Chapter 40
Michaels POV
I tried to drive fast but be safe at the same time.
Thing was... I really didn't know exactly where I was driving to.
I wasn't sure which adoption center Diana was would bring Donny to.
So...
Then I thought I should just drive to her house and hope she might be there.
I drove to her house and saw that her car was in the driveway.
She hasn't left yet.
Good.
I parked my car a little bit away from her house, and waited.
Waited for the front door to open.
Suddenly it did, Diana came out holding a bag, and Donny, who was crying hysterically.
My heart snapped in two.
That bitch!
Unfit to be a freaking mother!
A person even!
I started the car as she put Donny In the back seat then got in herself.
She pulled out of the driveway and started down the road.
I put the car in gear and followed close behind.
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Diana ended taking Donny to an all boys adoption center.
When she walked in I got out of my car and ran in behind her.
I put my hand on the handle then I stopped.
I clasped my fingers around the handle slowly.
Then I stopped.
Is this really what I want? I
barely have enough money to support my family now.
And I would be adding, not one that I expected, but two!
I sighed.
I am about to lose my job, not including the fact that Aimee might lose hers as well.
Then we would have no money.
What would happen to us then?
And what if Diana didn't leave me alone after I adopted Donovan.
My life would never be the same.
She would always be there and he would always be a reminder of how I cheated.
And even though she says she is, I don't think Aimee is really happy with the idea of us adopting the girl I cheated with on her's kid.
I don't feel like Aimee can trust me again.
I sighed again and looked down.
I honestly to not have enough money to adopt this child, even though I want to so bad.
I think of him as my own child, and I want him to have the best life he could possibly have...
But is that best life really with me?
Is adopting Donovan really the right decision?
I sighed and wiped a tear that ran down my cheek, as I slowly let my fingers slip from the handle.
