Adopting Nicholas seemed like the answer to all of my husband Camden’s and my dreams. But when a wealthy couple offered him a life of luxury we couldn’t match, I feared we’d lose him—until he made a choice that left us all speechless.
After struggling with infertility, Camden suggested adoption, and we began the long process. When we met Nicholas, a shy five-year-old with a toy truck, I knew he was our son.
Months later, just before finalizing the adoption, we learned a wealthy couple, the Featheringhams, wanted Nicholas too. Mrs. Featheringham’s condescending remarks made us feel inadequate, but Camden stood firm: we could offer love, stability, and a real home.
During a week of bonding, nothing went according to plan, but it didn’t matter. Nicholas laughed, felt safe, and began to trust us.
On decision day, Nicholas chose us. He said, “I feel like I have a family with them,” pointing to Camden and me.
It was a moment that proved family isn’t about wealth—it’s about love. Nicholas chose a home, and together, we built the family we had always dreamed of.
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