I thought about what Nikki said, I had always said that I would never let my child feel like I didn't love them. And we had the money to take care of him, we could do it together. I called up Matt and told him that I wanted to be there when he brought the baby home. He told me that his mom would pick me up and we could go get him together. Matt was so good to me, he was such a great guy. When his mom picked me up I was so nervous. I brought a stuffed animal with me for him. When we arrived at the agency I saw his adoptive parents, the people I had chosen to raise him. They looked so sad and so hurt. I couldn't bear to look at them, crying and mourning the baby that they had taken in. I looked at Matt; he looked so happy and so scared. I looked over at Karen. She had her hand on Matt's back, she was so supportive of her kids. Matt took the baby and we sat down to sign the papers.

"Are you Matthew Keith Scott?" The adoption agent asked.

"And you are the father to the baby boy born on November 9, 2020 to Jennifer Jagielski?"

"I am" Answered Matt before he signed the paper where the agent pointed.

"And are you Jennifer Emily Jagielski, mother to a baby boy born on November 9, 2020?" The agent asked me

"I am." I answered and proceeded to sign the papers.

"Do either of you have any questions?"

"Um, yeah, I wanted to apologize to his adoptive parents. I know that you love him so much, thank you for taking such good care of him for these past three weeks." I said, directing my comment to his adoptive parents.

They began to cry, and held each other tighter. I felt so bad that I was doing this to them.

"Hey, what's his name? What did you guys name him?" I asked, hoping to make them stop crying.

"David, we named him David." His adoptive mother said.

"David, Matt, maybe we should keep his name David. I think they can at least name him."

"Yeah, sure" Matt said

"Thank you" His adoptive mother said. They walked over to David and stroked his head lovingly, gently.

"I'll always love you David, and I hope your life is happy and healthy" His adoptive mother said, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

"Bye buddy, we'll never forget you" His adoptive father said.

They left the room and that was the last time we saw them. We finished all of the paper work and strapped David into the car seat. Matt and I sat in the back seat with David between us.

"Matt, you're okay calling him David right? I remember you saying you wanted to name him Keith."

"Yeah, I wanted to name him Keith, but they've been calling him David, so I guess we should continue doing that. We could make his middle name Keith, you know like mine is."

"Yeah, maybe" I look down at him, David. I had been waiting weeks to see him again. He looked so peaceful, unaware that he was being taken from the only family he's known.

At Matt's I follow him into his bedroom. I walk in and he has repainted. His room used to be dark blue, now it was a light blue. His bed was pushed into the corner to make room for the crib. He lay David down in his crib and patted his stomach. He took a blanket and placed it over him. The corner read, Matthew Keith; it was his baby blanket.

"Hey Matt, maybe we should get him a baby blanket with his name on it."

"Haha, my mom said that too. Yeah, we probably should though. David Keith, our boy." He said, smiling.

"Matt, what's our situation, I mean, is David going to live with you or me or what?"
"Jenny, I don't know, we'll figure it out."