Every conversation I had with my husband ended in the same way. We would fight and not talk for several days. My husband has always had a determined character. All my attempts to convince him were in vain. Despite all the misunderstandings, we loved each other, we felt good together.
We had an eleven-year-old daughter growing up. But all my life I dreamed of having two children. I grew up in a family with three children myself. We still get along and visit each other. It’s such happiness to have children with a man you love. With the birth of a child, you seem to become a few years younger again, falling back into childhood. I can’t say the same about my husband. He could not stand children’s cries, tantrums, and attachment to the house until the child was older.
He works as a surgeon for me. So rest and peace at home is very important to him.
However, one day he surprised me with his statement. He came home from work and asked me if I wanted to become the mother of another child. A boy.
Honestly, I stood there and didn’t know what to say. Then he continued:
– “Yesterday I operated on a boy. He had an accident in the orphanage where he grew up. I successfully performed an operation on the boy. When he woke up and looked at me with his sweet eyes, the first thing he asked was: “Daddy, did you come back and save me?”
Before I could say a word, he continued:
– “Darling, I know how much you dreamed of having another child. Let’s take this boy with us. I feel that this will be the right decision.
I realized that if my husband asked for this, then everything was for a reason. I didn’t contradict him. Moreover, I had long wanted to become a mother for the second time.
We started collecting all the necessary documents and visiting the boy in the hospital. At first, he did not call me mom. And only three months later I heard this cherished word.
I am very glad that my husband and I took that boy. We dreamed of a second child, and now the boy has loving parents.
