Adopting Nicholas was everything my husband Camden and I had dreamed of — until a wealthy couple offered him a life we couldn’t. I feared we’d lost him, but his choice surprised everyone.
When I learned I couldn’t have children, I was devastated, afraid Camden might leave. Instead, he embraced the idea of adoption, saying family wasn’t about biology. After months of navigating the adoption process, we met Nicholas. He was five, shy, and clutching a toy truck. I knew instantly he belonged with us.
As we neared finalizing the adoption, a wealthy couple, the Featheringhams, showed interest. They promised Nicholas a life of privilege, making me question if love was enough.
Our week with Nicholas wasn’t glamorous. Rain ruined our zoo trip, so we built blanket forts and made flashlight “campfires.” At the arcade, broken machines led us to a quiet park. Each day seemed humbler than the Featheringhams’ lavish outings, yet Nicholas laughed, played, and fell asleep in my lap.
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On decision day, Nicholas surprised everyone. He pointed to us, saying, “They make me happy. It feels like home.”
Despite our doubts, love won. Nicholas didn’t choose wealth; he chose family — and he chose us.
