A/N: So...many of you probably hate me because of 'What is Racism?'. I understand...I hate myself too because of it. This, however, will contain happy moments of the Olusola family.:)

(WARNING: eating disorder)

1991

Avi and Kevin Olusola walked into the orphanage, looking at the children. They, however, already chose one. A beautiful baby boy that was only three months old. His parents passed away in a car accident, leaving the poor child by himself. The married couple, however, were more than happy to take care of said child. The woman in charge of the orphanage smiled and handed them a white blanket. In there was a small baby boy with blond hair and beautiful blue eyes. He smiled up at his two dads, looking gleeful. Avi tried his best not to cry. Him and his husband were finally getting a child!

"Now, the parents never did say what his name was," the woman began, handing the baby to Avi. The green eyed man laughed when the little fingers tried to grip tightly on his fingers. "They died three months after he was born, but they've never old anyone his name.  What will you like him to be called?"

"Scott," Kevin answered, looking down at his new child. The baby yawned and snuggled into Avi's chest, falling asleep quickly. "Scott Richard Olusola."

1992

Scott was an active eight month year old. He knew how to speak at least one word( Sis-ta!), roll onto his tummy, and crawl. Of course, it was hard to give him to his baby sitters. The poor thing will cry if he was left unattended by his fathers.

The two dads worked everyday. It was hard living with a kid! He was expensive, but Avi and Kevin loved him no matter what and gave him whatever made him happy...even if that meant adopting another child.

~~~

"Bless your hearts," Anjelica Maldonado told the two men. Avi and Kevin both smiled at her. The young woman is homeless and recently had a child that could not be taken care of. The beautiful child that she wanted for long had to be taken away from her so they could live a better life than she is. "Thank you so much for taking Kirstin in. She's my world, but it's obvious that she needs someone better."

"You're so welcome, Anjelica," Avi answered, looking at the one week old baby in his arms. The young girl had her eyes closed and mouth slightly open. The newest addition to the family. "Kirstin will love it here. We'll keep in contact. Stay safe, okay?"

Anjelica nodded her head and kissed her daughter on the head. That was the last time she saw Kirstie until Kirstie turned fifteen.  Kirstin Taylor Olusola was and is a beautiful addition.

"Sis-ta?" Scott asked, trying to climb into the couch. Kevin nodded as he helped his oldest son onto the couch. "Sis-ta!"

"Scott, this is Kirstie," Avi murmured quietly, feeling his heart melt when he was met with a pair of hazel eyes. Kirstie is awake and ready to see her family. "She's your sister."

"Kirs-tea!"

1995

"Scott, give me back my teddy!"

"No!"

"Kirstin Taylor and Scott Richard, sit down now! Scott, give Kirstie's teddy back to her."

The two kids sat down in the plastic chairs, obeying Kevin. The three and four year olds are in a place called the hospital( they called it the horsepital and were upset when they learned that there were no horses) and they were told they're getting a surprise! The surprise, however, was taking forever. Whatever forever meant to two children under five.

"Avi and Kevin Olusola?" A female in scrubs called out, catching the family's attention. She smiled warmly when they all stood up. "Mike and Nel want to see you. He's here."

Avi and Kevin both shared a smile while Kirstie and Scott shared confused looks. Who's he? Is he Santa? Is that what the surprise is? But it's July! Santa wouldn't come this early, right?

"Come on," the nurse commanded sweetly, showing the family the room to the 'surprise'. Avi and Kevin held hands while Scott skipped and Kirstie walked slowly, holding into her teddy bear. They were taken to a room two people there and a small bundle. The boy had to be at least eighteen and the girl had to be no more than seventeen. The couple smiled when they saw the two dads and adorable children.

"Hey," the girl greeted quietly. She looked down at the small bundle and Kirstie and Scott shared a look. This most definitely is not Santa. "He's still asleep. Poor thing didn't cry when he was born. He's all okay though."

"Do you have any names?" Kevin asked, going up to the couple. They both nodded as they looked at their sweet child once more.

"Mitchell Coby Michael," Mike whispered, running his hands through his son's surprisingly full head of hair. "We love you, Mitchy."

"Bye, Mitchy," Nel whispered, tearing up. She gave her child to Kevin, who was tearing up himself. "Mommy and Daddy love you very much."

Avi and Kevin left the room before the teenagers started to cry. Scott and Kirstie, both irritated that they didn't see the surprise, stopped in front of their parents, crossing their arms.

"What?" Avi questioned, looking down at Mitch. His eyes were closed and he looked so, so peaceful. "What's the matter?"

"Where's the surprise?" Kirstie asked quietly, snuggling her teddy. Kevin and Avi shared a look of confusion. "You told us there will be a surprise, but we didn't get it. What is it?"

"It better be good," Scott mumbled to himself, looking at a random painting on the wall. He then looked down at the ground. "Stupid horsepital doesn't even have horses."

"Oh! That thing," Kevin realized, smiling to himself. He then walked to the chairs and smiled when his children followed him. He sat down and  his children repeated his gestures. "Guys, this is Mitchell. He is your baby brother."

Mitchell Coby Michael Olusola is the last person in the beautifully diverse family that will go through everything together.

2000

"Mitchy! Come play Barbies with me," eight year old Kirstie called from the playroom. The five year old came in, smiling happily at his older sister. "Which one do you want?"

"The purple one," Mitch answered, pointing to a doll with purple hearts  drawn on her cheeks. "Kirstie, what does gay mean?"

"Gay?" Kirstie asked, her voice squeaking. What did that word mean? She's heard it before, but she's never learned of the real meaning. "I...I don't know. Scott?"

"Yes?" The nine year old replied, walking into the room. He was already tall for someone his age and he looked older than he really is. "What is it?"

"What does gay mean?" Kirstie asked, picking up a Ken doll that only had pants on. She quickly took them off and squeezed a dress on him. She then looked up at her brother who had an eyebrow raised. "Well?"

"It means you're happy," Scott answered, sitting down on a plastic chair. The chair was small so he looked quite lanky and awkward. "Ms. Shiz taught us it today."

"What's the hubbub, kiddos?" Avi asked, walking into the room. Blue, hazel, and brown eyes stared up at him, interested. "Did something happen?"

"What's gay?" Mitch asked, his voice as innocent as ever. Avi cleared his throat as he sat down and grabbed a Barbie with cut and burnt hair.

"Gay is what Daddy and I are," Avi began, brushing through was left of the Barbie's hair. His children nodded, interested now. "It's when you like someone the same gender as you. Kids, I do not care if you find someone the same gender as you. If they hurt you, I'll do something about it. Always know that I will always love you guys, no matter what."

Kevin was about to enter the room to see what his family was up to but stopped and smiled to himself when he heard the sweet response. Avi is without a doubt the best dad ever. He had to let out laugh when his youngest asked another question;

"Papa, what's transgender?"

2005

"Daddy," a thirteen year old Kirstie cried out. She sounded like she was crying or worse, dying. "Papa? I need you!"

"What, Kirstie?" Avi asked sweetly, going to the bathroom. It was locked and fourteen year old Scott and ten year old Mitch were standing by the door, staring at it worriedly. "What's the matter, baby?"

"I'm in pain! Papa, it hurts," Kirstie sobbed, letting out wails of pain. Mitch, who was possibly the most compassionate and empathetic person ever, began to cry himself. "Why does it hurt?! Papa, get Daddy, please!"

"What's the matter?" Kevin asked right away, stopping at the scene. Avi's forehead is on the door, Scott looks like he has a test in a minute that he didn't study for, and Mitch has tears running down his face. "Is she okay?"

"Daddy?" Kirstie called weakly, opening the door. The boys stared at her, waiting for her to say something. "I'm bleeding. Like, from someplace weird."

"Ohhhhh," Avi and Kevin realized, smiling. Scott and Mitch both raised their eyebrows, confused. What does she mean by that?

"I'll get you some pads later. Right now, just use toilet paper. Auntie Esther said that helps a lot," Avi murmured, pushing his daughter back into the bathroom. "I'll get you some new shorts too, love. That'll happen often."

2010

"What's the matter with Mitchy?" Kirstie, age eighteen and gorgeous than ever, asked Scott, her nineteen year old brother. Recently, Mitch has been depressed and refused to speak to anyone. It might be the fact that he is fifteen and came out around Christmas time, but Scott and Kirstie never acted like this at his age. "He's been worrying me. He doesn't even talk to me in choir or drama!"

"He's probably just going through a phase," Scott answered, looking up from his college textbook. He is almost done with freshman year at UCLA and still comes over every once in a while. "He's a young teenager. He'll get better."

"How about if he doesn't though?" Kirstie asked, her hazel eyes holding a somber look in them. "This is our baby brother we're talking about. We're supposed to protect him. Remember when Daddy showed us him? Remember how he was our surprise from Daddy and Papa and Mike and Nel? Scott, he's our little surprise! We can't let anything happen to him!"

Scott was about to answer when a noise interrupted him. It sounded like someone was choking. He quickly glanced at Kirstie who was looking at the bathroom. The sound was in there. Who else was here besides the two of them?

"Did Mitch come home?" Kirstie questioned, flinching as the chocking sounds turned into gags. Suddenly, something clicked. The baggy shirts. Refusing to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Magazines that once belonged to her stashed under Mitch's bed. It can't be. No, she can't accept that. Mitch is her baby, her little surprise. She, however, had no choice. "Scott. I think Mitch has an eating disorder."

Scott widened his eyes as he ran to the bathroom, hoping to get an answer. As (#)soon as he got there, the door opened, revealing the youngest Olusola. Instead of having that happy disposition, however, Mitch's eyes looked empty. It looked like someone glued a frown on his face and covered his beautiful dimples. His brown hair was stuck onto his forehead, sweat prominent. A baggy shirt hung onto his body, making it look like it was five sizes too big for him when it actually did fit him when he first got it. He looked up at his older brother, who looked shocked and his older sister who looked like someone just kicked her dog. He sighed to himself, feeling his legs becoming wobbly.

"You guys heard that?" He managed to get out, his voice scratchy. His siblings flinched from the tone and nodded, making him look down. "You're going to tell Daddy and Papa, huh?"

"We have to, kiddo," Scott answered, wrapping an arm his younger brother's shoulder. He was expecting an answer but got nothing. He was only met with his brother falling onto the ground and hitting his head. He was out cold instantly. Kirstie let out a scream as she ran to the phone, calling the ambulance. Everything else was a blur.

~~~

He woke up to the sound of a heart monitor and a bright light. He quickly covered his eyes with one hand, noticing right away that an I.V was out in there. He looked around his surroundings and saw his family. His dads are laying down on uncomfortable chairs, their heads on top of each other. Kirstie's small body is curled up on the couch that not even someone that is under 5'3 could lay on and Scott is laying on the floor, snoring away. Spongebob is on, the yellow sponge talking animatedly to Squidward. He then looked towards Scott, who was starting to move around.

"Scott?" Mitch asked, his voice raspy. Scott got up quickly, recognizing his brother's voice anywhere. "That must be uncomfortable."

"Anything for you, bud."

Mitch smiled as the rest on his family got up. Kirstie began to cry instantly and ran to her brother, hugging him tightly. Avi and Kevin walked to him slowly, looks down at him. Mitch sighed at their looks. He knew what was going to happen.

"We're going to send you to a rehabilitation center," Kevin began, Mitch nodding at his words. "You'll be gone for over a year. Schoolwork will be offered to you."

"Why did you do it?" Avi asked in a stern yet fatherly tone. Mitch didn't answer. "Tell me, kiddo."

"I don't know," Mitch answered honesty. He began to play with his fingers. "I guess I just wanted in, make people love me. I hate that I did that, though."

His family nodded as they hugged each other. Tonight was one of the biggest trials they ever faced. A week then passed and Mitch left to go a rehabilitation center in New Mexico. Traveling expenses were hard, but his family came to see him every time they had the chance to. At the beginning of his junior year, Mitch became healthier and more confident and his family couldn't be anymore proud of him.

2015

"Oh my gosh," Kirstie murmured, looking at the tuxedo that Scott was wearing. A beautiful lavender dress stopped a couple inches above her knees and her hair has multiple flowers in them. She pretty much looks like Rapunzel with her short hair, even though it was blond. "Scott, you look so handsome!"

"Thanks, Kirstin," Scott responded, adjusting his lavender bow tie. Today he is getting married to the man he loves, Alexander Kirk. What happened was that Alex planned a romantic night that involved roses, lights, and their friends as their waiters and waitresses. Cake was then served and even though he does not like cake, Scott had some anyways. He then raised an eyebrow when he saw a ring on his slice and then after a second, his mind clicked. After a beautiful speech, Scott said yes and the rest is history. "You look gorgeous."

"Thanks," she replied, smiling. She didn't really feel like she was twenty three. It's crazy just to think all these events happened. Of course, there was a few she wanted to block out, especially the memory when Mitch was fifteen. She shivered when that memory came back. She is so happy that her brother is not suffering like that anymore. He had one relapse, but he became better right afterwards. "Where's Mitchy?"

"Here I am," the twenty year old yelled, his bangs temporarily blinding him. He brushed them back and quickly caught his breath. "Travis just came here. Scott...you look amazing."

"Thanks, Mitchy," Scott responded, getting a lavender bow tie that was similar to his. He handed to his younger brother who stared at it silently. "For my best man." He then walked towards Kirstie, a corsage in his hand and put it on her wrist. "And for my maid of honor."

His younger siblings then broke down into tears, making the twenty four year old freeze. Did he do something wrong?

"Are you okay?" He asked, only making them cry harder. Avi, Kevin, Jeremy, and Travis all walked in, looking at the groom who looked as weirded out as they did. "I don't know what did."

"You made us your maid of honor and best man," Mitch managed to get out. He then grabbed the ring and stuffed into his pocket and wiped his eyes. "That is the kindest thing you ever did."

"Seriously," Kirstie murmured, adjusting her dress. She smiled at her dads and linked arms with Jeremy. She quickly wiped her eyes, thanking God for waterproof mascara. "Are you ready?"

Scott nodded as he linked arms with his fathers and waited until his siblings and their boyfriends walked them down the aisle. One day, you'll be crying your eyes out like they did. Avi and Kevin then walked him down, his smiling getting bigger when he saw Alex right there. His (#)soon-to-be husband was right there. The vows seemed to go fast because he murmured the words 'I do' to the man he will spend the rest of his life with.

~~~

The Olusola family faced many situations. Whether it be funny, embarrassing, frantic, or a new beginning, the family refused to give up. They love each other.

They certainly are the most perfectly imperfect family ever.

A/N: The ending is so cheesy, lol. If you want me to write another family PTX one shot, please free to request it! I love writing them as a family!

-Maddie🐧🐧🐧