“I know,” he said gently. “That’s why I’m not talking about pregnancy.”
That’s when he first mentioned adoption.
I didn’t say no. But I didn’t say yes either.
Still, he didn’t drop it.
Over the next six months, the topic kept coming up—at dinner, during car rides, even late at night when we were lying in bed.
“There are so many children who need families,” he would say. “We could change someone’s life.”
Eventually, he became very specific.
