Open Heart

The Letter

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The computer screen illuminated the dark room. Sighing softly, she rubbed her protruding belly. So many couples, how was she ever going to choose the right family for her baby?

One more letter, she thought, stifling a yawn. She had to get some sleep. Otherwise, the baby would be fussy all day tomorrow.

To Someone Very Special,

We thank you, Birthmother, for choosing to read our letter. I hope you won't be disappointed, by what you see. The decision you're struggling is a very difficult one, and we hope you'll select us.

Randy and I met in 2003. It was love at first sight. Within a year, we were married. Our wedding day was the single happiest day of my life. I never felt more like a princess. Randy is truly my Prince Charming.

The worst day of my life was the day I found out we were unable to have children. After many months of hormone shots, I was distraught. Quickly, I realized there was still hope for our dream.

Randy is my best friend, my confidante and the love of my life. His job takes him on the road a lot but I'm always with him and so would our child. He loves watching sports, playing with Bill, our Great Dane, and children. His eyes light up, and it's often very hard to pull my nephew out of his grip. Everyone tells him he will make a great dad.

There are not many words I can use to describe Trish. She's smart, witty, and the love of my life. She travels with me constantly. Most couples need their space. She and I thrive off being together.

We live in a big Victorian Style manor on the outskirts of St. Louis. With seven bedrooms, we eagerly await turning one of the rooms into a nursery. Your baby will not want for anything. Randy just waits for the day he can put the tree house in the backyard to good use.

Bill is our slightly dopey Great Dane puppy. Seven months old, he is spoiled, treated like our baby. He loves children. Whenever my nephew comes to visit, he guards the baby and acts as if he is Bill's own brother.

We want to thank you for your courage. We know your decision isn't an easy one. We also wish to thank you for even considering us as potential parents. It means so much to us that you'd even consider us for your baby.

Sincerely,

Trish and Randy

Shaking violently, she struggled to hide the tears. The baby hadn't stopped moving since she opened the letter. It had to mean something; it just had to. Her baby was normally so calm, and gentle with her kicks.

"Maybe they're the ones," she murmured, clicking on the email link. "It can't hurt to email them,"

She ignored the photo album link. She could look at anytime. If she didn't like what they looked like, she wouldn't consider giving her baby to them. This was the only way this could work.

Giving up her child was an incredibly hard decision to make. Yet, deep in her heart, she knew it was the best decision. There was no way she could be a good mother, at this point in her life.

"Well, Baby, I hope this is the right decision," she murmured, typing a message. "I can't give you a good life,"

Clicking send, tears filled her eyes. Giving up her baby was tough. Then again, her innocent baby didn't deserve the life she could give her.

What was she supposed to do?

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Before you ask, the pregnant woman's identity is intentionally a secret. (Rachel, you know who I mean!) She'll be identified soon. To clear up potential another misunderstanding, yes, Trish and Randy are Trish Stratus and Randy Orton. Hope you enjoyed it! Please review and tell me if I should continue.