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Kay pulled herself together, shakily blotting her flushed and tear-stained face with a cool facecloth. She threw her dirty dishes into the sink and finished reading over the paperwork from Makayla. A quick glance at her watch told her that it was too late to call and schedule a child safe home inspection or try to connect with the social worker.
She hastily scribbled both numbers onto a sticky note and stuck it to the fridge where she would be sure to see them first thing in the morning. She filled out the forms as best as she could and sat gnawing her pencil. One of the suggestions was to form a list of people that could be used as character references or even witnesses if she had to petition a judge for the right to adopt the baby.
Pastor Dawn is a definite, not only does she know me well, but she’s also well respected in the community. Umm, who else? Shanna King has known me since she taught me in kindergarten… she’d vouch for me. Hanna is one of my best friends and she’s a librarian and I’m sure Makayla would be more than willing and she has observed me throughout this whole ordeal. That’s a pretty good start!
Kay drained the rest of her coffee from her mug and shoved her chair back from the table.
If I leave now, I’ll still have enough time to go over to the hospital before visiting hours are over. Kay grabbed her coat from the hook near the door, pocketed her keys and ran down the steps.
As she drove, questions pounded and swirled through her mind. Her mother’s words echoed taunted her. “This isn’t some stray puppy you are taking in, this is a human being! This an 18 year commitment, minimum!” Am I really ready for this? Do I have what it takes? The enormity of it all loomed before Kay so vividly, she felt as if she were actually seeing her future unfold.
A short time later, Kay stood in the hospital holding the baby. She bowed her head and murmured softly to the sleeping infant’s ear.
“Destiny! Destiny Marie. That’s your name, little one. I know it. That’s what you are supposed to be called! I will fight for you, Destiny Marie. I don’t know how I deserved to find you, but I did find you and I’m not going to leave you alone. I want to be your mommy.”
Little Destiny opened her eyes and reached up, brushing her fingers against Kay’s face. It was almost as if she knew what those words meant.
To be continued…
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