Calliope was at school, leaving Davis alone at home. We had enrolled her in a private school nearby, noticing how intelligent she was. We could tell she needed a more challenging place and thankfully we could afford to send her there.
"He left me the business."
"Seriously?"
"Yup, but I'm liquidating it and taking the money to create my own. I just need to figure out what I want that to be."
"I know you'll think of something."
I love how confident he always was of me.
"Thank you, I hope so." I sat beside him on the couch, allowing him to wrap me in his arms, sending me to my happy place. "We need to talk about Calliope."
"I know we do."
"I want to adopt her," we both said in unison, smiling real wide, knowing we wanted the same thing.
"Let's talk. There's a lot we need to figure out first," he said, and I nodded, feeling the same way.
“Is that okay with you, Calliope?” I asked her, really hoping she’d say yes.
It had been a month now since she had come to stay with us. I fell in love with her the moment I laid eyes on her, and I wasn’t willing to give her up. Davis and I stayed up most nights discussing our parenting plans with her. We knew it was a big decision, so we tried not to rush it, but we just kept falling more in love with her every day. It was obvious we wanted her, so we came up with a plan and mapped out everything we wanted to do for her and with her.
“You want me?”
“Very much so,” Davis said, grabbing her hand from across the table. She’d grown more comfortable with Davis, but she still flinched when his hand had approached her.
“So I can keep living here with you?”
“Yes. You would live with us and be a part of our family. You’d be our daughter,” I explained, wanting her to understand what it really meant.
“You’d be my new mommy and daddy?”
“If you want us to be.” I nodded at her with a smile.
“You mean it?”
“Yes, we mean it. Do you want to be our daughter?”
“Yes!” she said with a smile.
I was elated to hear her answer. I was going to be a mom. She was going to make me a mom and I couldn't be happier.
"Thank you Calliope," I said through tears.
"I am sorry! I didn't mean to make you cry." She seemed panicked as she apologized, so I shook my head at her.
"No, silly girl. These are tears of joy. You have made me so happy that my body couldn't contain it all."
"You can cry when you're happy?"
"Yes, of course."
She cried then, too.
"Good, because I am very happy."
Oh, heart of mine.
