Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 237(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Kevin was the only one who vaguely remembered him, but because Doug never gave him the time of day anyway, my little boy had clung onto Jacob and was now calling him dad. Sara only ever knew Jacob as dad, so that makes it easier, but they’ll grow up one day and want answers.
With that said, as their mother, I didn’t give them a good start. I hadn’t chosen the right man to be their father, but now I had the opportunity to at least make up for it a little bit and hope that they don’t hate me for the decisions I make.
There was only one thing left to do now, and that was go through with the adoption and have their names changed. I felt horrible for thinking that way as well, but I decided to take a leaf from Jacob’s book and just turn off any negative feelings I had about the situation.
Doug had made his bed; I had no part in that. His end had nothing to do with me, and we were over a long time ago, so there was no point in pretending, not even for Helen and the others. We each had our own relationship with the man that Doug was, and it was only right that they got to mourn their son and brother, or rather, mourn what he could’ve been.
By the time we got back home, most of the hubbub was over, and life went on. Six months later, we went through with the adoption and everyone celebrated. Helen was a little sad, but she understood especially when we asked her to keep some of Doug’s baby things for the kids in the future and reassured her that she was still grandma.
It was sad and, at times, rough, but Jacob was good at reminding everyone that Doug had made his choice and we were not going to put our lives or our children’s lives on hold. He never let anyone forget that this was Doug’s doing and no one was going to blame me or him for Doug’s actions.
Somehow, that seemed to make things a lot easier, and life went on. It wasn’t even a year before things went back to normal, and everyone went on with their lives. Jacob and I were pregnant again, this time with only one, and he had made them make so many ultrasounds I was afraid of what would happen.
They went along with it because he swore that he’d sue and win if they miscounted his kids again. He says we’re going for ten, and this is number six, so we’ll see.