Later, as I tucked Sophie into bed, she whispered, “New mom’s not scary. She’s nice.”
I kissed her forehead, my doubts dissolving. Our path to becoming a family wasn’t straight or simple, but maybe that’s what made it real. We were learning together, stumbling sometimes, but always moving forward. Watching Sophie and Amelia curl up in that attic room the next day, sharing ice cream and stories, I knew we’d be okay.
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