by Amber Burns
“We shall see.”
“Well good luck. So far, Ollie man has been awesome. He sleeps through the night most nights and is happy for the most part. He craps a lot and spits up on everything, but he is pretty chill.”
***
Cade and Cindy had tried for a few months to get pregnant with no luck. Reluctantly, Cindy went to see the doctor. They ran labs on her and checked her out, but didn’t find anything wrong with her. As they sat in the examination room, Cade watched the doctor go over various options for conceiving.
“You have to be trying for a year or more before we begin injections or pills to increase fertility. Since you have only been trying for a few months and Cindy, you have been on the pill for years, it is possible it will take some time to clear your system so you can become pregnant.”
She just nodded her head.
“What about me?” Cade asked the doctor as the doctor turned to leave the room.
“Hmm?”
“Don’t I need to be tested? It could be me shooting blanks,” Cade sighed.
“We can definitely test your count, but I really think we need to first see what the results of Cindy’s examination are, and give her time to completely remove the birth control from her system.”
“Ok.”
Leaving the doctor’s office, they were still hopeful that they would successfully conceive. Cade’s phone buzzed in his pocket and Mrs. Lane’s number flashed on the screen.
“Hey Cade, how are you doing?” She asked with a baby crying in the background.
“Doing well and you?”
“We are fine. Sleep deprived, but fine.”
“Can I help you with anything Mrs. Lane?”
“Well, we were hoping to discuss some things with you and Cindy this weekend. Heather’s parent’s will be there too. Can you be at our house around six on Sunday?”
“Sure.”
Hanging up, Cade wondered what it could possibly be that they needed Cindy and him over for dinner.
“What was that about?” Cindy asked.
“Apparently, we are having dinner with Heather and Tommy’s parents this weekend.”
He was ok with it, but also wondering what they could possibly need. He instantly felt a stab of worry streak across his chest. Maybe something was wrong with Cynthia. He shook his head and figured they would have called him if there was anything like that wrong.
That weekend, they made their way to Tommy’s parent’s house. Once there, Cindy scooped up Cynthia and sat down her and a warm bottle of milk. Humming, she lightly tapped on Cynthia’s bottom as she swayed back and forth. Cynthia fell fast asleep for Cindy and Mr. and Mrs. Lane just looked at each other, both with bags under their eyes and stains on their shirts. As Cindy swayed with Cynthia Mrs. Lane approached Cade and pulled him in close.
“We love Cynthia,” she whispered with tears in her eyes. “But we wanted to know if you two were interested in adopting her?”
“What?” Cade couldn’t believe they were asking this.
“Part of Tommy and Heather’s will and wishes for you guys as god parents, was to adopt Cynthia if we saw that it was too much to handle in our old age. Well, we are definitely struggling.”
Tommy’s mom looked to pained to be asking such a thing.
“We will need to talk about it,” Cade hesitated.
“We will do it,” Cindy called out, overhearing the conversation.
Cade’s head shot over at Cindy.
“We will?” He said.
“Why not?” Cindy shrugged. “We want a baby, we seem to be having some trouble, why not adopt her?”
Cade smiled and shook his head. He looked back to Mrs. Lane.
“Let’s adopt her then.”
***
Everything moved slowly within the adoption process. The state evaluated all three of them for physical or mental problems that would make them unfit for parenting or moving into a new home. Finding them both fit and healthy, and after approving their condo, Cade and Cindy got to work signing the paperwork that would make little Cynthia their own.
Even after signing all the paper work, weeks passed before a decision was made. Cade was working on a customer’s tattoo, Cynthia on his mind, when his phone buzzed to life. Before he could even say ‘Hello’ Cindy’s voice burst from the speaker.
“Cade, the adoption agency called and gave us a date!”
Hearing the excitement in her voice warmed him.
“Also, I have other news for when you get home tonight.”
“Okay, I love you and I can’t wait to adopt our girl.”
He hung up and looked back at his customer’s new tattoo.
“Sorry about that,” Cade apologized. “Let’s get your cleaned up.”
He cleaned and wiped the area, and the customer stood to leave. Not even a moment later, another customer was sitting in his chair and he was looking over the design he had crafted for her a week ago. The process repeated through the day and Cade used his work to keep the excitement at bay.
Exhausted, he made his way home that night and found Cindy asleep on the couch with baby Cynthia in her bassinet nearby also snoring. He smiled and kissed her gently to wake her.
“Hey beautiful,” he whispered.
“Hey.” She stretched and looked up at him.
“Are you hungry?” He waved bags of takeout in front of her.
“Mmm, that smells delicious.”
As they ate their noodles and chicken, Cade began to wonder what her other surprise was.
“So, what’s going on love?” He asked. “You said you had news for me tonight?”
Cade looked at Cindy who had a large clump of noodles on the end of her chopsticks, ready to pack into her mouth. It was a comical image and he tried not to laugh, until he saw how serious her expression was.
“What’s wrong?” His voice was much deeper with concern laced through it.
“Well,” she looked at the fingers that rested in her lap. “You’re going to be a daddy.”
“I know,” he stated with confusion. “Cynthia will be my little girl. We are practically blood.”
He saw her shake her head and she pulled something out from behind her back. Looking down at her hand, a pregnancy test was stretched out before him. Two little lines indicating a positive test were all he needed to pull Cindy against him in a warm embrace. He kissed her shoulder as he held her close.
18
Cindy’s belly grew seemingly in pace with Cynthia over the months. Cade continued to fall more and more in love with both of his girls. When he could feel the little thumps of the baby kicking and twisting inside, he was overcome with joy. He rested his head against her belly so he could listen. Soft thumps hit his cheek.
“What is he doing in there?” Cade smiled at her.
“Probably bouncing around from the ice cream.”
Her eyes were cast down, and he tilted her chin up.
“Something wrong beautiful?”
“Am I?” She asked.
“Are you what?”
“Still beautiful?” Her cheeks burned with blush and he kissed her gently.
“You are always beautiful. If anything, you are even more beautiful now. I may be an artist, but I will never be able to create a masterpiece like the one in your belly.”
Her smile filled him with joy.
When they made love, they had to account for the growing belly and be creative. It seemed that time just kept slipping past them. One night, when Cindy was around thirty-six weeks, she felt terrible pain in her stomach and tried to drink water, lay on her side, and use the restroom. Nothing seemed to help and the pain continued. When her pain doubled and she was seeing spots, they raced out of the condo with little Cynthia and to the hospital. Cade called Cindy’s mom and she was there in no time. She kept baby Cynthia with her in the lobby as Cade went into the back with Cindy for her evaluation. Her pain had not decreased and the doctors were concerned but didn’t say anything to them.
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er hours of pain, they finally wheeled her back and prepped her for an emergency caesarian. Cade watched as they pulled their baby from his wife’s body and took him to the warmer. His little body was quiet as they worked and he feared they might have lost him. He did not want to have to tell Cindy they had lost their beautiful baby, when he suddenly heard a cry come from the corner. Their beautiful baby boy was just fine.
“How is he?” Cindy’s voice was weak and exhausted.
“He looks good,” Cade responded with a relieved smile.
They had to finish closing Cindy up before they could give her their baby. When they were finally back in their own room and he rested soundly under the warmer. Cade watched her and the little guy that slept nearby. He couldn’t believe he was a daddy, again, and that he had married the love of his life. He was truly happy for the first time in a long as he could remember. He walked over to their sleeping baby and placed his finger in his tiny hand, just as he had Cynthia. Caleb squeezed his father’s finger tight and reassuringly. Cade promised the small little body that snoozed before him, that he would always be here for him.
“Cade?” Cindy had been sleeping so peacefully, but she was now stirring.
“I am right here, I am just holding our perfect little man’s hand.”
Her smile touched her eyes and he walked over to kiss her on her forehead.
“Did you ever smoke again?”
That’s a random question, he thought.
“No, I guess I have just been too busy to care.” He shrugged and listened to the sounds in the hospital room.
“Cade, I love you.”
“I love you too Cindy.”
Cade watched his beautiful wife fall back to sleep and looking between her and their baby he felt a peace come over him, but he needed one last piece to complete the puzzle. He kissed her hand and walked out the room to go collect their little Cynthia.
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