Chapter 55: Heart HappyI was first up the following morning. I put on a bathrobe, stuck my head in Tony’s door, saw him buried beneath the coverings, and smiled. It was a great feeling, to see him in that bed.
I knew perfectly well that expecting an adopted child to fill a hole in your own heart was bad business. It wasn’t fair to that child, a fact of life that had been made perfectly clear as soon as Jackson and I got knee deep into the adoption process—taking classes, filling out forms, answering endless questions.
I wasn’t looking for a child to replace Noah. That’s what I told myself.
I hurried downstairs, made a pot of coffee, and was up to my elbows in pancake batter when I heard the soft patter of feet on the marble kitchen floor behind me.
I turned, smiled.
Tony stood there.
