“I think so, David,” she said softly, uncertain. “I just hope we’re doing the right thing. What if the child doesn’t connect with us?”
I took her hands. “We’ve talked about this for months. You’re prepared. We’re ready. Besides, no kid could resist your pancakes.”
Our daughter Sophia popped her head out and asked for pancakes tomorrow. Emily smiled warmly, though I could see her sadness — she wanted a child who would call her “Mommy” from the start.
On the drive to the shelter, Emily admitted she was scared. I reminded her, “Love finds a way.”
At the shelter, Mrs. Graham welcomed us and showed us the playroom where children played. Emily immediately bonded with a boy building blocks. I chatted with a girl drawing a unicorn. Across the room, Emily looked both happy and overwhelmed — how could we choose?
Then a little girl approached me and asked if I was her new dad. She looked just like Sophia, down to the birthmark on her wrist. My heart stopped. I called Lisa — years ago she’d told me she’d given up our daughter Sophia, but she’d never mentioned twins.
Lisa admitted she was scared and couldn’t care for two babies. Now I knew Angel was Sophia’s twin.
I told Emily and Lisa I was taking Angel home. Back in the playroom, Emily already knew. Angel asked if we were her parents — we were.
The adoption was swift. When we brought Angel home, Sophia immediately hugged her twin sister. They were inseparable, filling our home with laughter and love. Emily embraced motherhood fully.
Years later, watching the girls dance, Emily smiled. Love had brought us here — family born not just of biology, but of the bonds we choose.