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Thank you for all of the reviews! Your guesses and theories have been fun to hear. Some of you have really been getting in deep with your theories, I love it!

This chapter is my favorite so far! I hope you like it. It actually got a little long to be considered a drabble, but hell I could have made this whole chapter into its own story.

December 6, 2011

Laurent POV

I set my keys on the hook next to the front door as I entered the house. I listened for sounds of my wife, but the house was completely silent.

I walked around the house searching for Irina and paused in front of the baby's room.

I pushed the door open slowly and leaned against the door frame.

"I should have known you would be in here." I said to Irina who was sitting in the rocking chair staring out the window.

Irina turned her head and gave me a small sad smile.

"I really thought it would happen before Christmas." She said quietly.

"We still have a few weeks, it could happen." I said. I hated giving her false hope, but I hated the sad and disappointed look on her face more.

"We would need a miracle." She said with silent tears tracking down her face. "And I stopped believing in miracles a long time ago."

After Irina and I were married we decided to start a family. After we tried and failed for over a year, we found out neither of us could have children.

We were both crushed by the news. Until one day Irina came to me with a huge smile and announced, "It's okay."

"It's okay?" I asked confused.

"What are the chances that neither of us are able to have children?" She asked and then continued before I could answer. "I think it was our destiny not to have children of our own."

"That's a weird and cruel destiny." I answered thinking that all the resent stress has finally made her lose her mind.

"Not if we are meant to help a baby that has no parents." She smiled.

"Adoption?" I asked.

"Yes. What do you think?"

"Let's do it." I smiled.

So we did it. We went to the adoption agency, filled out the papers, jumped through all their hoops and were approved. We were put on a waiting list and we waited. After six months we were at the top of the list and we were chosen to receive the baby of a young girl who was still pregnant.

We met the girl, Amanda. We went through her pregnancy with her, we went to all of her doctor appointments, we hung up the sonogram pictures at home, and we turned the guest bedroom into a brand new nursery that was ready for our daughter as soon as she was ready to greet the world.

When we got the call that Amanda was in labor we rushed to the hospital overjoyed.

All of our family met us at the hospital, wanting to be there when we met our daughter.

That quickly turned into the worst day of our lives. A nurse came out to tell us that the baby was healthy and fine and then to tell us that we were being asked to leave. Amanda had changed her mind on the adoption. We never even got to see the baby.

A few days after that, the place I worked at closed its doors and I lost my job. I quickly found another job, but with a much smaller salary. We were quickly bumped to the bottom of the waiting list due to our "financial struggles", as they called it.

That was three years ago and the adoption process has been grim ever since.

"Maybe we should paint over this room." Irina said bringing me back to the present.

"You have to have hope." I said.

That night I tossed and turned worrying about Irina. Everything was always worse over the holidays. She really believed we were meant to adopt, but slowly her belief and her spirit have been fading.

"Laurent, wake up." Irina said shaking me awake. "We have a meeting at the adoption agency."

"What? Why?" I asked groggy from sleep.

"She said she couldn't talk about it over the phone, but wants to meet with us in person." She explained.

On the drive to Port Angeles I kept looking over to Irina. She looked happier than I have seen her in a really long time.

I was just nervous that the caseworker was going to tell us that we were being taken off the waiting list all together. That would completely devastate and destroy Irina.

"Laurent, Irina, right this way." Kathy, the caseworker, said leading us into her office.

Irina and I sat in the chairs across from Kathy's desk. I was bouncing my knees, Irina was wringing her hands together, both of us were nervous.

"Well," Kathy said as she sat down in her chair behind her desk. "Are you ready to become parents?"

"What?" We both asked at the same time.

"You are at the top of the list."

"We were dropped to the bottom." I said. "What changed your mind?"

"This." Kathy said as she plopped a large manila folder on the desk.

"What's that?" I asked.

"That," Kathy said pointing to the folder, "is about four-hundred references for the two of you. It was dropped off at the office yesterday anonymously all wrapped up in a pretty red bow, literally. It is glowing references from the entire hospital staff, to the chief of police, to the tribe council of La Push, to the school board, to every business owner, to just about every resident in the Forks and La Push area."

"Oh my God." Irina breathed as she thumbed through the papers in the folder, tears streaming down her face.

"Oh my, God is right." Kathy said. "We have never seen anything quite like this. And we feel with as loved and respected as you are you deserve to be at the top of the list. So, back to my original question, are you ready to become parents?"

"Yes." I laughed unable to hold in my own tears. "Yes."

"How long?" Irina asked. "How long of a wait do we have?"

"No wait at all." Kathy smiled. "A baby girl was born a few days ago and is waiting in the hospital for you."

The smile on Irina's face faltered and then melted away completely. "Is the birth mother going to change her mind?"

"Nope." Kathy said. "The birth mother has already signed all of the papers, she wants a closed adoption, and she refused to see the baby and already checked herself out of the hospital. So, your daughter is over there waiting for you."

"Let's go!" Irina yelled grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the chair.

We followed behind Kathy on the way to the hospital. The whole way Irina squeezed my hand and cried her eyes out, but for the first time in three years, they were tears of joy.

Kathy led us to the nursery in the hospital and then a nurse brought our new daughter out to us.

We both cried as we looked at her. She was the most beautiful little thing I had ever seen. She was tiny and adorable. Bright blue eyes, a small amount of dark curly hair, pink skin, ten fingers and ten toes. She was perfect. And she was ours.

"I told you we still had time to get our miracle." I said.

"We had to keep hope." She whispered as she held the baby against her chest.

"Always have hope." I whispered.

"Hope." Irina said looking up at me. "That's the perfect name."

I smiled and nodded.

"Hello, Hope." Irina cried. "I'm your mommy."

I held Irina closer and squeezed my eyes shut kissing her against her temple. There was a time when I thought I would never hear my wife utter those words. I would be eternally grateful to whoever arranged the entire town to help us when we needed it the most.

A/N: I loved, loved, writing this chapter. Not sure how I'm going to top this one, but I'm going to try. I was going to save this chapter until closer to Christmas, but I really wanted to get it out there.

I think next chapter we are going to hit one of the main players, who do you want?

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