Riley paced back and forth in the living room, her hands fidgeting as she took deep breaths. Today was the day—the day they had been waiting for, the house visit from the social workers to determine if they were suitable to adopt Sam. No amount of preparation could ease the nervous energy coursing through her.
Alistair, noticing her distress, reached out and gently pulled her into his arms. “Hey, take a breath,” he whispered, rubbing her back soothingly. “Everything is going to be fine. We’ve prepared, we’ve set everything up, and most importantly, we love Sam. That’s what matters.”
Riley sighed, resting her forehead against his chest. “I know. I just… I can’t shake the feeling that something might go wrong. What if they think we aren’t fit to adopt Sam? What if we missed something in th
