Couple adopts child and when coming home with the baby he ate… See more

Amira leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes for a brief moment. She remembered the first time she had heard about him—a phone call on an ordinary morning that instantly split her life into before and after.

“A boy,” the social worker had said. “Three months old. He needs a home.”

And now he was here. Not a possibility. Not a hope. But real.

A soft rustling came from the back seat again.

“Do you think he’s hungry?” Amira asked.

Daniel checked the clock on the dashboard. “We fed him before we left, remember? About an hour ago.”

“I know, but—”

Another sound interrupted her. This time louder. Not quite a cry, but restless.

Amira unbuckled her seatbelt halfway before Daniel gently said, “Wait. Let’s pull over.”