Nathan and I remained inseparable throughout school. But after college, he moved to another state, and over the next twelve years, we gradually lost touch.
Then, one day, he returned.
And he wasn’t alone. He had two children: Owen, seven, and Maisie, five.
“Are you sure?”
I fell in love with those kids almost as quickly as I fell in love with their father.
Owen loved dinosaurs and asked a thousand questions a day. Maisie insisted I braid her hair every morning.
Before our wedding, Nathan asked me something I’ll never forget.
“Are you sure you’re ready to raise someone else’s children?”
I burst into tears.
I felt truly happy.
Years earlier, doctors had told me I’d never be able to have children of my own. I’d spent so long grieving the family I thought I’d never have.
And suddenly, there they were.
We married, and for the first time in years, I felt truly happy.
