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🤍The fourth book of my Moonwalk series, most likely the most disorganized of the lot - but as always, still crafted with utter love!🤍
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𝙈𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤�...
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Michael walked alongside you as the pair of you entered the halls of the orphanage, hand in hand. The two of you had been married for four years, and though everything between you was as perfect as perfect could get, there was one thing that was missing from your union as a happily married couple - and that was a child to nurture and love. Make no mistake, it wasn't as though you hadn't tried for children, just like any normal married couple might - the issue was a little more sensitive. You had tried for children, and you had conceived...but unfortunately you had been unable to carry the baby to term due to a few unforseen medical drawbacks, and following that loss, you had never quite been able to conceive again.
It was an extremely difficult reality to adjust to, but that didn't mean that there weren't other possibilities out there to give you what you hoped for - it simply came in a different form.
A mutual decision had been made to hopefully adopt a child from an orphanage, where you could give an innocent soul a home and love. Granted, it was going to be difficult to choose one specific child, but you hoped it wouldn't be as emotionally overwhelming as you suspected.
"This place is nice," Michael remarked quietly as he studied the area around him. "I think we might have chosen the right place," he gave you a small smile, squeezing your hand.
You managed a small smile of your own.
A lady walked up to the pair of you, and from the way she was dressed, there was doubt about the fact that she was one of the figures in authority at the orphanage. She had a very stern face, but her eyes bore a lot of kindness. She held a folder close to her chest, observing the both of you before she spoke with a surprisingly soft voice. "Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, right?" she smiled when you both nodded. "I'm Vanessa, we spoke on the phone last week," she extended her hand, first to you, then to Michael.
