That night
neither of us slept very well.
Carrick pretended
to be asleep; I tossed and turned until he finally turned over to face me.
"Are you
restless because of that little boy; what was his name again?" he asked.
I just nodded too
afraid that my voice could reveal my emotional state,I was in.
"Come, I
will make us a cup of tea and we will talk about this plan of yours," said
my ever practical, down to earth husband.
A little later we
sat up.in bed hot herbal tea on the side tables.
"If you
really want to take on the added responsibility for another child as young as
this one is, I have no objection," Carrick said softly.
I smiled a shy
smile at him and quietly sighed with great relief. The first hurdle was
overcome.
"Oh Carrick,
I would love to do that so very much."
I move a bit
closer and laid my head on his chest; Carrick leaned over and kiss the top of
my head in a very gentle manner.
"I know, my
sweet, I can tell how much this boy has already taken possession of your heart.
As long there is a little space left for me, you have got my full support in
this matter. I will start first thing in the morning to look at the legal
formalities involving the adoption procedures. We have done it all before when
we adopted Elliot. It should not pose too big a problem. Come on, love, let us
try and sleep a bit more, it is still in the early hours of the morning."
Setting down
again, I closed my eyes and soon drifted off to sleep.
A day is dawning,
a new life beckons for a little boy called: Christian.
(to
be cont.)
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