My name is Eric. I’m thirty-six years old, and I discovered that adoption isn’t hardest because of the forms, background checks, or legal language. The hardest part comes when love is real, deep, and unquestionable—yet the law still leaves space for everything to fall apart.
Megan and I have been together since our college days. I remember the first moment she truly caught my attention. She was sitting on her dorm bed, legs folded beneath her, laptop open, and beside it lay a baby-name book as if it belonged there naturally. I laughed and teased her about it.
“I just like to be ready,” she said, smiling in that familiar way she used whenever she tried to hide how tender her heart really was.
That was Megan in a nutshell: prepared, hopeful, and quietly emotional.
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