] two days later, you have five kids in the house.

Your friend had three kids, two boys and a girl. The girl is the eldest, being 14 and her name is [name_u]Jaimie[/name_u]-[name_u]Lee[/name_u] Thayre, the eldest boy is 12, and called [name_m]Connor[/name_m] [name_m]Keith[/name_m] Thayre and the youngest is 9 and his name is [name_m]Joshua[/name_m] [name_m]Thomas[/name_m] Thayre. All three of them have bad attitudes and tend to argue over the smallest things, and according to the social worker, their fights get a bit physical sometimes. You and your husband knew it was going to be tough, but you were willing to try it. The girl, [name_u]Jaimie[/name_u]-[name_u]Lee[/name_u] ends up rooming with [name_f]Callie[/name_f], the first girl you fostered, and it turns out they are very alike, and they immediately get along. All three of the boys get along nicely and all have something in common with each other.

Your husband thinks that instead of taking in another foster child just yet, maybe you should try for your own. Of course, you’ve always wanted your own kids, but you don’t want the foster kids to think that you’re having a baby to get rid of them all. You decide against it, for now. But, a few weeks later, you’ve woken yourself up early in the morning, needing to throw up. At first, you think it’s just a stomach bug, but as it continues to happen every morning, you end up having to take a home pregnancy test. And it turns out positive.

You tell your husband and he is ecstatic! You decide to tell the kids when they get home from school, and they’re all happy for you and your husband, but one of the girls, [name_f]Callie[/name_f], is quite upset about it. You go to talk to her about it and find out why she was so upset. She tells you that in her last foster house, they had to leave because the foster mother got pregnant, and she didn’t want the stress of other kids around. You made sure to tell her that none of them will be going anywhere, at least until they get adopted, and your house will be their last house in the system.

One week after finding out you are pregnant, you get a phone call. Once again, it was from the social worker. He/she was looking for a nice home for a young girl who had no where else to go. She had been to so many different homes, and her last resort was either go to a group home, which is where she will be until she’s 18, or find a new foster family with other foster kids, who will make her feel welcome. You can’t say no.

A day later, the little girl arrived. She had long, blonde hair down to her waist, her fringe pinned back by a silver alice band, and piercing blue eyes. Her name is [name_f]Maisie[/name_f] [name_f]Amber[/name_f] Partridge, and she’s only 5 years old, the youngest of all the kids, so far. She’s a little sweetheart who does everything she’s told. She never whines or whinges and she gets along with everyone. She’s very quiet though.

As your pregnancy carried on, you decided that it was time to decorate the baby’s room. You, your husband and all 6 of the kids get straight into it. You painted the room a crisp white and put a green dotted border around the middle. With some pink and blue paint, you got all of the kids to dip their hands into the pot and make a hand print on the wall and write their names underneath their own hand. You and your husband did this as well, but with a little message as well as your names.

9 months later, you give birth to a healthy baby! You name him [name_u]Alfie[/name_u] [name_m]Thomas[/name_m] [name_m]Jones[/name_m]. You instantly fell in love with your son, and all of the kids adore him/her. You feel complete with all of them there, like a proper family. That’s when you start to get ideas.

When your son is 7 months old, you decide to take in a few more kids. You contacted the social worker and sorted out some arrangements, and just a few minutes later, you were off to collect 4 more kids.

When you get to the police station, where the kids were dropped off, you notice the dramatic age difference between them. There had to be at least 9 years between the oldest and the youngest sibling. There are 3 boys and a girl. The oldest boy, [name_m]Craig[/name_m] [name_m]John[/name_m] Messenger, is 13, he’s just recently made the transition from child to teenager, and is quite moody, not that you’re not used to having moody teenagers in the house. The second boy is 9, soon to be 10, and his name is [name_m]Liam[/name_m] [name_u]Michael[/name_u] Messenger. He’s a very smart boy, and is told to be very helpful around the house. The girl, [name_f]Bronwyn[/name_f] [name_f]Alesha[/name_f] Messenger, is 6, with layered brown hair and bright green eyes, her name suits her rather well. The youngest out of the 4, [name_u]Dylan[/name_u] [name_m]Peter[/name_m] Messenger, is 2.

The new kids mother had recently died in a car crash. Their father was driving the car, but he ended up surviving it with just a few cuts and bruises. The people in the other car weren’t as fortunate as he was, they were all killed in the crash. Their father was then arrested for man slaughter. Only the teenage understands what happened, and he doesn’t want any of his siblings to know until they’re older.

Now, with a pretty full house, 10 foster children and 1 of your own, your husband thinks it’s best if there’s no more kids for a while. But, just as he said that, you thought it was the right time to announce that you’re pregnant again. You don’t know what he’s going to say, but you hope that it’s good. At first, he’s a little bit annoyed, but when you tell him that it’s twins, he gets up and leaves. He didn’t return that night. Or the night after. Or the night after that.

7 months into your pregnancy, you go into early labour, but your husband isn’t there to take care of you. All you have is a bunch of teenagers and kids who have no idea what to do. Of course, they called the ambulance straight away, but with the amount of traffic, it was going to take quite a while for them to get there. One of the older kids manages to keep the younger kids away and distracted, while the teenagers help you.

5 hours in, and the paramedic’s finally arrive- just as you’re starting to push! You give birth to the twins, who are, luckily, very healthy and fully developed. The biggest shock to you was that after you thought it was all over, you felt the need to push again! So, you did. And seven minutes later, you welcomed another baby to the world - TRIPLETS!

The triplets were all fine and had nothing wrong with them. You named the twins [name_f]Kyla[/name_f] [name_f]Scarlett[/name_f] [name_m]Jones[/name_m], [name_u]Courtney[/name_u] [name_f]Savannah[/name_f] [name_m]Jones[/name_m] and [name_f]Mariana[/name_f] [name_u]Sasha[/name_u] [name_m]Jones[/name_m].

With 4 of your own kids, and 11 fosters, you don’t think you can take any more, that’s 15 kids! But, you and your big heart to decide to just take in one more. Only one. When the triplets are 1, and your son/daughter is 2 and a half, you bring a small, shy little girl into the house, her name is [name_u]Lexi[/name_u] [name_f]Georgia[/name_f] [name_f]Grace[/name_f] and she’s 7. [name_m]Both[/name_m] of her parents were killed when some reckless teenagers broke into their house and shot both of her parents. Since then, she hasn’t talked as much as she used to.

You decide, after a long and thoughtful thinking, that you’re going to adopt all of the foster children! You’ve grown attached to all 12 of them, and you love them like they’re your own children, and you’re own kids treat them like siblings. You haven’t heard from your husband in over a year, so you just take over everything and sign the adoption agreements!

You now have 15 kids! Name your family:
[name_f]Callie[/name_f] and [name_u]Tyler[/name_u]
[name_u]Jaimie[/name_u]-[name_u]Lee[/name_u], [name_m]Connor[/name_m] and [name_m]Josh[/name_m]
[name_f]Maisie[/name_f]
[name_u]Alfie[/name_u]
[name_m]Craig[/name_m], [name_m]Liam[/name_m], [name_f]Bronwyn[/name_f] and [name_u]Dylan[/name_u]
[name_f]Kyla[/name_f], [name_u]Courtney[/name_u] and [name_f]Mariana[/name_f]
[name_u]Lexi[/name_u]

Your name is [name_f]Francesca[/name_f] [name_f]Louise[/name_f] and you are 23 years old. You live in a large house with your husband, [name_m]Lachlan[/name_m] [name_m]Charles[/name_m] in [name_m]Melbourne[/name_m], Australia. You and your husband met when you were teenagers in a group care home. It was tough growing up and being moved to and from different houses every 6 or so months, but when you’re in the system, you never leave. [name_m]Both[/name_m] you and your husband know what it’s like to live in someone’s home where they have their own kids and don’t pay any attention to the fosters, and neither of you want that to happen to many others. So, you both decided to become foster parents. Seeing as you have a large house with many empty bedrooms and no kids of your own, you thought it would be a good idea, and hopefully it would be the last foster home for all the children who come to stay.

The first group of children to come are two siblings, a brother and a sister. The girl is 15, her name is [name_f]Pippa[/name_f] [name_f]Mae[/name_f] and she is the quiet sibling, she comes off as rude at first, but once she realizes you’re not there to hurt her or criticize her, she begins to open up to you. The boy is 11, and his name is [name_m]Hugo[/name_m] [name_u]Finn[/name_u]. He’s quite energetic and friendly, but nothing like his older sister. They both have green eyes, but the girl has blonde hair, and the boy has brown hair.

A week after the first two have settled in, you get a phone call from [name_f]Therese[/name_f], the social worker. You find out that an old friend of yours, [name_f]Suzy[/name_f], had recently died from a drug overdose, and left her three children in her wake. The social worker pleads you to take in the children, because you knew their mother, and you just can’t so no. [name_m]Just[/name_m] two days later, you have five kids in the house.

Your friend had three kids, two boys and a girl. The girl is the eldest, being 14 and her name is [name_u]Billie[/name_u]-[name_f]Rose[/name_f] [name_f]Rebecca[/name_f]; the eldest boy is 12, and called [name_m]Luke[/name_m] [name_m]Jonathan[/name_m] and the youngest is 9 and his name is [name_u]Noah[/name_u] [name_m]George[/name_m]. All three of them have bad attitudes and tend to argue over the smallest things, and according to the social worker, their fights get a bit physical sometimes. You and your husband knew it was going to be tough, but you were willing to try it. The girl, [name_u]Billie[/name_u]-[name_f]Rose[/name_f], ends up rooming with [name_f]Pippa[/name_f], the first girl you fostered, and it turns out they are very alike, and they immediately get along. All three of the boys get along nicely and all have something in common with each other.

Your husband thinks that instead of taking in another foster child just yet, maybe you should try for your own. Of course, you’ve always wanted your own kids, but you don’t want the foster kids to think that you’re having a baby to get rid of them all. You decide against it, for now. But, a few weeks later, you’ve woken yourself up early in the morning, needing to throw up. At first, you think it’s just a stomach bug, but as it continues to happen every morning, you end up having to take a home pregnancy test. And it turns out positive.

You tell your husband and he is ecstatic! You decide to tell the kids when they get home from school, and they’re all happy for you and your husband, but one of the girls, [name_f]Pippa[/name_f], is quite upset about it. You go to talk to her about it and find out why she was so upset. She tells you that in her last foster house, they had to leave because the foster mother got pregnant, and she didn’t want the stress of other kids around. You made sure to tell her that none of them will be going anywhere, at least until they get adopted, and your house will be their last house in the system.

One week after finding out you are pregnant, you get a phone call. Once again, it was from the social worker. She was looking for a nice home for a young girl who had no where else to go. She had been to so many different homes, and her last resort was either go to a group home, which is where she will be until she’s 18, or find a new foster family with other foster kids, who will make her feel welcome. You can’t say no.

A day later, the little girl arrived. She had long, blonde hair down to her waist, her fringe pinned back by a silver [name_f]Alice[/name_f] band, and piercing blue eyes. Her name is [name_f]Phoebe[/name_f] [name_f]Caroline[/name_f], and she’s only 5 years old, the youngest of all the kids, so far. She’s a little sweetheart who does everything she’s told. She never whines or whinges and she gets along with everyone. She’s very quiet though.

As your pregnancy carried on, you decided that it was time to decorate the baby’s room. You, your husband and all 6 of the kids get straight into it. You painted the room a crisp white and put a green dotted border around the middle. With some pink and blue paint, you got all of the kids to dip their hands into the pot and make a hand print on the wall and write their names underneath their own hand. You and your husband did this as well, but with a little message as well as your names.

9 months later, you give birth to a healthy baby girl! You name her [name_f]Beatrix[/name_f] [name_f]Helena[/name_f]. You instantly fell in love with your son/daughter, and all of the kids adore him/her. You feel complete with all of them there, like a proper family. That’s when you start to get ideas.

When your son/daughter is 7 months old, you decide to take in a few more kids. You contacted the social worker and sorted out some arrangements, and just a few minutes later, you were off to collect 4 more kids.

When you get to the police station, where the kids were dropped off, you notice the dramatic age difference between them. There had to be at least 9 years between the oldest and the youngest sibling. There are 3 boys and a girl. The oldest boy, [name_m]Asher[/name_m] [name_m]Nicholas[/name_m], is 13, he’s just recently made the transition from child to teenager, and is quite moody, not that you’re not used to having moody teenagers in the house. The second boy is 9, soon to be 10, and his name is [name_m]Leo[/name_m] [name_m]Daniel[/name_m]. He’s a very smart boy, and is told to be very helpful around the house. The girl, [name_f]Hazel[/name_f] [name_f]Josephine[/name_f], is 6, with layered brown hair and bright green eyes, her name suits her rather well. The youngest out of the 4, [name_f]Imogen[/name_f] [name_f]Charlotte[/name_f], is 2.

The new kids mother had recently died in a car crash. Their father was driving the car, but he ended up surviving it with just a few cuts and bruises. The people in the other car weren’t as fortunate as he was, they were all killed in the crash. Their father was then arrested for man slaughter. Only the teenage understands what happened, and he doesn’t want any of his siblings to know until they’re older.

Now, with a pretty full house, 10 foster children and 1 of your own, your husband thinks it’s best if there’s no more kids for a while. But, just as he said that, you thought it was the right time to announce that you’re pregnant again. You don’t know what he’s going to say, but you hope that it’s good. At first, he’s a little bit annoyed, but when you tell him that it’s twins, he gets up and leaves. He didn’t return that night. Or the night after. Or the night after that.

7 months into your pregnancy, you go into early labour, but your husband isn’t there to take care of you. All you have is a bunch of teenagers and kids who have no idea what to do. Of course, they called the ambulance straight away, but with the amount of traffic, it was going to take quite a while for them to get there. One of the older kids manages to keep the younger kids away and distracted, while the teenagers help you.

5 hours in, and the paramedics finally arrive- just as you’re starting to push! You give birth to the twins, who are, luckily, very healthy and fully developed. The biggest shock to you was that after you thought it was all over, you felt the need to push again! So, you did. And seven minutes later, you welcomed another baby to the world - TRIPLETS!

The triplets were all fine and had nothing wrong with them. You named them [name_f]Cecilia[/name_f] [name_f]Daisy[/name_f], [name_f]Penelope[/name_f] [name_f]Harriet[/name_f] and [name_f]Eloise[/name_f] [name_f]Clementine[/name_f].

With 4 of your own kids, and 11 fosters, you don’t think you can take any more, that’s 15 kids! But, you and your big heart to decide to just take in one more. Only one. When the triplets are 1, and your son/daughter is 2 and a half, you bring a small, shy little girl into the house, her name is [name_f]Eleanor[/name_f] [name_f]Rose[/name_f] and she’s 7. [name_m]Both[/name_m] of her parents were killed when some reckless teenagers broke into their house and shot both of her parents. Since then, she hasn’t talked as much as she used to.

You decide, after a long and thoughtful thinking, that you’re going to adopt all of the foster children! You’ve grown attached to all 12 of them, and you love them like they’re your own children, and you’re own kids treat them like siblings. You haven’t heard from your husband in over a year, so you just take over everything and sign the adoption agreements!

You now have 15 kids! Name your family:
[name_f]Pippa[/name_f] [name_f]Mae[/name_f] and [name_m]Hugo[/name_m] [name_u]Finn[/name_u]
[name_u]Billie[/name_u]-[name_f]Rose[/name_f] [name_f]Rebecca[/name_f], [name_m]Luke[/name_m] [name_m]Jonathan[/name_m] and [name_u]Noah[/name_u] [name_m]George[/name_m]
[name_f]Phoebe[/name_f] [name_f]Caroline[/name_f]
[name_f]Beatrix[/name_f] [name_f]Helena[/name_f], [name_f]Cecilia[/name_f] [name_f]Daisy[/name_f], [name_f]Penelope[/name_f] [name_f]Harriet[/name_f] & [name_f]Eloise[/name_f] [name_f]Clementine[/name_f]
[name_m]Asher[/name_m] [name_m]Nicholas[/name_m], [name_m]Leo[/name_m] [name_m]Daniel[/name_m], [name_f]Hazel[/name_f] [name_f]Josephine[/name_f] and [name_f]Imogen[/name_f] [name_f]Charlotte[/name_f]
[name_f]Eleanor[/name_f] [name_f]Rose[/name_f]

[name_f]Sarah[/name_f] [name_f]Joanne[/name_f] (21) & [name_m]Nikolas[/name_m] [name_m]Kent[/name_m] (23); Seattle, WA

[name_f]Emily[/name_f] [name_f]Victoria[/name_f] (15) strawberry-blonde hair, green eyes
[name_m]Andrew[/name_m] “[name_u]Andy[/name_u]” [name_u]Michael[/name_u] (11) platinum blonde hair, green eyes

[name_f]Samantha[/name_f] [name_f]Joelle[/name_f] “[name_u]Sammi[/name_u] [name_u]Jo[/name_u]” (14)
[name_m]Alexander[/name_m] “[name_m]Xander[/name_m]” [name_m]Maxwell[/name_m] (12)
[name_m]Zachary[/name_m] “[name_m]Zack[/name_m]” [name_m]Jacob[/name_m] (9)

[name_f]Amelia[/name_f] “[name_f]Mia[/name_f]” [name_f]Gwenyth[/name_f] (5)

[name_u]Bentley[/name_u] [name_m]Joseph[/name_m]

[name_m]Austin[/name_m] [name_u]James[/name_u] (13)
[name_u]Elliot[/name_u] [name_m]Levi[/name_m] (10)
[name_f]Sophie[/name_f] [name_f]Elizabeth[/name_f] (6)
[name_u]Rhys[/name_u] [name_m]Matthew[/name_m] (2)

B/B/B: [name_u]Logan[/name_u] [name_m]Hugo[/name_m], [name_m]Wyatt[/name_m] [name_u]Arlo[/name_u] & [name_m]Oliver[/name_m] [name_m]Milo[/name_m]

[name_f]Penelope[/name_f] “[name_u]Penny[/name_u]” [name_f]Hazel/name_f

Your name is [name_u]Jamie[/name_u] [name_u]Alexis[/name_u] and you are (21-30) years old. You live in a large house with your husband, [name_m]David[/name_m] [name_u]James[/name_u] in [name_u]Denver[/name_u], [name_u]Colorado[/name_u]. You and your husband met when you were teenagers in a group care home. It was tough growing up and being moved to and from different houses every 6 or so months, but when you’re in the system, you never leave. [name_m]Both[/name_m] you and your husband know what it’s like to live in someone’s home where they have their own kids and don’t pay any attention to the fosters, and neither of you want that to happen to many others. So, you both decided to become foster parents. Seeing as you have a large house with many empty bedrooms and no kids of your own, you thought it would be a good idea, and hopefully it would be the last foster home for all the children who come to stay.

The first group of children to come are two siblings, a brother and a sister. The girl is 15, her name is [name_f]Melody[/name_f] [name_f]Rose[/name_f] and she is the quiet sibling, she comes off as rude at first, but once she realizes you’re not there to hurt her or criticize her, she begins to open up to you. The boy is 11, and his name is [name_m]Preston[/name_m] [name_u]Jude[/name_u], he’s quite energetic and friendly, but nothing like his older sister. They both have green eyes, but the girl has blonde hair, and the boy has brown hair.

A week after the first two have settled in, you get a phone call from [name_f]Lynette[/name_f], the social worker. You find out that an old friend of yours, [name_f]Isobel[/name_f] had recently died from a drug overdose, and left her three children in her wake. The social worker pleads you to take in the children, because you knew their mother, and you just can’t so no. [name_m]Just[/name_m] two days later, you have five kids in the house.

Your friend had three kids, two boys and a girl. The girl is the eldest, being 14 and her name is [name_u]Sydney[/name_u]-[name_u]Rue[/name_u], the eldest boy is 12, and called [name_m]Liam[/name_m] [name_u]Chase[/name_u] and the youngest is 9 and his name is [name_u]Brayden[/name_u] [name_m]Knight[/name_m]. All three of them have bad attitudes and tend to argue over the smallest things, and according to the social worker, their fights get a bit physical sometimes. You and your husband knew it was going to be tough, but you were willing to try it. The girl, [name_u]Sydney[/name_u] ends up rooming with [name_f]Melody[/name_f], the first girl you fostered, and it turns out they are very alike, and they immediately get along. All three of the boys get along nicely and all have something in common with each other.

Your husband thinks that instead of taking in another foster child just yet, maybe you should try for your own. Of course, you’ve always wanted your own kids, but you don’t want the foster kids to think that you’re having a baby to get rid of them all. You decide against it, for now. But, a few weeks later, you’ve woken yourself up early in the morning, needing to throw up. At first, you think it’s just a stomach bug, but as it continues to happen every morning, you end up having to take a home pregnancy test. And it turns out positive.

You tell your husband and he is ecstatic! You decide to tell the kids when they get home from school, and they’re all happy for you and your husband, but one of the girls, [name_f]Melody[/name_f], is quite upset about it. You go to talk to her about it and find out why she was so upset. She tells you that in her last foster house, they had to leave because the foster mother got pregnant, and she didn’t want the stress of other kids around. You made sure to tell her that none of them will be going anywhere, at least until they get adopted, and your house will be their last house in the system.

One week after finding out you are pregnant, you get a phone call. Once again, it was from the social worker. He/she was looking for a nice home for a young girl who had no where else to go. She had been to so many different homes, and her last resort was either go to a group home, which is where she will be until she’s 18, or find a new foster family with other foster kids, who will make her feel welcome. You can’t say no.

A day later, the little girl arrived. She had long, blonde hair down to her waist, her fringe pinned back by a silver alice band, and piercing blue eyes. Her name is [name_f]Olivia[/name_f] [name_u]Blair[/name_u], and she’s only 5 years old, the youngest of all the kids, so far. She’s a little sweetheart who does everything she’s told. She never whines or whinges and she gets along with everyone. She’s very quiet though.

As your pregnancy carried on, you decided that it was time to decorate the baby’s room. You, your husband and all 6 of the kids get straight into it. You painted the room a crisp white and put a green dotted border around the middle. With some pink and blue paint, you got all of the kids to dip their hands into the pot and make a hand print on the wall and write their names underneath their own hand. You and your husband did this as well, but with a little message as well as your names.

9 months later, you give birth to a healthy baby (if you were born [name_u]Jan[/name_u]-[name_f]May[/name_f], it’s a boy, [name_u]June[/name_u]-Dec, it’s a girl)! You name him/her [name_f]Phoebe[/name_f] [name_f]Jade[/name_f]. You instantly fell in love with your son/daughter, and all of the kids adore him/her. You feel complete with all of them there, like a proper family. That’s when you start to get ideas.

When your son/daughter is 7 months old, you decide to take in a few more kids. You contacted the social worker and sorted out some arrangements, and just a few minutes later, you were off to collect 4 more kids.

When you get to the police station, where the kids were dropped off, you notice the dramatic age difference between them. There had to be at least 9 years between the oldest and the youngest sibling. There are 3 boys and a girl. The oldest boy, [name_u]Logan[/name_u] [name_u]Sawyer[/name_u], is 13, he’s just recently made the transition from child to teenager, and is quite moody, not that you’re not used to having moody teenagers in the house. The second boy is 9, soon to be 10, and his name is [name_m]Declan[/name_m] [name_m]Timothy[/name_m]. He’s a very smart boy, and is told to be very helpful around the house. The girl, [name_u]Linsey[/name_u] [name_f]Rowena[/name_f], is 6, with layered brown hair and bright green eyes, her name suits her rather well. The youngest out of the 4, [name_m]Franklin[/name_m] [name_u]Parker[/name_u], is 2.

The new kids mother had recently died in a car crash. Their father was driving the car, but he ended up surviving it with just a few cuts and bruises. The people in the other car weren’t as fortunate as he was, they were all killed in the crash. Their father was then arrested for man slaughter. Only the teenage understands what happened, and he doesn’t want any of his siblings to know until they’re older.

Now, with a pretty full house, 10 foster children and 1 of your own, your husband thinks it’s best if there’s no more kids for a while. But, just as he said that, you thought it was the right time to announce that you’re pregnant again. You don’t know what he’s going to say, but you hope that it’s good. At first, he’s a little bit annoyed, but when you tell him that it’s twins, he gets up and leaves. He didn’t return that night. Or the night after. Or the night after that.

7 months into your pregnancy, you go into early labour, but your husband isn’t there to take care of you. All you have is a bunch of teenagers and kids who have no idea what to do. Of course, they called the ambulance straight away, but with the amount of traffic, it was going to take quite a while for them to get there. One of the older kids manages to keep the younger kids away and distracted, while the teenagers help you.

5 hours in, and the paramedic’s finally arrive- just as you’re starting to push! You give birth to the twins, who are, luckily, very healthy and fully developed. The biggest shock to you was that after you thought it was all over, you felt the need to push again! So, you did. And seven minutes later, you welcomed another baby to the world - TRIPLETS!

The triplets were all fine and had nothing wrong with them. (G/G/G if you’re aged under 20, B/B/B if you’re aged from 21-30, B/G/G OR G/B/B if you’re over 30, you decide!) You named the twins [name_f]Willow[/name_f] [name_u]Madison[/name_u], [name_u]Emerson[/name_u] [name_f]Paige[/name_f] and [name_f]Allegra[/name_f] [name_u]Sky[/name_u].

With 4 of your own kids, and 11 fosters, you don’t think you can take any more, that’s 15 kids! But, you and your big heart to decide to just take in one more. Only one. When the triplets are 1, and your son/daughter is 2 and a half, you bring a small, shy little girl into the house, her name is [name_u]Bailey[/name_u] [name_f]Pearl[/name_f] and she’s 7. [name_m]Both[/name_m] of her parents were killed when some reckless teenagers broke into their house and shot both of her parents. Since then, she hasn’t talked as much as she used to.

You decide, after a long and thoughtful thinking, that you’re going to adopt all of the foster children! You’ve grown attached to all 12 of them, and you love them like they’re your own children, and you’re own kids treat them like siblings. You haven’t heard from your husband in over a year, so you just take over everything and sign the adoption agreements!

You now have 15 kids! Name your family:

[name_f]Melody[/name_f] [name_f]Rose[/name_f] - 18
[name_m]Preston[/name_m] [name_u]Jude[/name_u]- 14
[name_u]Sydney[/name_u]-[name_u]Rue[/name_u] - 18
[name_m]Liam[/name_m] [name_u]Chase[/name_u] - 15
[name_u]Brayden[/name_u] [name_m]Knight[/name_m] - 12
[name_f]Olivia[/name_f] [name_u]Blair[/name_u] - 8
[name_f]Phoebe[/name_f] [name_f]Jade[/name_f] - 2 (biological daughter)
[name_u]Logan[/name_u] [name_u]Sawyer[/name_u] - 15
[name_m]Declan[/name_m] [name_m]Timothy[/name_m] - 11
[name_u]Linsey[/name_u] [name_f]Rowena[/name_f] - 8
[name_m]Franklin[/name_m] [name_u]Parker[/name_u] - 4
triplets: [name_f]Willow[/name_f] [name_u]Madison[/name_u], [name_u]Emerson[/name_u] [name_f]Paige[/name_f] and [name_f]Allegra[/name_f] [name_u]Sky[/name_u] -1 (biological)
[name_u]Bailey[/name_u] [name_f]Pearl[/name_f] - 7

Your name is [name_f]Sara[/name_f] Viviene [name_u]Collins[/name_u] and you are 22 years old. You live in a large house with your husband, [name_u]Jesse[/name_u] [name_m]Alistair[/name_m] [name_u]Collins[/name_u] in [name_m]Aiken[/name_m], South [name_f]Carolina[/name_f]. You and your husband met when you were teenagers in a group care home. It was tough growing up and being moved to and from different houses every 6 or so months, but when you’re in the system, you never leave. [name_m]Both[/name_m] you and your husband know what it’s like to live in someone’s home where they have their own kids and don’t pay any attention to the fosters, and neither of you want that to happen to many others. So, you both decided to become foster parents. Seeing as you have a large house with many empty bedrooms and no kids of your own, you thought it would be a good idea, and hopefully it would be the last foster home for all the children who come to stay.

The first group of children to come are two siblings, a brother and a sister. The girl is 15, her name is [name_f]Caroline[/name_f] [name_f]Daphne[/name_f] and she is the quiet sibling, she comes off as rude at first, but once she realizes you’re not there to hurt her or criticize her, she begins to open up to you. The boy is 11, and his name is [name_m]Joseph[/name_m] [name_u]Evan[/name_u], he’s quite energetic and friendly, but nothing like his older sister. They both have green eyes, but the girl has honey blonde hair, and the boy has chestnut brown hair.

A week after the first two have settled in, you get a phone call from [name_f]Megan[/name_f], the social worker. You find out that an old friend of yours, [name_f]Samantha[/name_f], had recently died from a drug overdose, and left her three children in her wake. The social worker pleads you to take in the children, because you knew their mother, and you just can’t so no. [name_m]Just[/name_m] two days later, you have five kids in the house.

Your friend had three kids, two boys and a girl. The girl is the eldest, being 14 and her name is [name_f]Ivy[/name_f]-[name_f]Rose[/name_f] [name_f]Adelaide[/name_f], the eldest boy is 12, and called [name_u]Noah[/name_u] [name_m]Gregory[/name_m] and the youngest is 9 and his name is [name_u]Finn[/name_u] [name_u]Elliot[/name_u]. All three of them have bad attitudes and tend to argue over the smallest things, and according to the social worker, their fights get a bit physical sometimes. You and your husband knew it was going to be tough, but you were willing to try it. The girl, [name_f]Ivy[/name_f]-[name_f]Rose[/name_f] ends up rooming with [name_f]Caroline[/name_f], the first girl you fostered, and it turns out they are very alike, and they immediately get along. All three of the boys get along nicely and all have something in common with each other.

Your husband thinks that instead of taking in another foster child just yet, maybe you should try for your own. Of course, you’ve always wanted your own kids, but you don’t want the foster kids to think that you’re having a baby to get rid of them all. You decide against it, for now. But, a few weeks later, you’ve woken yourself up early in the morning, needing to throw up. At first, you think it’s just a stomach bug, but as it continues to happen every morning, you end up having to take a home pregnancy test. And it turns out positive.

You tell your husband and he is ecstatic! You decide to tell the kids when they get home from school, and they’re all happy for you and your husband, but one of the girls, [name_f]Caroline[/name_f], is quite upset about it. You go to talk to her about it and find out why she was so upset. She tells you that in her last foster house, they had to leave because the foster mother got pregnant, and she didn’t want the stress of other kids around. You made sure to tell her that none of them will be going anywhere, at least until they get adopted, and your house will be their last house in the system.

One week after finding out you are pregnant, you get a phone call. Once again, it was from the social worker. She was looking for a nice home for a young girl who had no where else to go. She had been to so many different homes, and her last resort was either go to a group home, which is where she will be until she’s 18, or find a new foster family with other foster kids, who will make her feel welcome. You can’t say no.

A day later, the little girl arrived. She had long, blonde hair down to her waist, her fringe pinned back by a silver alice band, and piercing blue eyes. Her name is [name_f]Evangeline[/name_f] [name_f]Maeve[/name_f], and she’s only 5 years old, the youngest of all the kids, so far. She’s a little sweetheart who does everything she’s told. She never whines or whinges and she gets along with everyone. She’s very quiet though.

As your pregnancy carried on, you decided that it was time to decorate the baby’s room. You, your husband and all 6 of the kids get straight into it. You painted the room a crisp white and put a green dotted border around the middle. With some pink and blue paint, you got all of the kids to dip their hands into the pot and make a hand print on the wall and write their names underneath their own hand. You and your husband did this as well, but with a little message as well as your names.

9 months later, you give birth to a healthy baby boy! You name him [name_m]Gabriel[/name_m] [name_u]Jensen[/name_u]. You instantly fell in love with your son, and all of the kids adore him. You feel complete with all of them there, like a proper family. That’s when you start to get ideas.

When your son is 7 months old, you decide to take in a few more kids. You contacted the social worker and sorted out some arrangements, and just a few minutes later, you were off to collect 4 more kids.

When you get to the police station, where the kids were dropped off, you notice the dramatic age difference between them. There had to be at least 9 years between the oldest and the youngest sibling. There are 3 boys and a girl. The oldest boy, [name_m]Frederick[/name_m] [name_m]Anton[/name_m], is 13, he’s just recently made the transition from child to teenager, and is quite moody, not that you’re not used to having moody teenagers in the house. The second boy is 9, soon to be 10, and his name is [name_m]Elijah[/name_m] [name_m]Dominic[/name_m]. He’s a very smart boy, and is told to be very helpful around the house. The girl, [name_f]Saskia[/name_f] [name_f]Helen[/name_f], is 6, with layered brown hair and bright green eyes, her name suits her rather well. The youngest out of the 4, [name_u]Meredith[/name_u] [name_f]Jane[/name_f], is 2.

The new kids mother had recently died in a car crash. Their father was driving the car, but he ended up surviving it with just a few cuts and bruises. The people in the other car weren’t as fortunate as he was, they were all killed in the crash. Their father was then arrested for man slaughter. Only the teenage understands what happened, and he doesn’t want any of his siblings to know until they’re older.

Now, with a pretty full house, 10 foster children and 1 of your own, your husband thinks it’s best if there’s no more kids for a while. But, just as he said that, you thought it was the right time to announce that you’re pregnant again. You don’t know what he’s going to say, but you hope that it’s good. At first, he’s a little bit annoyed, but when you tell him that it’s twins, he gets up and leaves. He didn’t return that night. Or the night after. Or the night after that.

7 months into your pregnancy, you go into early labour, but your husband isn’t there to take care of you. All you have is a bunch of teenagers and kids who have no idea what to do. Of course, they called the ambulance straight away, but with the amount of traffic, it was going to take quite a while for them to get there. One of the older kids manages to keep the younger kids away and distracted, while the teenagers help you.

The triplets were all fine and had nothing wrong with them. You named the triplets [name_f]Helena[/name_f] [name_u]Ruby[/name_u], [name_f]Rose[/name_f] [name_f]Adeline[/name_f] & [name_f]Violet[/name_f] [name_f]Isabel[/name_f].

With 4 of your own kids, and 11 fosters, you don’t think you can take any more, that’s 15 kids! But, you and your big heart to decide to just take in one more. Only one. When the triplets are 1, and your son is 2 and a half, you bring a small, shy little girl into the house, her name is [name_f]Lydia[/name_f] [name_u]Sage[/name_u] and she’s 7. [name_m]Both[/name_m] of her parents were killed when some reckless teenagers broke into their house and shot both of her parents. Since then, she hasn’t talked as much as she used to.

You decide, after a long and thoughtful thinking, that you’re going to adopt all of the foster children! You’ve grown attached to all 12 of them, and you love them like they’re your own children, and you’re own kids treat them like siblings. You haven’t heard from your husband in over a year, so you just take over everything and sign the adoption agreements!

You now have 15 kids! Name your family:
➸ [name_f]Caroline[/name_f] [name_f]Daphne[/name_f] & [name_m]Joseph[/name_m] [name_u]Evan[/name_u]
➸ [name_f]Ivy[/name_f]-[name_f]Rose[/name_f] [name_f]Adelaide[/name_f], [name_u]Noah[/name_u] [name_m]Gregory[/name_m] & [name_u]Finn[/name_u] Ellliot
➸ [name_f]Evangeline[/name_f] [name_f]Maeve[/name_f]
➸ [name_m]Gabriel[/name_m] [name_u]Jensen[/name_u]
➸ [name_m]Frederick[/name_m] [name_m]Anton[/name_m], [name_m]Elijah[/name_m] [name_m]Dominic[/name_m], [name_f]Saskia[/name_f] [name_f]Helen[/name_f] & [name_u]Meredith[/name_u] [name_f]Jane[/name_f]
➸ [name_f]Helena[/name_f] [name_u]Ruby[/name_u], [name_f]Rose[/name_f] [name_f]Adeline[/name_f] & [name_f]Violet[/name_f] [name_f]Isabel[/name_f]
➸ [name_f]Lydia[/name_f] [name_u]Sage[/name_u]

[i]"[name_f]Sara[/name_f], Care, [name_u]Joey[/name_u], [name_f]Ivy[/name_f]-[name_f]Rose[/name_f], [name_u]Noah[/name_u], [name_u]Finn[/name_u], [name_f]Eva[/name_f], [name_m]Gabe[/name_m], [name_u]Freddie[/name_u], [name_m]Eli[/name_m], Sassy, [name_f]Merri[/name_f], [name_f]Lena[/name_f], [name_f]Rose[/name_f], [name_f]Violet[/name_f] & [name_f]Lydie[/name_f]"

[/i]

Your name is [name_f]Cassandra[/name_f] and you are 24 years old. You live in a large house with your husband, [name_m]Bradley[/name_m] in Melrose, [name_f]Florida[/name_f]. You and your husband met when you were teenagers in a group care home. It was tough growing up and being moved to and from different houses every 6 or so months, but when you’re in the system, you never leave. [name_m]Both[/name_m] you and your husband know what it’s like to live in someone’s home where they have their own kids and don’t pay any attention to the fosters, and neither of you want that to happen to many others. So, you both decided to become foster parents. Seeing as you have a large house with many empty bedrooms and no kids of your own, you thought it would be a good idea, and hopefully it would be the last foster home for all the children who come to stay.

The first group of children to come are two siblings, a brother and a sister. The girl is 15, her name is [name_f]Cambri[/name_f] and she is the quiet sibling, she comes off as rude at first, but once she realizes you’re not there to hurt her or criticize her, she begins to open up to you. The boy is 11, and his name is [name_u]Tatum[/name_u], he’s quite energetic and friendly, but nothing like his older sister. They both have blue eyes, but the girl has blonde hair, and the boy has brown hair.

A week after the first two have settled in, you get a phone call from [name_f]Lacey[/name_f], the social worker. You find out that an old friend of yours, [name_f]Courtney[/name_f], had recently died from a drug overdose, and left her three children in her wake. The social worker pleads you to take in the children, because you knew their mother, and you just can’t so no. [name_m]Just[/name_m] two days later, you have five kids in the house.

Your friend had three kids, two boys and a girl. The girl is the eldest, being 14 and her name is [name_f]Gracie[/name_f]-[name_f]Louise[/name_f], the eldest boy is 12, and called [name_m]Gage[/name_m] and the youngest is 9 and his name is [name_m]Gannon[/name_m]. All three of them have bad attitudes and tend to argue over the smallest things, and according to the social worker, their fights get a bit physical sometimes. You and your husband knew it was going to be tough, but you were willing to try it. The girl, [name_f]Gracie[/name_f]-[name_f]Louise[/name_f] ends up rooming with [name_f]Cambri[/name_f], the first girl you fostered, and it turns out they are very alike, and they immediately get along. All three of the boys get along nicely and all have something in common with each other.

Your husband thinks that instead of taking in another foster child just yet, maybe you should try for your own. Of course, you’ve always wanted your own kids, but you don’t want the foster kids to think that you’re having a baby to get rid of them all. You decide against it, for now. But, a few weeks later, you’ve woken yourself up early in the morning, needing to throw up. At first, you think it’s just a stomach bug, but as it continues to happen every morning, you end up having to take a home pregnancy test. And it turns out positive.

You tell your husband and he is ecstatic! You decide to tell the kids when they get home from school, and they’re all happy for you and your husband, but one of the girls, [name_f]Cambri[/name_f], is quite upset about it. You go to talk to her about it and find out why she was so upset. She tells you that in her last foster house, they had to leave because the foster mother got pregnant, and she didn’t want the stress of other kids around. You made sure to tell her that none of them will be going anywhere, at least until they get adopted, and your house will be their last house in the system.

One week after finding out you are pregnant, you get a phone call. Once again, it was from the social worker. He/she was looking for a nice home for a young girl who had no where else to go. She had been to so many different homes, and her last resort was either go to a group home, which is where she will be until she’s 18, or find a new foster family with other foster kids, who will make her feel welcome. You can’t say no.

A day later, the little girl arrived. She had long, blonde hair down to her waist, her fringe pinned back by a silver alice band, and piercing blue eyes. Her name is [name_u]Mackenzie[/name_u], and she’s only 5 years old, the youngest of all the kids, so far. She’s a little sweetheart who does everything she’s told. She never whines or whinges and she gets along with everyone. She’s very quiet though.

As your pregnancy carried on, you decided that it was time to decorate the baby’s room. You, your husband and all 6 of the kids get straight into it. You painted the room a crisp white and put a green dotted border around the middle. With some pink and blue paint, you got all of the kids to dip their hands into the pot and make a hand print on the wall and write their names underneath their own hand. You and your husband did this as well, but with a little message as well as your names.

9 months later, you give birth to a healthy baby boy! You name him [name_m]Wesley[/name_m] [name_m]Jeremiah[/name_m]. You instantly fell in love with your son, and all of the kids adore him. You feel complete with all of them there, like a proper family. That’s when you start to get ideas.

When your son is 7 months old, you decide to take in a few more kids. You contacted the social worker and sorted out some arrangements, and just a few minutes later, you were off to collect 4 more kids.

When you get to the police station, where the kids were dropped off, you notice the dramatic age difference between them. There had to be at least 9 years between the oldest and the youngest sibling. There are 3 boys and a girl. The oldest boy, [name_u]Noah[/name_u], is 13, he’s just recently made the transition from child to teenager, and is quite moody, not that you’re not used to having moody teenagers in the house. The second boy is 9, soon to be 10, and his name is [name_u]Jordan[/name_u]. He’s a very smart boy, and is told to be very helpful around the house. The girl, [name_u]Ryan[/name_u], is 6, with layered brown hair and bright green eyes, her name suits her rather well. The youngest out of the 4, [name_u]Peyton[/name_u], is 2.

The new kids mother had recently died in a car crash. Their father was driving the car, but he ended up surviving it with just a few cuts and bruises. The people in the other car weren’t as fortunate as he was, they were all killed in the crash. Their father was then arrested for man slaughter. Only the teenage understands what happened, and he doesn’t want any of his siblings to know until they’re older.

Now, with a pretty full house, 10 foster children and 1 of your own, your husband thinks it’s best if there’s no more kids for a while. But, just as he said that, you thought it was the right time to announce that you’re pregnant again. You don’t know what he’s going to say, but you hope that it’s good. At first, he’s a little bit annoyed, but when you tell him that it’s twins, he gets up and leaves. He didn’t return that night. Or the night after. Or the night after that.

7 months into your pregnancy, you go into early labour, but your husband isn’t there to take care of you. All you have is a bunch of teenagers and kids who have no idea what to do. Of course, they called the ambulance straight away, but with the amount of traffic, it was going to take quite a while for them to get there. One of the older kids manages to keep the younger kids away and distracted, while the teenagers help you.

5 hours in, and the paramedic’s finally arrive- just as you’re starting to push! You give birth to the twins, who are, luckily, very healthy and fully developed. The biggest shock to you was that after you thought it was all over, you felt the need to push again! So, you did. And seven minutes later, you welcomed another baby to the world - TRIPLETS!

The triplets were all fine and had nothing wrong with them. G/G/G! You named them [name_f]Shanely[/name_f] [name_u]Collins[/name_u], [name_f]Bryleigh[/name_f] [name_u]Rylan[/name_u] and [name_f]Mercy[/name_f] [name_u]Jade[/name_u].

With 4 of your own kids, and 11 fosters, you don’t think you can take any more, that’s 15 kids! But, you and your big heart to decide to just take in one more. Only one. When the triplets are 1, and your son is 2 and a half, you bring a small, shy little girl into the house, her name is [name_f]Savannah[/name_f] and she’s 7. [name_m]Both[/name_m] of her parents were killed when some reckless teenagers broke into their house and shot both of her parents. Since then, she hasn’t talked as much as she used to.

You decide, after a long and thoughtful thinking, that you’re going to adopt all of the foster children! You’ve grown attached to all 12 of them, and you love them like they’re your own children, and you’re own kids treat them like siblings. You haven’t heard from your husband in over a year, so you just take over everything and sign the adoption agreements!

You now have 15 kids! Name your family:
[name_f]Cambri[/name_f] - 16
[name_u]Tatum[/name_u] - 12
[name_f]Gracie[/name_f]-[name_f]Louise[/name_f] - 15
[name_m]Gage[/name_m] - 13
[name_m]Gannon[/name_m] - 10
[name_u]Mackenzie[/name_u] - 6
[name_m]Wesley[/name_m] - 2.5
[name_u]Noah[/name_u] - 14
[name_u]Jordan[/name_u] - 11
[name_u]Ryan[/name_u] - 7
[name_u]Peyton[/name_u] - 3
[name_f]Shanely[/name_f] - 1
[name_f]Bryleigh[/name_f] - 1
[name_f]Mercy[/name_f] - 1
[name_f]Savannah[/name_f] - 7

Your name is [name_f]Daniella[/name_f] [name_f]Theresa[/name_f] [name_m]Callaghan[/name_m] and you are (21-30) years old. You live in a large house with your husband, [name_u]Dylan[/name_u] [name_m]Walter[/name_m] [name_m]Callaghan[/name_m] in Allentown, Pennsylvania. You and your husband met when you were teenagers in a group care home. It was tough growing up and being moved to and from different houses every 6 or so months, but when you’re in the system, you never leave. [name_m]Both[/name_m] you and your husband know what it’s like to live in someone’s home where they have their own kids and don’t pay any attention to the fosters, and neither of you want that to happen to many others. So, you both decided to become foster parents. Seeing as you have a large house with many empty bedrooms and no kids of your own, you thought it would be a good idea, and hopefully it would be the last foster home for all the children who come to stay.

The first group of children to come are two siblings, a brother and a sister. The girl is 15, her name is [name_f]Madalynn[/name_f] [name_f]Rose[/name_f] Furlong, nicknamed [name_f]Maddie[/name_f], and she is the quiet sibling, she comes off as rude at first, but once she realizes you’re not there to hurt her or criticize her, she begins to open up to you. The boy is 11, and his name is [name_u]Max[/name_u] [name_u]Aiden[/name_u] Furlong, he’s quite energetic and friendly, but nothing like his older sister. They both have blue eyes, but the girl has blonde hair, and the boy has red hair.

A week after the first two have settled in, you get a phone call from [name_f]Jade[/name_f], the social worker. You find out that an old friend of yours, [name_f]Katie[/name_f]-[name_u]Rae[/name_u], had recently died from a drug overdose, and left her three children in her wake. The social worker pleads you to take in the children, because you knew their mother, and you just can’t so no. [name_m]Just[/name_m] two days later, you have five kids in the house.

Your friend had three kids, two boys and a girl. The girl is the eldest, being 14 and her name is [name_f]Katie[/name_f]-[name_u]Rae[/name_u] [name_f]Hannah[/name_f] Wiltshire, [name_m]Jr[/name_m]., the eldest boy is 12, and called [name_u]Cameron[/name_u] [name_u]Rex[/name_u] Wiltshire, and the youngest is 9 and his name is [name_m]Brendan[/name_m] [name_m]Luke[/name_m] Wiltshire. All three of them have bad attitudes and tend to argue over the smallest things, and according to the social worker, their fights get a bit physical sometimes. You and your husband knew it was going to be tough, but you were willing to try it. The girl, [name_f]Katie[/name_f]-[name_u]Rae[/name_u] ends up rooming with [name_f]Maddie[/name_f], the first girl you fostered, and it turns out they are very alike, and they immediately get along. All three of the boys get along nicely and all have something in common with each other.

Your husband thinks that instead of taking in another foster child just yet, maybe you should try for your own. Of course, you’ve always wanted your own kids, but you don’t want the foster kids to think that you’re having a baby to get rid of them all. You decide against it, for now. But, a few weeks later, you’ve woken yourself up early in the morning, needing to throw up. At first, you think it’s just a stomach bug, but as it continues to happen every morning, you end up having to take a home pregnancy test. And it turns out positive.

You tell your husband and he is ecstatic! You decide to tell the kids when they get home from school, and they’re all happy for you and your husband, but one of the girls, [name_f]Maddie[/name_f], is quite upset about it. You go to talk to her about it and find out why she was so upset. She tells you that in her last foster house, they had to leave because the foster mother got pregnant, and she didn’t want the stress of other kids around. You made sure to tell her that none of them will be going anywhere, at least until they get adopted, and your house will be their last house in the system.

One week after finding out you are pregnant, you get a phone call. Once again, it was from the social worker. She was looking for a nice home for a young girl who had no where else to go. She had been to so many different homes, and her last resort was either go to a group home, which is where she will be until she’s 18, or find a new foster family with other foster kids, who will make her feel welcome. You can’t say no.

A day later, the little girl arrived. She had long, blonde hair down to her waist, her fringe pinned back by a silver alice band, and piercing blue eyes. Her name is [name_f]Dayna[/name_f] [name_f]Abigail[/name_f] [name_u]Riley[/name_u], and she’s only 5 years old, the youngest of all the kids, so far. She’s a little sweetheart who does everything she’s told. She never whines or whinges and she gets along with everyone. She’s very quiet though.

As your pregnancy carried on, you decided that it was time to decorate the baby’s room. You, your husband and all 6 of the kids get straight into it. You painted the room a crisp white and put a green dotted border around the middle. With some pink and blue paint, you got all of the kids to dip their hands into the pot and make a hand print on the wall and write their names underneath their own hand. You and your husband did this as well, but with a little message as well as your names.

9 months later, you give birth to a healthy baby girl! You name her [name_f]Georgette[/name_f] [name_u]Lou[/name_u] [name_m]Callaghan[/name_m]. You instantly fell in love with your daughter, and all of the kids adore her. You feel complete with all of them there, like a proper family. That’s when you start to get ideas.

When your daughter is 7 months old, you decide to take in a few more kids. You contacted the social worker and sorted out some arrangements, and just a few minutes later, you were off to collect 4 more kids.

When you get to the police station, where the kids were dropped off, you notice the dramatic age difference between them. There had to be at least 9 years between the oldest and the youngest sibling. There are 3 boys and a girl. The oldest boy, [name_m]Donovan[/name_m] [name_m]Alec[/name_m] McTaggart, also known as [name_m]Don[/name_m], is 13, he’s just recently made the transition from child to teenager, and is quite moody, not that you’re not used to having moody teenagers in the house. The second boy is 9, soon to be 10, and his name is [name_u]Denver[/name_u] [name_m]George[/name_m] McTaggart. He’s a very smart boy, and is told to be very helpful around the house. The girl, [name_u]Dominique[/name_u] [name_f]Roxane[/name_f] McTaggart, known as [name_f]Dottie[/name_f], is 6, with layered brown hair and bright green eyes, her name suits her rather well. The youngest out of the 4, [name_m]Dwayne[/name_m] [name_u]Lionel[/name_u] McTaggart, is 2.

The new kids mother had recently died in a car crash. Their father was driving the car, but he ended up surviving it with just a few cuts and bruises. The people in the other car weren’t as fortunate as he was, they were all killed in the crash. Their father was then arrested for man slaughter. Only the teenage understands what happened, and he doesn’t want any of his siblings to know until they’re older.

Now, with a pretty full house, 10 foster children and 1 of your own, your husband thinks it’s best if there’s no more kids for a while. But, just as he said that, you thought it was the right time to announce that you’re pregnant again. You don’t know what he’s going to say, but you hope that it’s good. At first, he’s a little bit annoyed, but when you tell him that it’s twins, he gets up and leaves. He didn’t return that night. Or the night after. Or the night after that.

7 months into your pregnancy, you go into early labour, but your husband isn’t there to take care of you. All you have is a bunch of teenagers and kids who have no idea what to do. Of course, they called the ambulance straight away, but with the amount of traffic, it was going to take quite a while for them to get there. One of the older kids manages to keep the younger kids away and distracted, while the teenagers help you.

5 hours in, and the paramedic’s finally arrive- just as you’re starting to push! You give birth to the twins, who are, luckily, very healthy and fully developed. The biggest shock to you was that after you thought it was all over, you felt the need to push again! So, you did. And seven minutes later, you welcomed another baby to the world - TRIPLETS!

The triplets were all fine and had nothing wrong with them. They’re all girls. You named the triplets [name_f]Viola[/name_f] [name_f]Jane[/name_f] [name_m]Callaghan[/name_m], [name_f]Rebecca[/name_f] [name_f]Faye[/name_f] [name_m]Callaghan[/name_m] and [name_f]Hattie[/name_f] [name_f]Ramona[/name_f] [name_m]Callaghan[/name_m].

With 4 of your own kids, and 11 fosters, you don’t think you can take any more, that’s 15 kids! But, you and your big heart to decide to just take in one more. Only one. When the triplets are 1, and your daughter is 2 and a half, you bring a small, shy little girl into the house, her name is [name_f]Sadie[/name_f] [name_f]Reba[/name_f] [name_m]Maguire[/name_m] and she’s 7. [name_m]Both[/name_m] of her parents were killed when some reckless teenagers broke into their house and shot both of her parents. Since then, she hasn’t talked as much as she used to.

You decide, after a long and thoughtful thinking, that you’re going to adopt all of the foster children! You’ve grown attached to all 12 of them, and you love them like they’re your own children, and you’re own kids treat them like siblings. You haven’t heard from your husband in over a year, so you just take over everything and sign the adoption agreements!

You now have 15 kids! Name your family:

[name_f]Maddie[/name_f] [name_f]Rose[/name_f] Furlong-[name_m]Callaghan[/name_m] (18)
[name_f]Katie[/name_f]-[name_u]Rae[/name_u] [name_f]Hannah[/name_f] Wiltshire-[name_m]Callaghan[/name_m], [name_m]Jr[/name_m]. (18)
[name_m]Don[/name_m] [name_m]Alec[/name_m] McTaggart-[name_m]Callaghan[/name_m] (15)
[name_u]Cameron[/name_u] [name_u]Rex[/name_u] Wiltshire-[name_m]Callaghan[/name_m] (15)
[name_u]Max[/name_u] [name_u]Aiden[/name_u] Furlong-[name_m]Callaghan[/name_m] (14)
[name_m]Brendan[/name_m] [name_m]Luke[/name_m] Wiltshire-[name_m]Callaghan[/name_m] (12)
[name_u]Denver[/name_u] [name_m]George[/name_m] McTaggart-[name_m]Callaghan[/name_m] (11)
[name_f]Dottie[/name_f] [name_f]Roxane[/name_f] McTaggart-[name_m]Callaghan[/name_m] (8)
[name_f]Dayna[/name_f] [name_f]Abigail[/name_f] [name_u]Riley[/name_u]-[name_m]Callaghan[/name_m] (8)
[name_f]Sadie[/name_f] [name_f]Reba[/name_f] [name_m]Maguire[/name_m]-[name_m]Callaghan[/name_m] (7)
[name_m]Dwayne[/name_m] [name_u]Lionel[/name_u] McTaggart-[name_m]Callaghan[/name_m] (4)
[name_f]Georgette[/name_f] [name_u]Lou[/name_u] [name_m]Callaghan[/name_m] (2, Biological)
[name_f]Viola[/name_f] [name_f]Jane[/name_f] [name_m]Callaghan[/name_m] (1, Biological)
[name_f]Rebecca[/name_f] [name_f]Faye[/name_f] [name_m]Callaghan[/name_m] (1, Biological)
[name_f]Hattie[/name_f] [name_f]Ramona[/name_f] [name_m]Callaghan[/name_m] (1, Biological)

Your name is [name_f]Sadie[/name_f] [name_f]Grace[/name_f] [name_u]Sinclair[/name_u] and you are 25 years old. You live in a large house with your husband, [name_m]Thompson[/name_m] [name_m]Joel[/name_m] [name_u]Sinclair[/name_u], in [name_m]Portland[/name_m], [name_f]Maine[/name_f]. You and your husband met when you were teenagers in a group care home. It was tough growing up and being moved to and from different houses every 6 or so months, but when you’re in the system, you never leave. [name_m]Both[/name_m] you and your husband know what it’s like to live in someone’s home where they have their own kids and don’t pay any attention to the fosters, and neither of you want that to happen to many others. So, you both decided to become foster parents. Seeing as you have a large house with many empty bedrooms and no kids of your own, you thought it would be a good idea, and hopefully it would be the last foster home for all the children who come to stay.

The first group of children to come are two siblings, a brother and a sister. The girl is 15, her name is [name_f]Phoebe[/name_f] [name_f]Michelle[/name_f] and she is the quiet sibling, she comes off as rude at first, but once she realizes you’re not there to hurt her or criticize her, she begins to open up to you. The boy is 11, and his name is [name_m]Nathan[/name_m] [name_m]Thomas[/name_m], he’s quite energetic and friendly, but nothing like his older sister. They both have hazel eyes, but [name_f]Phoebe[/name_f] has light brown hair, and [name_m]Nathan[/name_m] has dirty blonde hair.

A week after the first two have settled in, you get a phone call from [name_f]Linda[/name_f] Savage, the social worker. You find out that an old friend of yours, [name_u]Devyn[/name_u] [name_f]Elizabeth[/name_f] Michaels, had recently died from a drug overdose, and left her three children in her wake. The social worker pleads you to take in the children, because you knew their mother, and you just can’t so no. [name_m]Just[/name_m] two days later, you have five kids in the house.

Your friend had three kids, two boys and a girl. The girl is the eldest, being 14 and her name is [name_f]Callie[/name_f]-[name_f]Anne[/name_f] [name_f]Callie[/name_f], the eldest boy is 12, and called [name_m]Judson[/name_m] [name_m]Patrick[/name_m] and the youngest is 9 and his name is [name_m]Seaton[/name_m] [name_m]Milo[/name_m]. All three of them have bad attitudes and tend to argue over the smallest things, and according to the social worker, their fights get a bit physical sometimes. You and your husband knew it was going to be tough, but you were willing to try it. [name_f]Callie[/name_f] ends up rooming with [name_f]Phoebe[/name_f], the first girl you fostered, and it turns out they are very alike, and they immediately get along. All three of the boys get along nicely and all have something in common with each other.

Your husband thinks that instead of taking in another foster child just yet, maybe you should try for your own. Of course, you’ve always wanted your own kids, but you don’t want the foster kids to think that you’re having a baby to get rid of them all. You decide against it, for now. But, a few weeks later, you’ve woken yourself up early in the morning, needing to throw up. At first, you think it’s just a stomach bug, but as it continues to happen every morning, you end up having to take a home pregnancy test. And it turns out positive.

You tell your husband and he is ecstatic! You decide to tell the kids when they get home from school, and they’re all happy for you and your husband, but one of the girls, [name_f]Phoebe[/name_f], is quite upset about it. You go to talk to her about it and find out why she was so upset. She tells you that in her last foster house, they had to leave because the foster mother got pregnant, and she didn’t want the stress of other kids around. You made sure to tell her that none of them will be going anywhere, at least until they get adopted, and your house will be their last house in the system.

One week after finding out you are pregnant, you get a phone call. Once again, it was from the social worker. She was looking for a nice home for a young girl who had no where else to go. She had been to so many different homes, and her last resort was either go to a group home, which is where she will be until she’s 18, or find a new foster family with other foster kids, who will make her feel welcome. You can’t say no.

A day later, the little girl arrived. She had long, blonde hair down to her waist, her fringe pinned back by a silver alice band, and piercing blue eyes. Her name is [name_f]Aubree[/name_f] Jodelle [name_f]Bree[/name_f], and she’s only 5 years old, the youngest of all the kids, so far. She’s a little sweetheart who does everything she’s told. She never whines or whinges and she gets along with everyone. She’s very quiet though.

As your pregnancy carried on, you decided that it was time to decorate the baby’s room. You, your husband and all 6 of the kids get straight into it. You painted the room a crisp white and put a green dotted border around the middle. With some pink and blue paint, you got all of the kids to dip their hands into the pot and make a hand print on the wall and write their names underneath their own hand. You and your husband did this as well, but with a little message as well as your names.

9 months later, you give birth to a healthy baby boy! You name him [name_u]Elliot[/name_u] [name_m]Matthew[/name_m] [name_m]Leo[/name_m]. You instantly fell in love with your son, and all of the kids adore him. You feel complete with all of them there, like a proper family. That’s when you start to get ideas.

When your son is 7 months old, you decide to take in a few more kids. You contacted the social worker and sorted out some arrangements, and just a few minutes later, you were off to collect 4 more kids.

When you get to the police station, where the kids were dropped off, you notice the dramatic age difference between them. There had to be at least 9 years between the oldest and the youngest sibling. There are 3 boys and a girl. The oldest boy, [name_m]Wyatt[/name_m] [name_m]Anthony[/name_m], is 13, he’s just recently made the transition from child to teenager, and is quite moody, not that you’re not used to having moody teenagers in the house. The second boy is 9, soon to be 10, and his name is [name_u]Mercer[/name_u] [name_m]Colin[/name_m]. He’s a very smart boy, and is told to be very helpful around the house. The girl, [name_f]Hazel[/name_f] [name_f]Beatrice[/name_f], is 6, with layered brown hair and bright green eyes, her name suits her rather well. The youngest out of the 4, [name_m]Truman[/name_m] [name_m]Joshua[/name_m], is 2.

The new kids mother had recently died in a car crash. Their father was driving the car, but he ended up surviving it with just a few cuts and bruises. The people in the other car weren’t as fortunate as he was, they were all killed in the crash. Their father was then arrested for man slaughter. Only the teenage understands what happened, and he doesn’t want any of his siblings to know until they’re older.

Now, with a pretty full house, 10 foster children and 1 of your own, your husband thinks it’s best if there’s no more kids for a while. But, just as he said that, you thought it was the right time to announce that you’re pregnant again. You don’t know what he’s going to say, but you hope that it’s good. At first, he’s a little bit annoyed, but when you tell him that it’s twins, he gets up and leaves. He didn’t return that night. Or the night after. Or the night after that.

7 months into your pregnancy, you go into early labour, but your husband isn’t there to take care of you. All you have is a bunch of teenagers and kids who have no idea what to do. Of course, they called the ambulance straight away, but with the amount of traffic, it was going to take quite a while for them to get there. One of the older kids manages to keep the younger kids away and distracted, while the teenagers help you.

5 hours in, and the paramedic’s finally arrive- just as you’re starting to push! You give birth to the twins, who are, luckily, very healthy and fully developed. The biggest shock to you was that after you thought it was all over, you felt the need to push again! So, you did. And seven minutes later, you welcomed another baby to the world - TRIPLETS!

The triplets were all fine and had nothing wrong with them. You named them [name_m]Jonah[/name_m] [name_m]David[/name_m] [name_u]Joey[/name_u] & [name_m]Maxwell[/name_m] [name_u]Douglas[/name_u] [name_u]Max[/name_u] & [name_u]August[/name_u] [name_m]Daniel[/name_m] [name_m]Augie[/name_m].

With 4 of your own kids, and 11 fosters, you don’t think you can take any more, that’s 15 kids! But, you and your big heart to decide to just take in one more. Only one. When the triplets are 1, and your son is 2 and a half, you bring a small, shy little girl into the house, her name is [name_f]Maisie[/name_f] [name_f]Alyssa[/name_f] and she’s 7. [name_m]Both[/name_m] of her parents were killed when some reckless teenagers broke into their house and shot both of her parents. Since then, she hasn’t talked as much as she used to.

You decide, after a long and thoughtful thinking, that you’re going to adopt all of the foster children! You’ve grown attached to all 12 of them, and you love them like they’re your own children, and you’re own kids treat them like siblings. You haven’t heard from your husband in over a year, so you just take over everything and sign the adoption agreements!

You now have 16 kids! Name your family
[name_f]Sadie[/name_f] with
18 - [name_f]Phoebe[/name_f]
17 - [name_f]Callie[/name_f]
15 - [name_m]Judson[/name_m]
15 - [name_m]Wyatt[/name_m]
14 - [name_m]Nathan[/name_m]
12 - [name_m]Seaton[/name_m]
11 - [name_u]Mercer[/name_u]
8 - [name_f]Bree[/name_f]
8 - [name_f]Hazel[/name_f]
7 - [name_f]Maisie[/name_f]
6 - [name_m]Truman[/name_m]
2 - [name_m]Leo[/name_m]
1 - [name_u]Joey[/name_u] & [name_u]Max[/name_u] & [name_m]Augie[/name_m]

Me: [name_u]Madison[/name_u] [name_f]Marie[/name_f] [name_m]Ridge[/name_m] ([name_f]Harlow[/name_f]).
Husband: [name_u]Michael[/name_u] [name_m]Sirius[/name_m] [name_m]Ridge[/name_m].

Hometown: [name_u]Phoenix[/name_u], [name_f]Arizona[/name_f].

  1. (F) [name_f]Elizabeth[/name_f] [name_f]Leona[/name_f] [name_m]Vaughn[/name_m].
  2. (F) [name_m]Alexander[/name_m] [name_m]Samson[/name_m] [name_m]Vaughn[/name_m].

Social Worker: [name_f]Chloe[/name_f] [name_m]Striker[/name_m].
[name_m]Friend[/name_m]: [name_f]Lily[/name_f] [name_m]Brenton[/name_m].

  1. (F) [name_f]Ella[/name_f]-[name_u]Jo[/name_u] [name_f]Catherine[/name_f] [name_m]Brenton[/name_m].
  2. (F) [name_m]Daniel[/name_m] [name_m]Patrick[/name_m] [name_m]Brenton[/name_m].
  3. (F) [name_m]Matthew[/name_m] [name_m]Timothy[/name_m] [name_m]Brenton[/name_m].
  4. (F) [name_u]Avery[/name_u] [name_f]Isabelle[/name_f] [name_u]Aberdeen[/name_u].
  5. [name_u]Addison[/name_u] [name_f]Victoria[/name_f] [name_m]Ridge[/name_m].
  6. (F) [name_m]Elijah[/name_m] [name_m]Gregory[/name_m] [name_u]Sawyer[/name_u].
  7. (F) [name_u]James[/name_u] [name_u]Carson[/name_u] [name_u]Sawyer[/name_u].
  8. (F) [name_u]Aubrey[/name_u] [name_f]Melissa[/name_f] [name_u]Sawyer[/name_u].
  9. (F) [name_m]Anthony[/name_m] [name_m]Damian[/name_m] [name_u]Sawyer[/name_u].
  10. [name_f]Natalie[/name_f] [name_f]Brianna[/name_f] [name_m]Ridge[/name_m].
  11. [name_f]Sofia[/name_f] [name_f]Cassiopeia[/name_f] [name_m]Ridge[/name_m].
  12. [name_f]Charlotte[/name_f] [name_f]Renee[/name_f] [name_m]Ridge[/name_m].
  13. (F) [name_f]Grace[/name_f] [name_f]Wilhelmina[/name_f] [name_f]Arbor[/name_f].

Your name is [name_f]Marie[/name_f] [name_f]Willow[/name_f] {nee: Waters} Bathem and you are 27 years old. You live in a large house with your husband, [name_m]George[/name_m] [name_m]Henry[/name_m] Bathem in [name_f]Brighton[/name_f], [name_f]England[/name_f]. You and your husband met when you were teenagers in a group care home. It was tough growing up and being moved to and from different houses every 6 or so months, but when you’re in the system, you never leave. [name_m]Both[/name_m] you and your husband know what it’s like to live in someone’s home where they have their own kids and don’t pay any attention to the fosters, and neither of you want that to happen to many others. So, you both decided to become foster parents. Seeing as you have a large house with many empty bedrooms and no kids of your own, you thought it would be a good idea, and hopefully it would be the last foster home for all the children who come to stay.

The first group of children to come are two siblings, a brother and a sister. The girl is 15, her name is [name_u]Peyton[/name_u] [name_f]Anne[/name_f] and she is the quiet sibling, she comes off as rude at first, but once she realizes you’re not there to hurt her or criticize her, she begins to open up to you. The boy is 11, and his name is [name_m]Beckett[/name_m] [name_u]James[/name_u], he’s quite energetic and friendly, but nothing like his older sister. They both have blue eyes, but the girl has dark sandy blonde hair, and the boy has platinum blonde hair.

A week after the first two have settled in, you get a phone call from [name_f]Jade[/name_f] Higgins, the social worker. You find out that an old friend of yours, [name_f]Bethany[/name_f], has recently died from a drug overdose, and left her three children in her wake. The social worker pleads you to take in the children, because you knew their mother, and you just can’t so no. [name_m]Just[/name_m] two days later, you have five kids in the house.

Your friend has three kids, two boys and a girl. The girl is the eldest, being 14 and her name is [name_f]Ella[/name_f]-[name_u]Jae[/name_u], the eldest boy is 12, and called [name_m]Weston[/name_m] and the youngest is 9 and his name is [name_m]Jacoby[/name_m]. All three of them have bad attitudes and tend to argue over the smallest things, and according to the social worker, their fights get a bit physical sometimes. You and your husband knew it was going to be tough, but you were willing to try it. [name_f]Ella[/name_f]-[name_u]Jae[/name_u] ends up rooming with [name_u]Peyton[/name_u], and it turns out they are very alike, and they immediately get along. All three of the boys get along nicely and all have something in common with each other.

Your husband thinks that instead of taking in another foster child just yet, maybe you should try for your own. Of course, you’ve always wanted your own kids, but you don’t want the foster kids to think that you’re having a baby to get rid of them all. You decide against it, for now. But, a few weeks later, you’ve woken yourself up early in the morning, needing to throw up. At first, you think it’s just a stomach bug, but as it continues to happen every morning, you end up having to take a home pregnancy test. And it turns out positive.

You tell your husband and he is ecstatic! You decide to tell the kids when they get home from school, and they’re all happy for you and your husband, but [name_u]Peyton[/name_u] is quite upset about it. You go to talk to her about it and find out why she was so upset. She tells you that in her last foster house, they had to leave because the foster mother got pregnant, and she didn’t want the stress of other kids around. You made sure to tell her that none of them will be going anywhere, at least until they get adopted, and your house will be their last house in the system.

One week after finding out you are pregnant, you get a phone call. Once again, it was from [name_f]Jade[/name_f]. She was looking for a nice home for a young girl who had no where else to go. She had been to so many different homes, and her last resort was either go to a group home, which is where she will be until she’s 18, or find a new foster family with other foster kids, who will make her feel welcome. You can’t say no.

A day later, the little girl arrived. She has long, blonde hair down to her waist, her fringe pinned back by a silver alice band, and piercing blue eyes. Her name is [name_f]Henrietta[/name_f], and she’s only 5 years old, the youngest of all the kids, so far. She’s a little sweetheart who does everything she’s told. She never whines or whinges and she gets along with everyone. She’s very quiet though.

As your pregnancy carried on, you decided that it was time to decorate the baby’s room. You, your husband and all 6 of the kids get straight into it. You painted the room a crisp white and put a green dotted border around the middle. With some pink and blue paint, you got all of the kids to dip their hands into the pot and make a hand print on the wall and write their names underneath their own hand. You and your husband did this as well, but with a little message as well as your names.

9 months later, you give birth to a healthy baby girl! You name her [name_f]Rose[/name_f] [name_f]Eleanor[/name_f]. You instantly fell in love with your daughter, and all of the kids adore him/her. You feel complete with all of them there, like a proper family. That’s when you start to get ideas.

When your daughter is 7 months old, you decide to take in a few more kids. You contacted the social worker and sorted out some arrangements, and just a few minutes later, you were off to collect 4 more kids.

When you get to the police station, where the kids were dropped off, you notice the dramatic age difference between them. There had to be at least 9 years between the oldest and the youngest sibling. There are 3 boys and a girl. The oldest boy, [name_m]Atticus[/name_m], is 13, he’s just recently made the transition from child to teenager, and is quite moody, not that you’re not used to having moody teenagers in the house. The second boy is 9, soon to be 10, and his name is [name_u]Carson[/name_u]. He’s a very smart boy, and is told to be very helpful around the house. The girl, [name_f]Willow[/name_f] is 6, with layered brown hair and bright green eyes, her name suits her rather well. The youngest out of the 4, [name_u]Evan[/name_u], is 2.

The new kids mother had recently died in a car crash. Their father was driving the car, but he ended up surviving it with just a few cuts and bruises. The people in the other car weren’t as fortunate as he was, they were all killed in the crash. Their father was then arrested for man slaughter. Only the teenage understands what happened, and he doesn’t want any of his siblings to know until they’re older.

Now, with a pretty full house, 10 foster children and 1 of your own, your husband thinks it’s best if there’s no more kids for a while. But, just as he said that, you thought it was the right time to announce that you’re pregnant again. You don’t know what he’s going to say, but you hope that it’s good. At first, he’s a little bit annoyed, but when you tell him that it’s twins, he gets up and leaves. He didn’t return that night. Or the night after. Or the night after that.

7 months into your pregnancy, you go into early labour, but your husband isn’t there to take care of you. All you have is a bunch of teenagers and kids who have no idea what to do. Of course, they called the ambulance straight away, but with the amount of traffic, it was going to take quite a while for them to get there. One of the older kids manages to keep the younger kids away and distracted, while the teenagers help you.

5 hours in, and the paramedic’s finally arrive- just as you’re starting to push! You give birth to the twins, who are, luckily, very healthy and fully developed. The biggest shock to you was that after you thought it was all over, you felt the need to push again! So, you did. And seven minutes later, you welcomed another baby to the world - TRIPLETS!

The triplets were all fine and had nothing wrong with them. You name your three new daughters: [name_f]Alexandra[/name_f] [name_u]Scout[/name_u], [name_f]Arianna[/name_f] [name_u]Skye[/name_u] and [name_f]Adelaide[/name_f] [name_f]Summer[/name_f].

With 4 of your own kids, and 11 fosters, you don’t think you can take any more, that’s 15 kids! But, you and your big heart to decide to just take in one more. Only one. When the triplets are 1, and your daughter is 2 and a half, you bring a small, shy little girl into the house, her name is Rumour, and she’s 7. [name_m]Both[/name_m] of her parents were killed when some reckless teenagers broke into their house and shot both of her parents. Since then, she hasn’t talked as much as she used to.

You decide, after a long and thoughtful thinking, that you’re going to adopt all of the foster children! You’ve grown attached to all 12 of them, and you love them like they’re your own children, and you’re own kids treat them like siblings. You haven’t heard from your husband in over a year, so you just take over everything and sign the adoption agreements!

Mum: [name_f]Marie[/name_f]
With: [name_u]Peyton[/name_u] (19), [name_f]Ella[/name_f]-[name_u]Jae[/name_u] (18), [name_u]West[/name_u] (16), [name_f]Attie[/name_f] (16), [name_m]Beckett[/name_m] (15), [name_m]Jac[/name_m] (13.5), [name_u]Carson[/name_u] (13), [name_f]Henny[/name_f] (10), [name_f]Willow[/name_f] (9), [name_u]Rue[/name_u] (8), [name_u]Evan[/name_u] (5), [name_f]Rose[/name_f] (3.5), [name_u]Allie[/name_u] & [name_f]Annie[/name_f] & [name_f]Addie[/name_f] (2).

Your name is [name_f]Kayla[/name_f] [name_f]Marie[/name_f] [name_u]Elliott[/name_u] and you are 24 years old. You live in a large house with your husband, [name_m]Benjamin[/name_m] [name_m]Theodore[/name_m] [name_f]Poet[/name_f] in [name_f]Santa[/name_f] [name_f]Monica[/name_f], [name_f]CA[/name_f]. You and your husband met when you were teenagers in a group care home. It was tough growing up and being moved to and from different houses every 6 or so months, but when you’re in the system, you never leave. [name_m]Both[/name_m] you and your husband know what it’s like to live in someone’s home where they have their own kids and don’t pay any attention to the fosters, and neither of you want that to happen to many others. So, you both decided to become foster parents. Seeing as you have a large house with many empty bedrooms and no kids of your own, you thought it would be a good idea, and hopefully it would be the last foster home for all the children who come to stay.

The first group of children to come are two siblings, a brother and a sister. The girl is 15, her name is [name_f]Gabriella[/name_f] [name_u]Carmen[/name_u] [name_m]Ramirez[/name_m] and she is the quiet sibling, she comes off as rude at first, but once she realizes you’re not there to hurt her or criticize her, she begins to open up to you. The boy is 11, and his name is [name_m]Juan[/name_m] [name_m]Carlito[/name_m] [name_m]Ramirez[/name_m], he’s quite energetic and friendly, but nothing like his older sister. They both have hazel eyes, but the girl has black hair, and the boy has brown hair.

A week after the first two have settled in, you get a phone call from [name_f]Arabella[/name_f] Tamarin [name_u]Page[/name_u], the social worker. You find out that an old friend of yours, [name_f]Estella[/name_f] [name_f]Gail[/name_f] [name_m]King[/name_m], had recently died from a drug overdose, and left her three children in her wake. The social worker pleads you to take in the children, because you knew their mother, and you just can’t so no. [name_m]Just[/name_m] two days later, you have five kids in the house.

Your friend had three kids, two boys and a girl. The girl is the eldest, being 14 and her name is [name_f]Francesca[/name_f] [name_f]Beatrice[/name_f] [name_m]King[/name_m], the eldest boy is 12, and called [name_m]Tullio[/name_m] [name_u]Michael[/name_u] [name_m]King[/name_m] and the youngest is 9 and his name is [name_m]Eduardo[/name_m] [name_m]Karl[/name_m] [name_m]King[/name_m]. All three of them have bad attitudes and tend to argue over the smallest things, and according to the social worker, their fights get a bit physical sometimes. You and your husband knew it was going to be tough, but you were willing to try it. The girl, [name_f]Francesca[/name_f] ends up rooming with [name_f]Gabriella[/name_f], the first girl you fostered, and it turns out they are very alike, and they immediately get along. All three of the boys get along nicely and all have something in common with each other.

Your husband thinks that instead of taking in another foster child just yet, maybe you should try for your own. Of course, you’ve always wanted your own kids, but you don’t want the foster kids to think that you’re having a baby to get rid of them all. You decide against it, for now. But, a few weeks later, you’ve woken yourself up early in the morning, needing to throw up. At first, you think it’s just a stomach bug, but as it continues to happen every morning, you end up having to take a home pregnancy test. And it turns out positive.

You tell your husband and he is ecstatic! You decide to tell the kids when they get home from school, and they’re all happy for you and your husband, but one of the girls, [name_f]Francesca[/name_f], is quite upset about it. You go to talk to her about it and find out why she was so upset. She tells you that in her last foster house, they had to leave because the foster mother got pregnant, and she didn’t want the stress of other kids around. You made sure to tell her that none of them will be going anywhere, at least until they get adopted, and your house will be their last house in the system.

One week after finding out you are pregnant, you get a phone call. Once again, it was from the social worker. She was looking for a nice home for a young girl who had no where else to go. She had been to so many different homes, and her last resort was either go to a group home, which is where she will be until she’s 18, or find a new foster family with other foster kids, who will make her feel welcome. You can’t say no.

A day later, the little girl arrived. She had long, blonde hair down to her waist, her fringe pinned back by a silver alice band, and piercing blue eyes. Her name is [name_f]Luna[/name_f] [name_f]Miriam[/name_f] Macabre, and she’s only 5 years old, the youngest of all the kids, so far. She’s a little sweetheart who does everything she’s told. She never whines or whinges and she gets along with everyone. She’s very quiet though.

As your pregnancy carried on, you decided that it was time to decorate the baby’s room. You, your husband and all 6 of the kids get straight into it. You painted the room a crisp white and put a green dotted border around the middle. With some pink and blue paint, you got all of the kids to dip their hands into the pot and make a hand print on the wall and write their names underneath their own hand. You and your husband did this as well, but with a little message as well as your names.

9 months later, you give birth to a healthy baby boy, You name him [name_m]Julian[/name_m] [name_m]Phillip[/name_m] [name_f]Poet[/name_f]. You instantly fell in love with your son, and all of the kids adore him. You feel complete with all of them there, like a proper family. That’s when you start to get ideas.

When your son is 7 months old, you decide to take in a few more kids. You contacted the social worker and sorted out some arrangements, and just a few minutes later, you were off to collect 4 more kids.

When you get to the police station, where the kids were dropped off, you notice the dramatic age difference between them. There had to be at least 9 years between the oldest and the youngest sibling. There are 3 boys and a girl. The oldest boy, [name_u]Devin[/name_u] [name_u]Cory[/name_u] McMichaels, is 13, he’s just recently made the transition from child to teenager, and is quite moody, not that you’re not used to having moody teenagers in the house. The second boy is 9, soon to be 10, and his name is [name_f]Grier[/name_f] [name_u]Tyler[/name_u] McMichaels. He’s a very smart boy, and is told to be very helpful around the house. The girl, [name_f]Aoife[/name_f] [name_f]Saoirse[/name_f] McMichaels, is 6, with layered brown hair and bright green eyes, her name suits her rather well. The youngest out of the 4, [name_u]Andre[/name_u] [name_u]Cruz[/name_u] McMichaels, is 2.

The new kids mother had recently died in a car crash. Their father was driving the car, but he ended up surviving it with just a few cuts and bruises. The people in the other car weren’t as fortunate as he was, they were all killed in the crash. Their father was then arrested for manslaughter. Only the teenage understands what happened, and he doesn’t want any of his siblings to know until they’re older.

Now, with a pretty full house, 10 foster children and 1 of your own, your husband thinks it’s best if there’s no more kids for a while. But, just as he said that, you thought it was the right time to announce that you’re pregnant again. You don’t know what he’s going to say, but you hope that it’s good. At first, he’s a little bit annoyed, but when you tell him that it’s twins, he gets up and leaves. He didn’t return that night. Or the night after. Or the night after that.

7 months into your pregnancy, you go into early labour, but your husband isn’t there to take care of you. All you have is a bunch of teenagers and kids who have no idea what to do. Of course, they called the ambulance straight away, but with the amount of traffic, it was going to take quite a while for them to get there. One of the older kids manages to keep the younger kids away and distracted, while the teenagers help you.

5 hours in, and the paramedic’s finally arrive-just as you’re starting to push! You give birth to the twins, who are, luckily, very healthy and fully developed. The biggest shock to you was that after you thought it was all over, you felt the need to push again! So, you did. And seven minutes later, you welcomed another baby to the world - TRIPLETS!

The triplets were all fine and had nothing wrong with them. You named the twins [name_f]Vivienne[/name_f] [name_f]Rose[/name_f], [name_f]Virginia[/name_f] [name_f]Ruth[/name_f], & [name_f]Victoria[/name_f] [name_f]Rosalind[/name_f] [name_u]Elliott[/name_u].

With 4 of your own kids, and 11 fosters, you don’t think you can take any more, that’s 15 kids! But, you and your big heart to decide to just take in one more. Only one. When the triplets are 1, and your son/daughter is 2 and a half, you bring a small, shy little girl into the house, her name is [name_f]Dora[/name_f] [name_u]Whitney[/name_u] [name_u]Steele[/name_u] and she’s 7. [name_m]Both[/name_m] of her parents were killed when some reckless teenagers broke into their house and shot both of her parents. Since then, she hasn’t talked as much as she used to.

You decide, after a long and thoughtful thinking, that you’re going to adopt all of the foster children! You’ve grown attached to all 12 of them, and you love them like they’re your own children, and you’re own kids treat them like siblings. You haven’t heard from your husband in over a year, so you just take over everything and sign the adoption agreements!

[name_f]Kayla[/name_f] [name_f]Marie[/name_f] [name_u]Elliott[/name_u] & [name_m]Benjamin[/name_m] [name_m]Theodore[/name_m] [name_f]Poet[/name_f]

[name_f]Gabriella[/name_f] [name_u]Carmen[/name_u] ‘[name_u]Gabby[/name_u]’
[name_m]Juan[/name_m] [name_m]Carlito[/name_m] ‘JC’
[name_f]Francesca[/name_f] [name_f]Beatrice[/name_f] ‘[name_u]Frankie[/name_u]’
[name_m]Tullio[/name_m] [name_u]Michael[/name_u]
[name_m]Eduardo[/name_m] [name_m]Karl[/name_m] ‘[name_m]Eddie[/name_m]’
[name_f]Luna[/name_f] [name_f]Miriam[/name_f]
[name_m]Julian[/name_m] [name_m]Phillip[/name_m] ‘[name_u]Jules[/name_u]’
[name_u]Devin[/name_u] [name_u]Cory[/name_u]
[name_f]Grier[/name_f] [name_u]Tyler[/name_u]
[name_f]Aoife[/name_f] [name_f]Saoirse[/name_f]
[name_u]Andre[/name_u] [name_u]Cruz[/name_u]
[name_f]Vivienne[/name_f] [name_f]Rose[/name_f] ‘[name_f]Viv[/name_f]’, [name_f]Virginia[/name_f] [name_f]Ruth[/name_f] ‘[name_f]Ginger[/name_f]’, & [name_f]Victoria[/name_f] [name_f]Rosalind[/name_f] ‘[name_f]Vika[/name_f]’
[name_f]Dora[/name_f] [name_u]Whitney[/name_u]

Your name is [name_f]Freya[/name_f] [name_f]Bernadette[/name_f] and you are 25 years old. You live in a large house with your husband, [name_u]Emmett[/name_u] [name_u]James[/name_u] in [name_m]Melbourne[/name_m], [name_f]Victoria[/name_f]. You and your husband met when you were teenagers in a group care home. It was tough growing up and being moved to and from different houses every 6 or so months, but when you’re in the system, you never leave. [name_m]Both[/name_m] you and your husband know what it’s like to live in someone’s home where they have their own kids and don’t pay any attention to the fosters, and neither of you want that to happen to many others. So, you both decided to become foster parents. Seeing as you have a large house with many empty bedrooms and no kids of your own, you thought it would be a good idea, and hopefully it would be the last foster home for all the children who come to stay.

The first group of children to come are two siblings, a brother and a sister. The girl is 15, her name is [name_f]Clara[/name_f] [name_f]Louise[/name_f] and she is the quiet sibling, she comes off as rude at first, but once she realizes you’re not there to hurt her or criticize her, she begins to open up to you. The boy is 11, and his name is [name_m]Oliver[/name_m] [name_m]Joseph[/name_m], he’s quite energetic and friendly, but nothing like his older sister. They both have brown eyes, but the girl has red hair, and the boy has brown hair.

A week after the first two have settled in, you get a phone call from [name_f]Jenna[/name_f], the social worker. You find out that an old friend of yours, [name_f]Imogen[/name_f], had recently died from a drug overdose, and left her three children in her wake. The social worker pleads you to take in the children, because you knew their mother, and you just can’t so no. [name_m]Just[/name_m] two days later, you have five kids in the house.

Your friend had three kids, two boys and a girl. The girl is the eldest, being 14 and her name is [name_f]Carolina[/name_f]-[name_f]Maisie[/name_f], the eldest boy is 12, and called [name_u]Owen[/name_u] [name_m]Viggo[/name_m] and the youngest is 9 and his name is [name_u]Dominik[/name_u] [name_m]Dudley[/name_m]. All three of them have bad attitudes and tend to argue over the smallest things, and according to the social worker, their fights get a bit physical sometimes. You and your husband knew it was going to be tough, but you were willing to try it. The girl, [name_f]Carolina[/name_f]-[name_f]Maisie[/name_f] ends up rooming with [name_f]Clara[/name_f], the first girl you fostered, and it turns out they are very alike, and they immediately get along. All three of the boys get along nicely and all have something in common with each other.

Your husband thinks that instead of taking in another foster child just yet, maybe you should try for your own. Of course, you’ve always wanted your own kids, but you don’t want the foster kids to think that you’re having a baby to get rid of them all. You decide against it, for now. But, a few weeks later, you’ve woken yourself up early in the morning, needing to throw up. At first, you think it’s just a stomach bug, but as it continues to happen every morning, you end up having to take a home pregnancy test. And it turns out positive.

You tell your husband and he is ecstatic! You decide to tell the kids when they get home from school, and they’re all happy for you and your husband, but one of the girls, [name_f]Clara[/name_f], is quite upset about it. You go to talk to her about it and find out why she was so upset. She tells you that in her last foster house, they had to leave because the foster mother got pregnant, and she didn’t want the stress of other kids around. You made sure to tell her that none of them will be going anywhere, at least until they get adopted, and your house will be their last house in the system.

One week after finding out you are pregnant, you get a phone call. Once again, it was from the social worker. She was looking for a nice home for a young girl who had no where else to go. She had been to so many different homes, and her last resort was either go to a group home, which is where she will be until she’s 18, or find a new foster family with other foster kids, who will make her feel welcome. You can’t say no.

A day later, the little girl arrived. She had long, blonde hair down to her waist, her fringe pinned back by a silver alice band, and piercing blue eyes. Her name is [name_f]Eloise[/name_f] [name_f]Amelia[/name_f], and she’s only 5 years old, the youngest of all the kids, so far. She’s a little sweetheart who does everything she’s told. She never whines or whinges and she gets along with everyone. She’s very quiet though.

As your pregnancy carried on, you decided that it was time to decorate the baby’s room. You, your husband and all 6 of the kids get straight into it. You painted the room a crisp white and put a green dotted border around the middle. With some pink and blue paint, you got all of the kids to dip their hands into the pot and make a hand print on the wall and write their names underneath their own hand. You and your husband did this as well, but with a little message as well as your names.

9 months later, you give birth to a healthy baby girl! You name her [name_f]Genevieve[/name_f] [name_f]Martha[/name_f]. You instantly fell in love with your daughter, and all of the kids adore her. You feel complete with all of them there, like a proper family. That’s when you start to get ideas.

When your daughter is 7 months old, you decide to take in a few more kids. You contacted the social worker and sorted out some arrangements, and just a few minutes later, you were off to collect 4 more kids.

When you get to the police station, where the kids were dropped off, you notice the dramatic age difference between them. There had to be at least 9 years between the oldest and the youngest sibling. There are 3 boys and a girl. The oldest boy, [name_m]Jacob[/name_m] [name_m]Matthew[/name_m], is 13, he’s just recently made the transition from child to teenager, and is quite moody, not that you’re not used to having moody teenagers in the house. The second boy is 9, soon to be 10, and his name is [name_m]George[/name_m] [name_f]Olive[/name_f]r. He’s a very smart boy, and is told to be very helpful around the house. The girl, [name_f]Evangeline[/name_f] [name_f]Rose[/name_f], is 6, with layered brown hair and bright green eyes, her name suits her rather well. The youngest out of the 4, [name_u]Hayden[/name_u] [name_m]Zeke[/name_m], is 2.

The new kids mother had recently died in a car crash. Their father was driving the car, but he ended up surviving it with just a few cuts and bruises. The people in the other car weren’t as fortunate as he was, they were all killed in the crash. Their father was then arrested for man slaughter. Only the teenage understands what happened, and he doesn’t want any of his siblings to know until they’re older.

Now, with a pretty full house, 10 foster children and 1 of your own, your husband thinks it’s best if there’s no more kids for a while. But, just as he said that, you thought it was the right time to announce that you’re pregnant again. You don’t know what he’s going to say, but you hope that it’s good. At first, he’s a little bit annoyed, but when you tell him that it’s twins, he gets up and leaves. He didn’t return that night. Or the night after. Or the night after that.

7 months into your pregnancy, you go into early labour, but your husband isn’t there to take care of you. All you have is a bunch of teenagers and kids who have no idea what to do. Of course, they called the ambulance straight away, but with the amount of traffic, it was going to take quite a while for them to get there. One of the older kids manages to keep the younger kids away and distracted, while the teenagers help you.

5 hours in, and the paramedic’s finally arrive- just as you’re starting to push! You give birth to the twins, who are, luckily, very healthy and fully developed. The biggest shock to you was that after you thought it was all over, you felt the need to push again! So, you did. And seven minutes later, you welcomed another baby to the world - TRIPLETS!

The triplets were all fine and had nothing wrong with them b.[/b] You named the twins [name_f]Elsa[/name_f] [name_f]Melody[/name_f], [name_f]Adelaide[/name_f] [name_f]Rive[/name_f]r and [name_f]Henrietta[/name_f] [name_f]Edith[/name_f].

With 4 of your own kids, and 11 fosters, you don’t think you can take any more, that’s 15 kids! But, you and your big heart to decide to just take in one more. Only one. When the triplets are 1, and your daughter is 2 and a half, you bring a small, shy little girl into the house, her name is [name_f]Penelope[/name_f] [name_f]Arianna[/name_f] and she’s 7. [name_m]Both[/name_m] of her parents were killed when some reckless teenagers broke into their house and shot both of her parents. Since then, she hasn’t talked as much as she used to.

You decide, after a long and thoughtful thinking, that you’re going to adopt all of the foster children! You’ve grown attached to all 12 of them, and you love them like they’re your own children, and you’re own kids treat them like siblings. You haven’t heard from your husband in over a year, so you just take over everything and sign the adoption agreements!

[QUOTE=laceyharkins;2363718]Your name is Elizabeth Jolie Dittmer and you are 24years old. You live in a large house with your husband, Augustus Tobias Dittmer in Atlanta, Georgia. You and your husband met when you were teenagers in a group care home. It was tough growing up and being moved to and from different houses every 6 or so months, but when you’re in the system, you never leave. [name_m]Both[/name_m] you and your husband know what it’s like to live in someone’s home where they have their own kids and don’t pay any attention to the fosters, and neither of you want that to happen to many others. So, you both decided to become foster parents. Seeing as you have a large house with many empty bedrooms and no kids of your own, you thought it would be a good idea, and hopefully it would be the last foster home for all the children who come to stay.

The first group of children to come are two siblings, a brother and a sister. The girl is 15, her name is [name_f]Atlanta[/name_f] [name_u]Kay[/name_u] “AK” and she is the quiet sibling, she comes off as rude at first, but once she realizes you’re not there to hurt her or criticize her, she begins to open up to you. The boy is 11, and his name is [name_u]Hudson[/name_u] [name_u]Grey[/name_u], he’s quite energetic and friendly, but nothing like his older sister. They both have deep blue eyes, but the girl has [name_m]Light[/name_m] brown hair, and the boy has dark brown hair.

A week after the first two have settled in, you get a phone call from [name_f]Maryanne[/name_f] , the social worker. You find out that an old friend of yours, [name_u]Sydney[/name_u] [name_f]Ann[/name_f] [name_m]Thompson[/name_m], had recently died from a drug overdose, and left her three children in her wake. The social worker pleads you to take in the children, because you knew their mother, and you just can’t so no. [name_m]Just[/name_m] two days later, you have five kids in the house.

Your friend had three kids, two boys and a girl. The girl is the eldest, being 14 and her name is [name_u]Eden[/name_u] [name_f]Margo[/name_f], the eldest boy is 12, and called [name_m]Jerome[/name_m] [name_m]Parks[/name_m] and the youngest is 9 and his name is [name_m]Benedict[/name_m] [name_u]Owen[/name_u] “[name_m]Ben[/name_m]”. All three of them have bad attitudes and tend to argue over the smallest things, and according to the social worker, their fights get a bit physical sometimes. You and your husband knew it was going to be tough, but you were willing to try it. The girl, [name_u]Eden[/name_u], ends up rooming with AK, the first girl you fostered, and it turns out they are very alike, and they immediately get along. All three of the boys get along nicely and all have something in common with each other.

Your husband thinks that instead of taking in another foster child just yet, maybe you should try for your own. Of course, you’ve always wanted your own kids, but you don’t want the foster kids to think that you’re having a baby to get rid of them all. You decide against it, for now. But, a few weeks later, you’ve woken yourself up early in the morning, needing to throw up. At first, you think it’s just a stomach bug, but as it continues to happen every morning, you end up having to take a home pregnancy test. And it turns out positive.

You tell your husband and he is ecstatic! You decide to tell the kids when they get home from school, and they’re all happy for you and your husband, but one of the girls, [name_u]Eden[/name_u], is quite upset about it. You go to talk to her about it and find out why she was so upset. She tells you that in her last foster house, they had to leave because the foster mother got pregnant, and she didn’t want the stress of other kids around. You made sure to tell her that none of them will be going anywhere, at least until they get adopted, and your house will be their last house in the system.

One week after finding out you are pregnant, you get a phone call. Once again, it was from the social worker. She was looking for a nice home for a young girl who had no where else to go. She had been to so many different homes, and her last resort was either go to a group home, which is where she will be until she’s 18, or find a new foster family with other foster kids, who will make her feel welcome. You can’t say no.

A day later, the little girl arrived. She had long, blonde hair down to her waist, her fringe pinned back by a silver alice band, and piercing blue eyes. Her name is [name_f]Erina[/name_f] [name_f]Adelaide[/name_f], and she’s only 5 years old, the youngest of all the kids, so far. She’s a little sweetheart who does everything she’s told. She never whines or whinges and she gets along with everyone. She’s very quiet though.

As your pregnancy carried on, you decided that it was time to decorate the baby’s room. You, your husband and all 6 of the kids get straight into it. You painted the room a crisp white and put a green dotted border around the middle. With some pink and blue paint, you got all of the kids to dip their hands into the pot and make a hand print on the wall and write their names underneath their own hand. You and your husband did this as well, but with a little message as well as your names.

9 months later, you give birth to a healthy baby (if you were born [name_u]Jan[/name_u]-[name_f]May[/name_f], it’s a boy, [name_u]June[/name_u]-Dec, it’s a girl)! You name her [name_f]Eleanor[/name_f] [name_u]Scout[/name_u] “[name_f]Ellie[/name_f]”. You instantly fell in love with your son/daughter, and all of the kids adore him/her. You feel complete with all of them there, like a proper family. That’s when you start to get ideas.

When your son/daughter is 7 months old, you decide to take in a few more kids. You contacted the social worker and sorted out some arrangements, and just a few minutes later, you were off to collect 4 more kids.

When you get to the police station, where the kids were dropped off, you notice the dramatic age difference between them. There had to be at least 9 years between the oldest and the youngest sibling. There are 3 boys and a girl. The oldest boy, [name_u]Carter[/name_u] [name_m]Allen[/name_m], is 13, he’s just recently made the transition from child to teenager, and is quite moody, not that you’re not used to having moody teenagers in the house. The second boy is 9, soon to be 10, and his name is [name_m]Cedric[/name_m] [name_m]Gavin[/name_m]. He’s a very smart boy, and is told to be very helpful around the house. The girl, [name_f]Clementine[/name_f] [name_f]Marie[/name_f] “[name_f]Emi[/name_f]”, is 6, with layered brown hair and bright green eyes, her name suits her rather well. The youngest out of the 4, [name_m]Conor[/name_m] [name_u]Flynn[/name_u], is 2.

The new kids mother had recently died in a car crash. Their father was driving the car, but he ended up surviving it with just a few cuts and bruises. The people in the other car weren’t as fortunate as he was, they were all killed in the crash. Their father was then arrested for man slaughter. Only the teenage understands what happened, and he doesn’t want any of his siblings to know until they’re older.

Now, with a pretty full house, 10 foster children and 1 of your own, your husband thinks it’s best if there’s no more kids for a while. But, just as he said that, you thought it was the right time to announce that you’re pregnant again. You don’t know what he’s going to say, but you hope that it’s good. At first, he’s a little bit annoyed, but when you tell him that it’s twins, he gets up and leaves. He didn’t return that night. Or the night after. Or the night after that.

7 months into your pregnancy, you go into early labour, but your husband isn’t there to take care of you. All you have is a bunch of teenagers and kids who have no idea what to do. Of course, they called the ambulance straight away, but with the amount of traffic, it was going to take quite a while for them to get there. One of the older kids manages to keep the younger kids away and distracted, while the teenagers help you.

5 hours in, and the paramedic’s finally arrive- just as you’re starting to push! You give birth to the twins, who are, luckily, very healthy and fully developed. The biggest shock to you was that after you thought it was all over, you felt the need to push again! So, you did. And seven minutes later, you welcomed another baby to the world - TRIPLETS!

The triplets were all fine and had nothing wrong with them. (G/G/G if you’re aged under 20, B/B/B if you’re aged from 21-30, B/G/G OR G/B/B if you’re over 30, you decide!) You name them [name_m]Beckett[/name_m] [name_u]Sullivan[/name_u], [name_u]Logan[/name_u] [name_u]Cade[/name_u], and [name_m]Augustine[/name_m] [name_m]Hayes[/name_m] “[name_u]Gus[/name_u]”

With 4 of your own kids, and 11 fosters, you don’t think you can take any more, that’s 15 kids! But, you and your big heart to decide to just take in one more. Only one. When the triplets are 1, and your son/daughter is 2 and a half, you bring a small, shy little girl into the house, her name is [name_f]Mallory[/name_f] [name_f]Jane[/name_f] and she’s 7. [name_m]Both[/name_m] of her parents were killed when some reckless teenagers broke into their house and shot both of her parents. Since then, she hasn’t talked as much as she used to.

You decide, after a long and thoughtful thinking, that you’re going to adopt all of the foster children! You’ve grown attached to all 12 of them, and you love them like they’re your own children, and you’re own kids treat them like siblings. You haven’t heard from your husband in over a year, so you just take over everything and sign the adoption agreements!

You now have 15 kids! Name your family:
[name_f]Atlanta[/name_f] [name_u]Kay[/name_u] “AK” (18)
[name_u]Eden[/name_u] [name_f]Margo[/name_f] (17)
[name_m]Jerome[/name_m] [name_m]Parks[/name_m] (16)
[name_u]Hudson[/name_u] [name_u]Grey[/name_u] (14)
[name_u]Carter[/name_u] [name_m]Allen[/name_m] (14)
[name_m]Benedict[/name_m] [name_u]Owen[/name_u] (12)
[name_m]Cedric[/name_m] [name_m]Gavin[/name_m] (10)
[name_f]Erina[/name_f] [name_f]Adelaide[/name_f] (8)
[name_f]Clementine[/name_f] [name_f]Marie[/name_f] “[name_f]Emi[/name_f]” (7)
[name_f]Mallory[/name_f] [name_f]Jane[/name_f] (7)
[name_m]Conor[/name_m] [name_u]Flynn[/name_u] (3)
[name_f]Eleanor[/name_f] [name_u]Scout[/name_u] (2)
[name_m]Beckett[/name_m] [name_u]Sullivan[/name_u] (NB)
[name_u]Logan[/name_u] [name_u]Cade[/name_u] (NB)
[name_m]Augustine[/name_m] [name_m]Hayes[/name_m] “[name_u]Gus[/name_u]” (NB)

Me: [name_u]Andrea[/name_u] [name_u]Kelsey[/name_u] [name_m]Pilot[/name_m].
Husband: [name_m]Eli[/name_m] [name_m]Jacob[/name_m] [name_m]Pilot[/name_m].

Social Worker: [name_m]Jesus[/name_m] [name_m]Ricardo[/name_m] [name_m]Arturo[/name_m].
[name_m]Friend[/name_m]: [name_f]Maria[/name_f] [name_f]Catherine[/name_f] [name_m]Meir[/name_m].
[name_f]Annabelle[/name_f]'s Last [name_m]Foster[/name_m] Mom: [name_u]Brooke[/name_u] [name_f]Elizabeth[/name_f] [name_u]Tate[/name_u].
[name_m]Caspian[/name_m] Family’s Mom: [name_f]Nora[/name_f] [name_f]Georgette[/name_f] [name_m]Caspian[/name_m].
[name_m]Caspian[/name_m] Family’s Dad: [name_m]Diego[/name_m] [name_m]Jonathan[/name_m] [name_m]Caspian[/name_m].
[name_u]Kendall[/name_u]'s Mom: [name_f]Liliana[/name_f] [name_f]Mari[/name_f] [name_m]Turner[/name_m].
[name_u]Kendall[/name_u]'s Dad: [name_m]Miles[/name_m] [name_m]Derrick[/name_m] [name_m]Turner[/name_m].

  1. [name_f]Annabelle[/name_f] [name_f]Rose[/name_f] [name_m]Ryder[/name_m], 18.
  2. [name_m]Cole[/name_m] [name_m]Benjamin[/name_m] [name_m]Ryder[/name_m], 14.
  3. [name_u]Paisley[/name_u]-[name_f]Ann[/name_f] [name_f]Elizabeth[/name_f] [name_m]Meir[/name_m], 17.
  4. [name_u]Micah[/name_u] [name_m]George[/name_m] [name_m]Meir[/name_m], 15.
  5. [name_m]Vincent[/name_m] [name_m]Zane[/name_m] [name_m]Meir[/name_m], 12.
  6. [name_f]Paige[/name_f] [name_f]Renee[/name_f] [name_m]Spiro[/name_m], 8.
  7. [name_u]Ruby[/name_u] [name_f]Elisabeth[/name_f] [name_m]Pilot[/name_m], 2.
  8. [name_u]Max[/name_u] [name_m]Daniel[/name_m] [name_m]Caspian[/name_m], 15.
  9. [name_m]Eric[/name_m] [name_m]Thomas[/name_m] [name_m]Caspian[/name_m], 12.
  10. [name_f]Lilly[/name_f] [name_f]Katherine[/name_f] [name_m]Caspian[/name_m], 8.
  11. [name_u]Hayden[/name_u] [name_u]Michael[/name_u] [name_m]Caspian[/name_m], 4.
  12. [name_f]Jade[/name_f] [name_f]Madeleine[/name_f] [name_m]Pilot[/name_m], 1.
  13. [name_f]Destiny[/name_f] [name_f]Rose[/name_f] [name_m]Pilot[/name_m], 1.
  14. [name_f]Nicole[/name_f] [name_u]Taylor[/name_u] [name_m]Pilot[/name_m], 1.
  15. [name_u]Kendall[/name_u] [name_f]Katrina[/name_f] [name_m]Turner[/name_m], 7.

[name_f]Annie[/name_f], [name_u]Paisley[/name_u]-[name_f]Ann[/name_f], [name_u]Micah[/name_u], [name_u]Max[/name_u], [name_m]Cole[/name_m], [name_m]Vince[/name_m], [name_m]Eric[/name_m], [name_f]Paige[/name_f], [name_f]Lilly[/name_f], [name_u]Kendall[/name_u], [name_u]Hayden[/name_u], [name_u]Ruby[/name_u], [name_f]Jade[/name_f], [name_f]Destiny[/name_f], [name_u]Nikki[/name_u].

Your name is [name_f]Jolene[/name_f] [name_u]Avery[/name_u] [name_f]Mae[/name_f] [name_u]Monroe[/name_u] and you are 21 years old. You live in a large house with your husband, [name_m]Lancashire[/name_m] [name_m]Axel[/name_m] [name_m]King[/name_m] [name_u]Monroe[/name_u] in [name_f]Barcelona[/name_f], Spain. You and your husband met when you were teenagers in a group care home. It was tough growing up and being moved to and from different houses every 6 or so months, but when you’re in the system, you never leave. Both you and your husband know what it’s like to live in someone’s home where they have their own kids and don’t pay any attention to the fosters, and neither of you want that to happen to many others. So, you both decided to become foster parents. Seeing as you have a large house with many empty bedrooms and no kids of your own, you thought it would be a good idea, and hopefully it would be the last foster home for all the children who come to stay.

The first group of children to come are two siblings, a brother and a sister. The girl is 15, her name is [name_u]Cali[/name_u] [name_f]Veronika[/name_f] [name_f]Mable[/name_f] and she is the quiet sibling, she comes off as rude at first, but once she realizes you’re not there to hurt her or criticize her, she begins to open up to you. The boy is 11, and his name is [name_m]Jax[/name_m] [name_m]Anchor[/name_m] [name_u]Kieran[/name_u], he’s quite energetic and friendly, but nothing like his older sister. They both have green eyes, but the girl has black hair, and the boy has brown hair.

A week after the first two have settled in, you get a phone call from [name_f]Beatrice[/name_f], the social worker. You find out that an old friend of yours, [name_f]Amelia[/name_f] [name_f]Jane[/name_f], had recently died from a drug overdose, and left her three children in her wake. The social worker pleads you to take in the children, because you knew their mother, and you just can’t so no. [name_m]Just[/name_m] two days later, you have five kids in the house.

Your friend had three kids, two boys and a girl. The girl is the eldest, being 14 and her name is [name_f]Arabia[/name_f] [name_u]James[/name_u] [name_u]Peyton[/name_u], the eldest boy is 12, and called [name_m]Tarek[/name_m] [name_m]Donovan[/name_m] [name_u]Sawyer[/name_u] and the youngest is 9 and his name is [name_m]Omar[/name_m] [name_m]Anderson[/name_m] [name_u]Bentley[/name_u]. All three of them have bad attitudes and tend to argue over the smallest things, and according to the social worker, their fights get a bit physical sometimes. You and your husband knew it was going to be tough, but you were willing to try it. The girl, [name_f]Arabia[/name_f] ends up rooming with [name_u]Cali[/name_u], the first girl you fostered, and it turns out they are very alike, and they immediately get along. All three of the boys get along nicely and all have something in common with each other.

Your husband thinks that instead of taking in another foster child just yet, maybe you should try for your own. Of course, you’ve always wanted your own kids, but you don’t want the foster kids to think that you’re having a baby to get rid of them all. You decide against it, for now. But, a few weeks later, you’ve woken yourself up early in the morning, needing to throw up. At first, you think it’s just a stomach bug, but as it continues to happen every morning, you end up having to take a home pregnancy test. And it turns out positive.

You tell your husband and he is ecstatic! You decide to tell the kids when they get home from school, and they’re all happy for you and your husband, but one of the girls, [name_u]Cali[/name_u], is quite upset about it. You go to talk to her about it and find out why she was so upset. She tells you that in her last foster house, they had to leave because the foster mother got pregnant, and she didn’t want the stress of other kids around. You made sure to tell her that none of them will be going anywhere, at least until they get adopted, and your house will be their last house in the system.

One week after finding out you are pregnant, you get a phone call. Once again, it was from the social worker. She was looking for a nice home for a young girl who had no where else to go. She had been to so many different homes, and her last resort was either go to a group home, which is where she will be until she’s 18, or find a new foster family with other foster kids, who will make her feel welcome. You can’t say no.

A day later, the little girl arrived. She had long, blonde hair down to her waist, her fringe pinned back by a silver alice band, and piercing blue eyes. Her name is [name_u]Blaire[/name_u] [name_f]Ana[/name_f]ïs [name_f]Evangeline[/name_f], and she’s only 5 years old, the youngest of all the kids, so far. She’s a little sweetheart who does everything she’s told. She never whines or whinges and she gets along with everyone. She’s very quiet though.

As your pregnancy carried on, you decided that it was time to decorate the baby’s room. You, your husband and all 6 of the kids get straight into it. You painted the room a crisp white and put a green dotted border around the middle. With some pink and blue paint, you got all of the kids to dip their hands into the pot and make a hand print on the wall and write their names underneath their own hand. You and your husband did this as well, but with a little message as well as your names.

9 months later, you give birth to a healthy baby girl! You name her [name_f]Saskia[/name_f] [name_f]Maisie[/name_f] [name_f]Victoria[/name_f]. You instantly fell in love with you daughter, and all of the kids adore her. You feel complete with all of them there, like a proper family. That’s when you start to get ideas.

When your daughter is 7 months old, you decide to take in a few more kids. You contacted the social worker and sorted out some arrangements, and just a few minutes later, you were off to collect 4 more kids.

When you get to the police station, where the kids were dropped off, you notice the dramatic age difference between them. There had to be at least 9 years between the oldest and the youngest sibling. There are 3 boys and a girl. The oldest boy, [name_m]Thiago[/name_m] [name_u]Marley[/name_u] [name_m]Nixon[/name_m], is 13, he’s just recently made the transition from child to teenager, and is quite moody, not that you’re not used to having moody teenagers in the house. The second boy is 9, soon to be 10, and his name is [name_m]Alistair[/name_m] [name_m]Lachlan[/name_m] [name_m]Knox[/name_m]. He’s a very smart boy, and is told to be very helpful around the house. The girl, Kensey [name_f]Emerald[/name_f] [name_f]Belle[/name_f], is 6, with layered brown hair and bright green eyes, her name suits her rather well. The youngest out of the 4, [name_m]Romeo[/name_m] [name_u]Tristan[/name_u] [name_u]Beau[/name_u] , is 2.

The new kids mother had recently died in a car crash. Their father was driving the car, but he ended up surviving it with just a few cuts and bruises. The people in the other car weren’t as fortunate as he was, they were all killed in the crash. Their father was then arrested for man slaughter. Only the teenage understands what happened, and he doesn’t want any of his siblings to know until they’re older.

Now, with a pretty full house, 10 foster children and 1 of your own, your husband thinks it’s best if there’s no more kids for a while. But, just as he said that, you thought it was the right time to announce that you’re pregnant again. You don’t know what he’s going to say, but you hope that it’s good. At first, he’s a little bit annoyed, but when you tell him that it’s twins, he gets up and leaves. He didn’t return that night. Or the night after. Or the night after that.

7 months into your pregnancy, you go into early labour, but your husband isn’t there to take care of you. All you have is a bunch of teenagers and kids who have no idea what to do. Of course, they called the ambulance straight away, but with the amount of traffic, it was going to take quite a while for them to get there. One of the older kids manages to keep the younger kids away and distracted, while the teenagers help you.

5 hours in, and the paramedic’s finally arrive- just as you’re starting to push! You give birth to the twins, who are, luckily, very healthy and fully developed. The biggest shock to you was that after you thought it was all over, you felt the need to push again! So, you did. And seven minutes later, you welcomed another baby to the world - TRIPLETS!

The triplets were all fine and had nothing wrong with them. You named the twins [name_f]Indie[/name_f] [name_f]Clementine[/name_f] [name_f]Eva[/name_f], [name_f]Ciara[/name_f] [name_f]Elizabella[/name_f] [name_f]Ivy[/name_f], [name_f]Eileen[/name_f] [name_f]Iolanthe[/name_f] [name_f]Claire[/name_f].

With 4 of your own kids, and 11 fosters, you don’t think you can take any more, that’s 15 kids! But, you and your big heart to decide to just take in one more. Only one. When the triplets are 1, and your daughter is 2 and a half, you bring a small, shy little girl into the house, her name is [name_f]Pia[/name_f] [name_f]Josephine[/name_f] [name_u]Vale[/name_u] and she’s 7. Both of her parents were killed when some reckless teenagers broke into their house and shot both of her parents. Since then, she hasn’t talked as much as she used to.

You decide, after a long and thoughtful thinking, that you’re going to adopt all of the foster children! You’ve grown attached to all 12 of them, and you love them like they’re your own children, and you’re own kids treat them like siblings. You haven’t heard from your husband in over a year, so you just take over everything and sign the adoption agreements!

You now have 15 kids! Name your family:
[name_u]Cali[/name_u], [name_m]Jax[/name_m], [name_f]Arabia[/name_f], [name_m]Tarek[/name_m], [name_m]Omar[/name_m], [name_u]Blaire[/name_u], [name_f]Saskia[/name_f], [name_m]Thiago[/name_m], [name_m]Alistair[/name_m], Kensey, [name_m]Romeo[/name_m], [name_f]Indie[/name_f], [name_f]Ciara[/name_f], [name_f]Eileen[/name_f] & [name_f]Pia[/name_f].

Your name is [name_u]Jamie[/name_u] [name_f]Victoria[/name_f] and you are 26 years old. You live in a large house with your husband, [name_m]Nash[/name_m] [name_m]William[/name_m] in [name_m]Kingston[/name_m], Minnesota. You and your husband met when you were teenagers in a group care home. It was tough growing up and being moved to and from different houses every 6 or so months, but when you’re in the system, you never leave. Both you and your husband know what it’s like to live in someone’s home where they have their own kids and don’t pay any attention to the fosters, and neither of you want that to happen to many others. So, you both decided to become foster parents. Seeing as you have a large house with many empty bedrooms and no kids of your own, you thought it would be a good idea, and hopefully it would be the last foster home for all the children who come to stay.

The first group of children to come are two siblings, a brother and a sister. The girl is 15, her name is [name_u]Addison[/name_u] [name_f]Olivia[/name_f] and she is the quiet sibling, she comes off as rude at first, but once she realizes you’re not there to hurt her or criticize her, she begins to open up to you. The boy is 11, and his name is [name_m]Luke[/name_m] [name_m]Clayton[/name_m], he’s quite energetic and friendly, but nothing like his older sister. They both have blue eyes, but the girl has blonde hair, and the boy has brown hair.

A week after the first two have settled in, you get a phone call from Ms. [name_f]Natalie[/name_f] [name_m]Anderson[/name_m], the social worker. You find out that an old friend of yours, [name_f]Alicia[/name_f] [name_f]Erin[/name_f] [name_m]Wilkinson[/name_m], had recently died from a drug overdose, and left her three children in her wake. The social worker pleads you to take in the children, because you knew their mother, and you just can’t so no. [name_m]Just[/name_m] two days later, you have five kids in the house.

Your friend had three kids, two boys and a girl. The girl is the eldest, being 14 and her name is Paetyn [name_f]Emme[/name_f]- [name_m]Brooks[/name_m] [name_m]Tanner[/name_m], the eldest boy is 12, and the youngest is 9 and his name is [name_m]Landen[/name_m] [name_m]Jaxson[/name_m]. All three of them have bad attitudes and tend to argue over the smallest things, and according to the social worker, their fights get a bit physical sometimes. You and your husband knew it was going to be tough, but you were willing to try it. The girl, Paetyn ends up rooming with [name_u]Addison[/name_u], the first girl you fostered, and it turns out they are very alike, and they immediately get along. All three of the boys get along nicely and all have something in common with each other.

Your husband thinks that instead of taking in another foster child just yet, maybe you should try for your own. Of course, you’ve always wanted your own kids, but you don’t want the foster kids to think that you’re having a baby to get rid of them all. You decide against it, for now. But, a few weeks later, you’ve woken yourself up early in the morning, needing to throw up. At first, you think it’s just a stomach bug, but as it continues to happen every morning, you end up having to take a home pregnancy test. And it turns out positive.

You tell your husband and he is ecstatic! You decide to tell the kids when they get home from school, and they’re all happy for you and your husband, but one of the girls, [name_u]Addison[/name_u], is quite upset about it. You go to talk to her about it and find out why she was so upset. She tells you that in her last foster house, they had to leave because the foster mother got pregnant, and she didn’t want the stress of other kids around. You made sure to tell her that none of them will be going anywhere, at least until they get adopted, and your house will be their last house in the system.

One week after finding out you are pregnant, you get a phone call. Once again, it was from the social worker. She was looking for a nice home for a young girl who had no where else to go. She had been to so many different homes, and her last resort was either go to a group home, which is where she will be until she’s 18, or find a new foster family with other foster kids, who will make her feel welcome. You can’t say no.

A day later, the little girl arrived. She had long, blonde hair down to her waist, her fringe pinned back by a silver alice band, and piercing blue eyes. Her name is [name_f]Brielle[/name_f] [name_f]Kyra[/name_f], and she’s only 5 years old, the youngest of all the kids, so far. She’s a little sweetheart who does everything she’s told. She never whines or whinges and she gets along with everyone. She’s very quiet though.

As your pregnancy carried on, you decided that it was time to decorate the baby’s room. You, your husband and all 6 of the kids get straight into it. You painted the room a crisp white and put a green dotted border around the middle. With some pink and blue paint, you got all of the kids to dip their hands into the pot and make a hand print on the wall and write their names underneath their own hand. You and your husband did this as well, but with a little message as well as your names.

9 months later, you give birth to a healthy baby boy! You name him [name_m]Wyatt[/name_m] [name_m]Jonah[/name_m]. You instantly fell in love with your son, and all of the kids adore him. You feel complete with all of them there, like a proper family. That’s when you start to get ideas.

When your son is 7 months old, you decide to take in a few more kids. You contacted the social worker and sorted out some arrangements, and just a few minutes later, you were off to collect 4 more kids.

When you get to the police station, where the kids were dropped off, you notice the dramatic age difference between them. There had to be at least 9 years between the oldest and the youngest sibling. There are 3 boys and a girl. The oldest boy, [name_u]Conner[/name_u] [name_m]Vance[/name_m], is 13, he’s just recently made the transition from child to teenager, and is quite moody, not that you’re not used to having moody teenagers in the house. The second boy is 9, soon to be 10, and his name is [name_m]Greyson[/name_m] [name_m]Cole[/name_m]. He’s a very smart boy, and is told to be very helpful around the house. The girl, [name_m]Reegan[/name_m] [name_f]Alyssa[/name_f], is 6, with layered brown hair and bright green eyes, her name suits her rather well. The youngest out of the 4, [name_u]Skyler[/name_u] [name_f]Macy[/name_f], is 2.

The new kids mother had recently died in a car crash. Their father was driving the car, but he ended up surviving it with just a few cuts and bruises. The people in the other car weren’t as fortunate as he was, they were all killed in the crash. Their father was then arrested for man slaughter. Only the teenage understands what happened, and he doesn’t want any of his siblings to know until they’re older.

Now, with a pretty full house, 10 foster children and 1 of your own, your husband thinks it’s best if there’s no more kids for a while. But, just as he said that, you thought it was the right time to announce that you’re pregnant again. You don’t know what he’s going to say, but you hope that it’s good. At first, he’s a little bit annoyed, but when you tell him that it’s twins, he gets up and leaves. He didn’t return that night. Or the night after. Or the night after that.

7 months into your pregnancy, you go into early labour, but your husband isn’t there to take care of you. All you have is a bunch of teenagers and kids who have no idea what to do. Of course, they called the ambulance straight away, but with the amount of traffic, it was going to take quite a while for them to get there. One of the older kids manages to keep the younger kids away and distracted, while the teenagers help you.

5 hours in, and the paramedic’s finally arrive- just as you’re starting to push! You give birth to the twins, who are, luckily, very healthy and fully developed. The biggest shock to you was that after you thought it was all over, you felt the need to push again! So, you did. And seven minutes later, you welcomed another baby to the world - TRIPLETS!

The triplets were all fine and had nothing wrong with them. You named the twins [name_m]Maverick[/name_m] [name_m]Kellen[/name_m], [name_u]Leighton[/name_u] [name_f]Jade[/name_f] and [name_u]Ryley[/name_u] [name_f]Carleigh[/name_f].

With 4 of your own kids, and 11 fosters, you don’t think you can take any more, that’s 15 kids! But, you and your big heart to decide to just take in one more. Only one. When the triplets are 1, and your son is 2 and a half, you bring a small, shy little girl into the house, her name is [name_u]Avery[/name_u] [name_f]Savannah[/name_f] and she’s 7. Both of her parents were killed when some reckless teenagers broke into their house and shot both of her parents. Since then, she hasn’t talked as much as she used to.

You decide, after a long and thoughtful thinking, that you’re going to adopt all of the foster children! You’ve grown attached to all 12 of them, and you love them like they’re your own children, and you’re own kids treat them like siblings. You haven’t heard from your husband in over a year, so you just take over everything and sign the adoption agreements!

You now have 15 kids! Name your family:
[name_u]Addison[/name_u] [name_f]Olivia[/name_f] (18)
[name_m]Luke[/name_m] [name_m]Clayton[/name_m] (14)
Paetyn [name_f]Emme[/name_f] (18)
[name_m]Brooks[/name_m] [name_m]Tanner[/name_m] (15)
[name_m]Landen[/name_m] [name_m]Jaxson[/name_m] (12)
[name_f]Brielle[/name_f] [name_f]Kyra[/name_f] (8)
[name_m]Wyatt[/name_m] [name_m]Jonah[/name_m] (2) -biological
[name_u]Conner[/name_u] [name_m]Vance[/name_m] (15)
[name_m]Greyson[/name_m] [name_m]Cole[/name_m] (11)
[name_m]Reegan[/name_m] [name_f]Alyssa[/name_f] (8)
[name_u]Skyler[/name_u] [name_f]Macy[/name_f] (4)
[name_m]Maverick[/name_m] [name_m]Kellen[/name_m] (1) -biological
[name_u]Leighton[/name_u] [name_f]Jade[/name_f] (1) -biological
[name_u]Ryley[/name_u] [name_f]Carleigh[/name_f] (1) -biological
[name_u]Avery[/name_u] [name_f]Savannah[/name_f] (7)

[name_f]My[/name_f] name is [name_f]Emma[/name_f] [name_f]Grace[/name_f] [name_f]Margaret[/name_f] [name_m]Owens[/name_m] nee Michaels & I am 25 years old. I live in a large house with my husband, [name_u]Daniel[/name_u] [name_u]Parker[/name_u] [name_m]Owens[/name_m] in Wichita, KS. I & my husband met when we were teenagers in a group care home. It was tough growing up & being moved to & from different houses every six or so months, but when you’re in the system, you never leave. Both I & my husband know what it’s like to live in someone’s home when they have their own kids & don’t pay any attention to the fosters, & neither of us want that to happen to many others. So, we both decided to become foster parents. Seeing as we have a large house with many empty bedrooms & no kids of our own, we thought it would be a good idea, & hopefully it would be the last foster home for all the children who come to stay.

The first group of children to come are two siblings, a brother & a sister. The girl is fifteen, her name is [name_f]Margot[/name_f] [name_f]Kaitlyn[/name_f] [name_m]Winters[/name_m] & she is the quiet sibling, she comes off as rude at first, but once she realizes we’re not there to hurt her or criticize her, she begins to open up to you. The boy is eleven, & his name is [name_u]Adrian[/name_u] [name_m]Ezekiel[/name_m] [name_m]Winters[/name_m], he’s quite energetic & friendly, but nothing like his older sister. They both have green eyes, but the girl has dirty blonde hair & the boy has auburn hair.

A week after the first two have settled in, I get a phone call from [name_f]Susie[/name_f] [name_f]Sommers[/name_f], the social worker. I find that an old friend of mine, [name_f]Candy[/name_f] [name_m]Williams[/name_m], had recently from a drug overdose, & left her three children in her wake. [name_f]Susie[/name_f] pleads me to take in the children, because I knew their mother, & I just can’t say no. [name_m]Just[/name_m] two days later, I have five kids in the house.

[name_f]Candy[/name_f] had three kids, two boys & a girl. The girl is the eldest, being fourteen & her name is [name_f]Amberley[/name_f] [name_f]Dawn[/name_f]. The eldest boy is twelve, & called [name_u]Declan[/name_u] [name_m]Xavier[/name_m] & the youngest is nine & his name is [name_m]Felix[/name_m] [name_u]Oliver[/name_u]. All three of them have bad attitudes & tend to argue over the smallest things, & according to [name_f]Susie[/name_f], their fights get a bit physical sometimes. I & [name_u]Daniel[/name_u] knew it was going to be tough, but we were willing to try it. The girl, [name_f]Amberley[/name_f] ends up rooming with [name_f]Margot[/name_f], the first girl we fostered, & it turns out they are very alike, & they immediately get along. All three of the boys get along nicely & all have something in common with each other.

[name_u]Daniel[/name_u] thinks that instead of taking in another foster child just yet, maybe we should try for our own. Of course, I’ve always wanted my own kids, but I don’t want the foster kids to think that I’m having a baby to get rid of them all. I decide against it, for now. But, a few weeks later, I’ve woken myself up early in the morning, needing to throw up. At first, I think it’s just a stomach bug, but as it continues to happen every morning, I end up have to take a home pregnancy test. And it turns out positive.

I tell [name_u]Daniel[/name_u] & he is ecstatic! We decide to tell the kids when they get home from school, & they’re all happy for me & [name_u]Daniel[/name_u], but one of the girls, [name_f]Margot[/name_f], is quite upset about it. I go to talk to her & find out why she is so upset. She tells me that in her last foster house, they had to leave because the foster mother got pregnant, & she didn’t want the stress of other kids around. I make sure to tell her that none of them will be going anywhere, at least until they get adopted, & our house will be their last house in the system.

One week after finding out I am pregnant, I get a phone call. Once again, it was from [name_f]Susie[/name_f]. She was looking for a nice home for a young girl who had no where else to go. She had been to so many different homes, & her last resort was either go to a group home, which is where she would be until she’s eighteen, or find a new foster family with other foster kids, who will make her feel welcome, I can’t say no.

A day later, the little girl arrived, She had long, blonde hair down to her waist, her fringe pinned back by a silver alice band, & piercing blue eyes. Her name is [name_f]Ava[/name_f] [name_f]Charlotte[/name_f] Daughtery, & she’s only five years old, the youngest of all the kids, so far. She’s a little sweetheart who does everything she’s told. She never whines or whinges & she gets along with everyone. She’s very quiet, though.

As my pregnancy carry’s on, I decide that it’s time to decorate the baby’s room. I, [name_u]Daniel[/name_u], & all six of the kids get straight into it. I painted the room a crisp white & put a green dotted border around the middle. With some pink & blue paint, I got all of the kids to dip their hands into the pot & make a hand print on the wall & write their names underneath their own hand. I & [name_u]Daniel[/name_u] did thing as well, but with a little message as well as our names.

[name_f]Nine[/name_f] months later, I give birth to a healthy baby girl! I name her [name_f]Hannah[/name_f] [name_f]Darlene[/name_f]. I instantly fell in love with my daughter, & all of the kids adore her. I feel complete with all of them there, like a proper family. That’s when I start to get ideas.

When my daughter is seven months old, I decide to take in a few more kids. I contacted [name_f]Susie[/name_f] & sorted out some arrangements, & just a few minutes later, I was off to collect four more kids.

When I get to the police station, where the kids were dropped off, I notice the dramatic age difference between them. There had to be at last nine years between the oldest & the youngest sibling. There are three boys & a girl. The oldest boy, [name_m]Samson[/name_m] [name_u]Gabriel[/name_u] Parkson, is thirteen, he’s just recently made the transition from child to teenager, & is quite moody, not that we’re not used to having moody teenagers in the house. The second boy is nine, soon to be ten, & his name is [name_u]Ezra[/name_u] [name_u]Michael[/name_u]. He’s a very smart boy, & is told to be very helpful around the house. The girl, [name_f]Mary[/name_f] [name_f]Elizabeth[/name_f], is six, with layered brown hair & bright green eyes, her name suits her rather well. The youngest out of the four, [name_m]Adam[/name_m] [name_m]Zachariah[/name_m], is two.

The new kids mother has just recently died in a car crash. Their father was driving the car, but he ended up surviving it with just a few cuts & bruises. The people in the other car weren’t as fortunate as he was, they were all killed in the crash. Their father was then arrested for man slaughter. Only the teenager understands what happened, & he doesn’t want any of his siblings to know until they’re older.

Now, with a pretty full house, ten foster children & one of our own, [name_u]Daniel[/name_u] thinks it best if there’s no more kids for a while. But, just as he said that, I thought it was the right time to announce the I’m pregnant again. I don’t know what Daniel’s going to say, but I hope that it’s good. At first, Daniel’s a little bit annoyed, but when I tell him that it’s twins, he gets up & leaves. He doesn’t return that night. [name_u]Or[/name_u] the night after. [name_u]Or[/name_u] the night after that.

[name_u]Seven[/name_u] months into my pregnancy, I go into early labor, but [name_u]Daniel[/name_u] isn’t there to take care of me. All I have is a bunch of teenagers & kids who have no idea what to do. Of course, they called the ambulance straight away, but with the amount of traffic, it’s going to take a while for them to get them. [name_f]Amberley[/name_f] manages to keep the younger kids away & distracted, while the teenagers help me.

[name_m]Five[/name_m] hours in, & the paramedic’s finally arrive - just as I’m starting to push! I give birth to the twins, who are, luckily, very healthy & fully developed. The biggest shock to me was that after I thought it was all over, I felt the need to push again! So, I did. And seven minutes later, I welcomed another baby to the world - TRIPLETS!

The triplets were all fine & had nothing wrong with them. They are three girls. I named the triplets [name_f]Phoebe[/name_f] [name_f]Magnolia[/name_f], [name_f]Callie[/name_f] [name_f]Michelle[/name_f], & [name_f]Lorelai[/name_f] [name_f]April[/name_f].

With four of my own kids, & eleven fosters, I don’t think I can take any more, that’s fifteen kids! But, I & my big heart decide to just take in one more. Only one. When the triplets are one, & my daughter is two & a half, I bring a small, shy little girl into the house, her name is [name_f]Sadie[/name_f] [name_f]Juliette[/name_f] [name_m]Thomson[/name_m] & she’s seven. Both of her parents were killed when some reckless teenagers broke into their house & shot both of her parents. Since then, she hasn’t talked as much as she used to.

I decide, after a long & thoughtful thinking period, that I’m going to adopt all if the foster children! I’ve grown attached to all twelve of them, & I love them like they’re my own children, & my own kids treat them like siblings. I haven’t heard from my husband in over a year, so I just take over everything & sign the adoption agreements!

I now have fifteen kids!


[name_f]My[/name_f] Family:

[name_f]Emma[/name_f] [name_f]Grace[/name_f] [name_f]Margaret[/name_f] [name_m]Owens[/name_m] (nee Michaels)
[name_u]Daniel[/name_u] [name_u]Parker[/name_u] [name_m]Owens[/name_m]

[name_f]Margot[/name_f] [name_f]Kaitlyn[/name_f] Winters-Owens
[name_u]Adrian[/name_u] [name_m]Ezekiel[/name_m] Winters-Owens
[name_f]Amberley[/name_f] [name_f]Dawn[/name_f] Williams-Owens
[name_u]Declan[/name_u] [name_m]Xavier[/name_m] Williams-Owens
[name_m]Felix[/name_m] [name_u]Oliver[/name_u] Williams-Owens
[name_f]Ava[/name_f] [name_f]Charlotte[/name_f] Daughtery-Owens
[name_f]Hannah[/name_f] [name_f]Darlene[/name_f] [name_m]Owens[/name_m]
[name_m]Samson[/name_m] [name_u]Gabriel[/name_u] Parkson-Owens
[name_u]Ezra[/name_u] [name_u]Michael[/name_u] Parkson-Owens
[name_f]Mary[/name_f] [name_f]Elizabeth[/name_f] Parkson-Owens
[name_m]Adam[/name_m] [name_m]Zachariah[/name_m] Parkson-Owens
[name_f]Phoebe[/name_f] [name_f]Magnolia[/name_f] [name_m]Owens[/name_m]
[name_f]Callie[/name_f] [name_f]Michelle[/name_f] [name_m]Owens[/name_m]
[name_f]Lorelai[/name_f] [name_f]April[/name_f] [name_m]Owens[/name_m]
[name_f]Sadie[/name_f] [name_f]Juliette[/name_f] Thomson-Owens