Saturday, February 27, 2021

chloe thoughts for ch21

Tuesday morning I woke up drenched in sweat, heart racing.  My stomach rolled and I rushed to the bathroom, arriving just in time for my dinner to spill into the sink.  Gross.  Good thing I hadn't eaten much.

My breathing was heavy as I cleaned up, glancing at my pale face in the mirror.  Beads of sweat stuck to my forehead, but a chill went down my spine.  I tried to take deep breaths and remind myself that I hadn't been caught.... yet.

When I opened the bathroom door to go back to bed, I could see the sky lighting up.  Ugh... Izaak would soon be waking me for running club, and it didn't even feel like I'd slept.  I just needed to finish finding and deleting my old profiles.  If only Sage could actually help.

Izaak encouraged me to call in sick, as he could tell I still wasn't feeling great.  He didn't have to tell me twice.  

I spent the day in a daze, trying to remember my old aliases, deleting profiles, pictures, and chat conversations as they came to mind.  Deep inside, I felt a growing hollow space as each disappeared, kind of nostalgic for my simple life of the past.  Never getting attached.  Not caring about anyone except granny and Sage.  Attachments never get us anywhere except hurt.  Pulling wild scams and running was much better.

Damn, I sound just like my dad.

Thursday, February 25, 2021

beginning of ch21

Seeing Winters put me on high alert, back in fight-or-flight mode, and I'm not a fighter.  As I found and deleted my old profiles, I sometimes opened a new tab to search bus tickets to Canada.  It was less than $100, and with my unused alias' fake ID, no one would know who I am.  

The life Sage and I used to dream about.

My eyes were heavy, frustrated with my lack of sleep despite the tiredness.  Of course Toby would notice right away.


before izaak confrontation ch21

I took out the almost half-empty pack of cigarettes, fingers shaking as I popped one into my mouth.  It felt so paranoid smoking nowadays, worried that Izaak was lurking in the shadows, ready to catch me.  Or that Violet and Gabe would see me, even though Violet was long gone and Gabe would likely be in the office another couple of hours.  

The first inhalation instantly soothed my nerves, getting me addicted all over again.  The guilt and shame were easy bury.


Tuesday, February 16, 2021

future violet (and izaak) in egypt

"Where have you been?" Izaak barked when I pushed open our hotel room door.

"Bro, relax, you ain't gotta yell."

He stepped closer to me, muscles flexed.  "Have you been drinking?  What part of 'it's prohibited' did you not understand?"

I yawned a little, about to push past him, but he stopped me.  "Yo, it was at one of them international hotels.  It's fine, no worries.  They said it's legal there."

Without a word, Izaak snatched my upper arm in hand and dragged me to the chair in the corner of the room.  He sat and reached for the button on my jeans, having them undone and down to my knees before I had the chance to fight.  

"Wait!  What the fuck... stop!"  I said this as he jerked me over his lap and started spanking my panty-clad bottom.  "You can't spank me for this!  I didn't do anything wrong!"  I kicked and squirmed, trying to block the swats but unable to twist myself in the right position to dodge his painful swats.  "For real!  Stooopppppp!"  I tried to roll off his lap now, only causing him to tighten his grip and the swats to descend more heavily.  Tears of frustration streamed down my cheeks as he now tugged my panties down and continued the assault on my backside.  I continued trying to free myself from his grip, disappointed (sorta) when he overpowered me and I gave up fighting, submitting to the unfair spanking.

molly + toby convo (ch22 insert)

Small talk wasn't a strength for Toby and me, so the train ride uptown was kind of torturous since I was avoiding work topics.  I was so desperate to keep control of the conversation that I resorted to gossip.  "Violet thinks there's something going on with you and Chloe."

"She won't shut up about it."

I giggled.  "So you do like her!  I guess it makes sense... totally your type... mysterious and artistic.  Awww!  You'd make a cute couple."

Toby shook his head.  "Too soon.  I haven't discussed it with Izaak."

"I'm sure he won't mind... they're super platonic."

"Sometimes there's more than what meets the eye.  Anyway, it's part of my moral code."

"Bros before hos!" I said a little too loudly, causing the person next to us to look up at me.  "I can't get a good read on Chloe yet.  She seems nice and I get positive vibes, though.  How do you see her?"

"Troubled."  That was also his type, but I didn't say that outloud.  "Avoidant.  People pleaser.  Low tolerance of discomfort.  I'm not even sure she's an actual spanko or masochist.  Likely more submissive.  The walls she has up are thick.  It's almost like Izaak in feminine form."

Monday, February 15, 2021

chloe in the future

Riley and I stood in front of our handler.  She had her arms folded, head cocked with attitude.  I tried to make up for it by putting on my best pouty look, twinkling my innocent eyes at him.

"You blatantly disobeyed my instructions," he said, hands on his hips and flashing his FBI badge and gun.  

"We're sorry, sir, it just seemed like the right thing to do at the time."

"Don't play that innocent little princess act on me.  I know you both planned to do things your way from the beginning."

"... I don't plan..."

Then Riley piped up.  "So what?  It worked out, didn't it?  You got your guy, and we're safe and sound."

"That's not the point, young lady.  You could've gotten yourself kidnapped or killed."

"Yeah and so what?  It's not like my life is worth much anyway.  I'm a slave to the US government."  She glanced down at her tracking anklet, then glared back up at him.

"I need you on my team.  You and Peterson are the best I've got, if you'd follow orders better.  We can't have anything happen to you."

My eyes watered at his praise, and I felt that he genuinely wouldn't want anything to happen to us, but wouldn't likely say it out loud.

Riley wasn't ready to stop arguing.  "I still don't see what the big deal is..."

random toby/chloe convo

"When I try to get deeper than small talk, you always dodge my questions.  What's up with that?"

"What do you mean?  I answer your questions."

"Very surface level responses then diverting back to me.  Why do you do that?"

"I don't know, I communicate best in art.  And you're more interesting than me... you have words for everything."

"See?  You're doing it again.  This conversation is about you, not me.  I expect a more thoughtful response by now, Chloe."

I bit my lower lip, unsure what to say.  "I really don't know though."  Now pouting a little because I didn't like the pressure of digging into my behaviors.

Toby didn't speak, staring intensely at me, waiting for me to expose myself to him.  Ugh, if only he could be swayed by sex as easily as other men.  

"It's easier to talk about other people than me."

"When did you learn it was easier to talk about other people?"

"It's always been easier.  I'm introverted."  He kept quiet, waiting for me to continue.  "I remember when I was a kid, before my mom left she was always 'sick'... I can't remember a single time of her asking about me.  If we ever talked, it was about how horrible everything was... my dad, me, life in general.  If I tried to tell her something about myself, it was more often than not met with hostility."

"What did you want to tell her about yourself?"

Sunday, February 14, 2021

future violet

[lol i guess i'm feeling masochistic tonight........]

As Izaak and I had a stand off in the tiny, colorful bedroom, I regretted asking him to join me on my two-week-long trip to see my mom.  

"Bro, I'm not fuckin' going and you're not gonna make me.  I'm not a punk ass conservative like you.  If you wanna go to their cult meeting, have at it, but I'm stayin' here."

I hated how calm he was able to stay while I flew off the handle.  "Lower your voice.  We're going with your family to church, whether it's peacefully or with you kicking and screaming."

"Fuck off.  You don't even believe in their bullshit religion."

"It's not about religion, it's about spending time with your family on their terms, not yours.  Plus you could probably use a sermon to learn more proper behavior."  Izaak mustered up a half smile, hands still on his hips as he blocked my escape route.

"Fuck you and your proper behavior," I scoffed, arms folded.  "I'm not going."

"That was not an option."  

Before I was able to get my rebuttal out, Izaak reached forward to grab my ear, then brought me over to the bed, throwing me over his lap.  As I began to protest, he tugged my pj pants down and threw a leg over my feet.  

"What the fuck, stop!" I nearly shouted, only stopping myself because I didn't want my family to hear.  

"Are you going to be a good girl and get ready to go?"

Saturday, February 13, 2021

poly house story when gabe is gone

Boredom of Gabe, Violet, and Vic being gone was settling in.  Sure, I had fun with Chloe, Izaak, and Toby, but it just wasn't the same without the others.  We had the big family I'd always dreamed of, so when half of us were missing, something felt off.

Since the guys were busy with work, I mostly hung out with Chloe, usually finding her in the living room watching trashy reality tv and sipping on a glass of wine after I arrived home each evening.  We took advantage of the freedom, mostly because it was easier than sulking in loneliness.  And after finishing the bottle of wine, we both decided that we needed more alcohol.  But there wasn't any in the kitchen, and Gabe didn't allow me near his fancy stuff (which was locked up anyway 🙄).

"Maybe someone has some in their room," I said 🤔

Chloe didn't ask questions and just followed me upstairs, first to Vic and Toby's room.  Locked.  I should've known.  "You don't have a spare key for it?"

I shook my head.  "Gabe holds onto that stuff.  I would lose it."  Blushing at admitting my absent-mindedness, I moved towards Izaak's room.  (Idk if Izaak and Chloe are together or not...)

"Doubt he'll have any," Chloe said, and I agreed.  He rarely drank.

Violet's room was next.  Of course her door was unlocked... neither she nor I knew much about privacy.  

"Where do you think she'd keep it?"

I grinned.  "If we're lucky we'll find something better than alcohol, so look everywhere."  

Friday, February 12, 2021

gabe/molly

Gabe didn't look up from the computer in his home office, not even entertaining my request.  "Not now."

I stomped my foot.  "But wwwhhhhyyyyyyyy?!  I told you I can handle it!"  My arms folded and face scrunched up in a pout.

"That's cute, but isn't going to work."  And went back to typing away on the computer, ignoring me.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaabbbbbbeeeeeee... pay attention to meeeeee."

Now he gave an annoyed sigh and finally looked up, softening when he saw my puppy face (like always).  "At 4, I'm giving you a spanking, and then we'll go out to dinner.  You can have a 'little' night."

My eyes widened with excitement, though 'little night' isn't what I'd asked for.  It'd been a couple of weeks since I first brought up getting the Violet treatment, and he'd reluctantly agreed to think about it.  But every time I brought it up he changed the subject, usually spoiling me so I'd be easily diverted.  And of course it always worked.  

"Fine.  But are you ever going to do it?"

"I've told you that I don't think it's a good idea."

"And I told you that it's fine.  You won't do anything to me that I won't get over.  I want you to push my boundaries.  It's not only about control.  Be mean to me.  Nobody's ever mean to me.  It's okay if I cry, that's normal for me, eventually I'll stop crying.  I just need to have that experience."

Thursday, February 11, 2021

a scene i wanna write someday

"I want you to treat me like Violet," I finally said, blushing deeply but trying to show him I was serious.

Gabe cocked an eyebrow.  "You really don't want that."

Huffing, I folded my arms.  "Yes I do!  I can handle it."

He still didn't buy it.  "How are you imagining this scenario?"

"Just like you deal with her."

"... that's not an answer.  Tell me directly."

I squirmed and looked away.  "You know what I mean though."

"You and Violet are different people.  I can't imagine you giving me that much control over you."

My mouth dropped, offended.  "What?  Are you saying I have control issues?  Because I don't."  Then I tried to squirm off his lap, but he pulled me closer.


"So you want to give over all control to me?"  

"I want you to make me give it to you."

"You won't like it at all."

"Isn't that the point?"

He pondered it for a moment, still doubtful but happy to give me what I wanted, weighing the pros and cons.  My tummy twisted into knots, unsure how I hoped he'd respond.  

"What are you thinking?"

"That you wouldn't use a safeword, if you even recognized that you needed to use it."

I blushed at how well he knew me.  "Violet wouldn't either."

He didn't say anything, but his smirk told me that she'd used one before...

"Wait...  She did??  I need to hear this story..."

"Violet makes it known how she feels in any given moment, and usually it's angry.  Are you willing to show your anger and lose?"

I gulped, feeling my tummy drop.  "Yes."

Saturday, February 6, 2021

my brain on music (and weed)

[every song inspires something different.  i listened to this playlist on shuffle https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2GZUF1UC3GlpcXE9k3mZqO?si=LnsS9rdDRtSnpIP5AYHmnw ... music is the best 💜]

[sevendust — hurt]

We laid on the hood of the car staring up at the stars, enjoying my last moments of freedom before turning myself in.  "Do you regret anything with Adam?"

Molly took a deep breath in, faint smile across her lips.  "No regrets.  Ever."

"How?"

"Everything makes us who we are.  In the future, something good will come of it."

"Even through all the pain?"

"It's the only way we learn."

x-x-x-x

[slipknot — unsainted]

Standing in the middle of his living room, hands still tied behind my back, Izaak returned to me, knife in hand.

"Yo, I don't do that knife play shit..."

A Gabe-like grin spread across Izaak's face.  "Remember when you wanted an interrogation scene?"

My tummy dropped as he inched closer.  "I don't have any intel to give you."

Izaak grabbed my shirt with his free hand.  "Be still," he commanded when I tried to wiggle away.  "Wouldn't want to cut you."  Then in one quick, painless motion, swiped the knife down my shirt, splitting the front in two.  

"What the fuck yo... that's my clothes!"

"Quiet.  I'm in charge now."

x-x-x-x

[the plot in you — rigged]

"When you give up the info about Winters, this will be over."

x-x-x-x

[the plot in you — feel nothing]

"I'm sorry."

Blinking the tear out of my eyes, I shook my head.  "You don't need to say that.  I deserved it..."

Friday, February 5, 2021

only thinking in snippets #sosleepy

"I fucked up."

Toby gave an exaggerated nod, eyes wide.  "Yeah, you did."  He didn't speak for a moment, looking away with a sigh, unsure how to digest the information.  "Did you even stop for a minute to think how this would affect other people?  How it would make them feel?"

Hanging my head in shame, I muttered, "No..."


something random. idk

"What now, Esperanza?"  

I ignored his grumpy face and the fact that he was standing in the doorway, not ready to let me pass.  "I'm giving up.  Do whatever the fuck you want.  Fuck Gabe and fuck this job."  I shoved past Izaak, entering without permission, feeling my adrenaline strengthening.  Turning back to him, I took a step forward to get in his face.  "And you need to fucking man up and fix this shit with Clo."

Without batting an eyelash, Izaak pushed the front door shut and stood up straight, hands on his hips, eyebrows raised.  He still didn't know how to handle me.  "Why are you talking nonsense?  You're not a quitter."

"Fuck off, you don't know me like that."

He reached for my chin, pulling my face up to look into his serious eyes.  "Speak more respectfully."  

Izaak's commanding tone struck me on a primal level, causing me to instantly cower and mutter, "yes, Sir."  Okay, maybe he did know how to handle me.

Satisfied with my submission, he released me and pointed to the sofa, littered with papers and his open laptop.  "I have a plan."


Wednesday, February 3, 2021

molly plot

[not a story, i'm just trying to figure out what to do with molly...]

she's been with adam for a few months after having casually dated him in 2014, when he was married.  

at the beginning of the story, things seem to be going well, but by chapter 14 molly's starting to get worried.  violet has her a little more anxious than normal, trying to take care of her "little sister" while also caring for adam, who's mostly absent as he's grieving his divorce.  adam has put his energy into work, which molly models.  except the work she puts her energy into is emotionally draining, and comes at the cost of not having time to do paperwork.

molly doesn't want to be spanked in public, and she doesn't want to be shamed for her behavior.  it's kind of a limit, but not really.  she trusts toby to do whatever is in her best interest, so if he and the others believe she needs to be spanked in front of them all, she would allow it.

molly's close with vic, and they have been for a while.  they may be the closest.  vic is also close with toby, maybe a little romantic?  

i guess molly and vic are married, she gets his health insurance plan hehe. that must be nice.

ok so yeah, ch14 is when she starts feeling most insecure about her relationship and job, especially after seeing violet in a mess.  vic convinces her to call on toby for help, so she does.  

the spanking is helpful that day — molly actually does some paperwork.  but feelings that it won't work out with adam kind of take over again.  and fears of not being good enough for her new job.

a week after the spanking, toby checks in to see if she's caught up.  he can tell that something's up with her, but since she won't talk he doesn't push it.  he's uncomfortable with the work-life overlap.  

(ch21) molly feels bad about lying to toby, but doesn't think she can deal with his criticism in that moment.  she feels worse about not doing her paperwork and asks violet to get her adderall.  that also makes her feel guilty.  and adam messages her that he has to go out of town for work, which just makes her feel worse, so she convinces gabe to stay after the meeting for snuggles.

she misses gabe.  

she wants adam to discipline her like he used to, before they became an item.  but now things were weird.   

a few days later, she still hasn't completed the paperwork for her new job, and Toby has noticed.  Instead of bugging Molly about it, he brings Gabe into the picture.  They threaten to spank her at the next meeting if she doesn't get it done before.  Gabe also gets Violet to paddle molly and grounds her from smoking, knowing she won't follow it.

(ch24?) flashbacks to meeting gabe, being under his care, feeling disciplined for once.

when molly talks to adam about wanting more discipline from him, he brushes her off, invalidates her feelings, tells her that she's acting like a child.  something about it is harsher than when toby says it, but the same sentiment.  all of her feelings were confusing, too gray and uncertain.  thoughts spiral out of control.  too many possibilities.  she just needs something comforting and decisive.  she goes to izaak.

izaak won't ask questions, but he takes the lead and doesn't leave any room for error.  it's black and white with him.  everything concrete.  determined.  simple.

she enjoys being "little" for the evening.  the following morning she wakes up when he's leaving for running group and she whines, not wanting to be left alone, so he invites her to come along for the jog hehe.  she declines.  when he gets back home, he asks if she needs another spanking to motivate her to finish her homework, which she also declines, and then he sends her home.

again, molly catches up on her new job, still blowing off the old job paperwork.  nobody knows, though, so she easily gets away with it.  nobody expects her to lie, even though she's not sure why.  she's as defiant as violet, but gets in trouble half as often.  it's not fair.

the guilt is eating her alive because she's alone over the weekend.  she's been avoiding adam because she's just done.  work has consumed all of her time.  she's crossing more boundaries than ever before.  part of her wants to get caught and punished severely — like violet.  another part is just too good at hiding what she's doing.

it's finally time for her to tell gabe.  she capitalizes upon the opportunity because she isn't high for once, because she'd been with a client and her vape pen died, and she needed to get it over with.

gabe can see right through her efforts to keep the conversation positive.  he lets her stall for a bit, but eventually she confesses everything.  he's not angry with her, just stern.  she spends the night with him and it's a huge contrast from izaak.  gabe spoils her kinda, brings her breakfast in bed, offers to let her rest longer and that she can stay as long as she'd like.  

the next day she's at the new job office when her suicidal client calls.  her family doesn't believe in medication and she's almost 18 anyway.  the plan is to ask toby to write the prescription, which she's nervous about because she assumes he'll say no and she really doesn't want to call child services.  she goes to his office for at least a little pep talk, but he's super busy, rushed to leave.  maybe he hands her the prescription for violet  — almost 2 weeks after molly asked for it because violet couldn't get an appointment with her old psych.  anyway, when he ripped off the prescription there was an extra paper with it.  molly didn't even notice until he was already gone.

so she made it for her client.  it was just for an anti-depressant, the lowest dosage, and almost certain the drug that the client needed.  

because of vacation (having a week off work), molly was able to conveniently forget about the prescription, doing a little better at work because she'd almost completely cut off communication with adam, only a few messages here and there.  especially when he wouldn't go on vacation with them.  that's when she knew the relationship was over.

she was happy that vic wanted to go instead.  

she was still jealous that violet took up so much attention from everyone.  she's feeling not good enough to the extreme.  depression is starting to get real.  

but vic being back home really helps keep her in okay-spirits.  it's like a high being around him again, hearing about his adventures in arizona, having him really listen to her and be interested in what she has to say.  he didn't pay violet as much attention as the others, focused mostly on molly instead.  

molly starts wondering if relationships are for her.  she entertains the idea of a poly household.  she starts chatting with people on the internet again.

the next day when she checks her voicemail, she has a message from an infuriated guardian after having found the medication.  they want a meeting immediately.  

panic-stricken, molly spends the night trying to think of a solution, smoking way too much weed and not sleeping more than a restless couple of hours.  gabe is the only person she can call on, and she hopes that he just gets her off without finding out about the prescription.

of course that doesn't happen.  and gabe knows that molly needs to confess to toby in order to clear her conscience.  he doesn't even believe in the spanko stuff like that.  but molly does.  and gabe values loyalty, knowing how much toby means to molly.  he's not one to think about morals often.  it's just because it's molly.  if it were violet, maybe things would've happened differently.

molly can't appreciate gabe yet, too worried about how toby will react.  she doesn't realize that gabe is doing exactly what she's been wishing someone would do for the last few weeks.  she's in too deep.  

toby reacts worse than she would've imagined.  he knows exactly the right buttons to push that will make her cry.  he takes it too far, and izaak gets protective over molly, telling toby to back off.  gabe dishes out the punishment, and molly's a mess.  toby doesn't speak to her the rest of the meeting, leaving her in an icy silence.  

gabe takes her home with him after the meeting to provide more aftercare.  he asks about violet, and molly admits that violet thinks pattie cake is a friend of hers.  gabe is able to put the pieces together.  molly notices that and it sets her off again.  she begs him not to say anything, but he promises nothing.  but he doesn't say anything, not yet.  he's patient enough to wait for violet to fuck up, which he definitely sees coming.

vic takes her out of town that weekend to vermont so they can chill and just have fun alone together.

that's when violet relapses and shortly after that figures out that molly told gabe.  she's being petty about it, which is driving molly crazy.  


Tuesday, February 2, 2021

too sleepy

"I need a favor," I asked Vic, eyes bloodshot from all the crying.

"Anything, what is it?"

"Just sit with me at the meeting.  You don't have to participate but you can.  I just need you by my side."

Vic was always there for me.  I had no doubt he'd squeeze onto the sofa at my side, clueless about what was in store, but providing a comforting back rub if necessary.

x-x-x-x

"You did WHAT!?" Toby's sharp tone cut into me.

"I'm sorry..."

"Do you think that's enough?  How dare you steal from me.  Do you realize how foolish that is?  It could not only jeopardize our careers, but also that patient's life!  You don't know if she could have a bad reaction to the drug.  Shame on you, Molly.  I expected more from you."

"Bro, no need to kick a girl when she's down."

"Nobody asked you," he snapped.  

Gabe probably gave a look to shut Violet up, because she didn't say more, and Toby continued his verbal assault.


molly continued

As we settled in our seats, I noticed Gabe's briefcase, reminding me that in our conversation about Vanessa, he'd promised to bring something to shut Violet up if need be.  A ball of nervousness bounced in my tummy, wondering what was in there.  Part of me wished I could be as bold as my purple-haired friend.  Gabe's confidence in handling Violet being difficult was attractive in a way I couldn't explain.  I just wanted to be her.

"Did you think about it?  You gonna let me go?" Violet asked as she returned to my room, now clad in a T-shirt and tiny shorts.

Gabe frowned, shaking his head.  "Are you kidding?"

"How else do you expect me to figure shit out?  Tell him, Clo."

She looked up from staring out the window.  "Tell him what?"

"That I need to go to Washington to interview this potential witness.  It's the only way to figure out my case."

"Why don't you make a phone call like a normal person?"

"That won't work, her calls are monitored, she won't give up any intel.  C'mon, bro."  She stuck out her hand with a laugh.  "Let's get that company card, I'll extract the info, then case closed."

"You're crazy if you think I'm going to let you have a company card after seeing your debt."

"Do you have a better idea?  Traveler's checks?  Prepaid gift card?"  Violet went on to mention a few other options while Gabe turned to Chloe, scanning her up and down.

Monday, February 1, 2021

molly chapter continued

"Is there anything you would like to discuss with me?"

"Nope, all is good!  This place is great.  I'm so excited to finish the transition and be full time here..."  

He cut me off.  "Your words don't feel authentic."

My stomach sank.  "W-what do you mean?"

"That tone is defensive and lacking your usual Molly-spirit.  You also haven't looked me in the eye since you sat down.  That usually means you feel guilty about something."

I shivered, feeling naked.  He expected an answer, but I didn't have words.

"Is there a reason you don't want to open up to me?  Fuzzy boundaries?  Something I did?  Avoiding a spanking?"

I blushed at that word.  "No!  It's nothing.  There's nothing to open up about.  My Molly-spirit is still intact... maybe your Toby-senses are off."  I gave a lame laugh and flashed him a smile, getting a glimpse of eye contact.  He looked so disappointed, frowning, not even bothering to be flat-neutral like his baseline.

"Transitions can be overwhelming.  I can't make you talk to me, but I encourage you to open up to someone about whatever's going on."  He rolled his chair forward and now made me face him.  "I'm asking as a friend.  Please."

The abandonment issues were real.  And on top of it, guilt about having abandonment issues.  And guilt about not being genuine with Toby.  

I can't win any of my internal battles.

“I won’t keep you from your adoption, but before you go, I need a favor.”