Weston
Two Years Later
"Is there anything else we need?" I question Melanie as get in the truck.
"No," she sighs happily. "I'm pretty sure we've got everything. I'm nervous," she whispers. "Are you?"
"Yeah," I admit. "Never thought we'd get approved to be foster parents, especially to a newborn, but here we are. Do you think we can do this?"
She leans over, kissing my cheek. "Of course we can do this."
I take a deep breath, letting her confidence bolster mine. The drive to the agency is filled with a mix of excitement and nervous energy buzzing between us. Our conversation flits between plans, dreams, and the occasional shared silence as we process the enormity of what we’re about to embark on.
As we pull up to the agency, the reality starts to cement itself, this is it. This is the moment our lives shift. Hand in hand, we make our way to the front door, the click of Melanie's heels a rhythmic reminder of each step toward our new life.