~One year later ~

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Alfred and Mathewwwwwww.... happy birthday to you!!!!!!

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And many more!!!!" Francis and I cheered.

"God, you both are crazy! You both decide to get married, and now you want to act up!" Alfred shook his head. I had put kids' party hats on their heads, and they were so embarrassed. "Awww, happy 17th birthday, boys! We are so happy to have met both of you! And nearly a year since we started to foster the two of you! You both have come a long way," Francis smiled.

"Hey, you should be happy! This is what you wanted" I laughed. Francis and I decided to officially get married not too long ago. Maybe about a week ago, and then we told the boys. They were very happy about it, almost as happy as the time we told them we were actually together. I guess there was a bet going on and Matthew had to pay Alfred five dollars. It was a hilarious scene.

Francis began to cut the cake and give everyone a slice of cake. "We are very proud of you two! And now you will be seniors! You've come a long way" I smiled at them. They weren't officially our sons, but they sure did feel like it.

"Alright! I can't wait any longer! Arthur, can we give them their gifts?" Francis spoke. I began to laugh and shake my head. "At least wait for cake," I smiled. The boys looked at me and began to smile. "I'm sure opening one before the cake isn't that bad," Matthew spoke.

"Hmmm.... alright then! Francis, let's get it!" I shouted. He nodded, and Alfred and Matthew began to move the cake aside. I followed Francis into the other room, and we didn't say much to each other besides eye contact. We both knew which one we wanted to give them. We had placed the gift in a nice blue bag that had the number 17 on it.

Francis carried the bag with the item inside it and walked back to the kitchen. "It's for both of us?" Alfred asked, confused. I nodded, and Francis placed the bag in front of them. They both started to take out the paper and took out a folder. "What is it?" Matthew asked. "I bet it's money!" Alfred cheered.

I laughed at their reaction, and Alfred quickly opened up the folder. It took a second for them to look at it, but soon enough, Matthew looked at us with tears. "What?" Alfred said, shocked. He covered his mouth, and soon enough, tears started to fall down his cheeks.

"We figured that making it official on your birthday would be a good gift," Francis started. Matthew quickly stood up and threw himself into Francis's arms. While Alfred slowed, walked over to me, and hugged me. "I love you, dad!" Alfred yelled. I began to choke back my tears to keep smiling for them.

We had officially adopted them, meaning they were officially our sons. We all began to hug together, and I didn't want this moment to end. Our big happy family was perfect in many ways. "We love you," I whispered. I had never been so happy in my life; I didn't want this to end.