them. “Whatever you need. Yes.”
I already had a little boy of my own, so I understood the kind of love they were longing for. I wanted them to know what it felt like to hold their own child and realize that nothing in the world could compare to that moment.
Throughout the pregnancy, they seemed completely devoted.
Melissa came to every appointment with a notebook, writing down nearly everything the doctor said.
Ryan held my hand during blood draws because he knew I hated needles.
They watched every ultrasound.
They listened to every heartbeat.
And when they discovered they were having a little girl, Melissa pressed her palm against my belly and cried.
“Thank you, Ivy,” she whispered.
Soon, their house began filling with tiny dresses, blankets, toys, and baby supplies.
They even prepared a beautiful nursery with pale green walls, a white crib, and a mobile of tiny
