Page 2 of Her Irresistible Husband

But because I've always been the kind of girl who justcan'thelp seeing the positive in everything, and this was way before I came to know God—

I'm just so happy, you know?

Because today istheday I'm about to meet the most important person in my life.

"Ms. Moreno?" A woman with a clipboard approaches me with a warm smile. "Feel free to interact with the children. They've all been prepared for visitors today."

"Thank you." It takes real effort to just smile warmly back and I have to clasp my hands behind my back to keep myself from throwing my arms around her like I really want to.

Gotta keep calm,I remind myself.

Hope Rises is the elite of San Antonio's childcare facilities, and it's taken me three reference letters and agreeing to a background check just to get my name on the list for one of their bi-annual invite-only open houses.

I need to do everything I can to make sure they consider me a suitable would-be parent, and that's not going to happen if I'm my usual exuberant self.

Stay calm,I urge myself yet again as I take my time looking around me and observing what everyone's doing. The large playroom buzzes with quiet activity: couples talking to each other in hushed whispers, social workers jotting down notes on one side, and last but certainly not the least, I see children clearly doing everything they can to impress future parents, and just watching them makes my heart ache so, so bad.

Oh, if only.

They all look like little angels. It makes me wish I could adopt all of them, and I have to consciously remind myself that I am not their Messiah, and I don't have to be. It may not seem evident at times, but God has a plan for all of us...never mind if those plans are not what you expected.

It's just a matter of waiting. A matter of walking by faith, and not by sight. In my case, I had to wait for three years. Just praying and fasting and talking to all the parents I know. Three years of waiting until He's finally answered my prayer, and today is His plan coming to fruition.

I can feel it in my bones.

Something special's about to happen, with my steps seemingly drawn by some invisible force until I find myself standing just a few inches away from a young boy seated alone in one corner, legs tucked under him, his dark head bent over a book that seems too big for his tiny hands.

My precious baby.

I'm guessing he's five, maybe six years old. But it's as if he's an old soul trapped in a little boy's body, with how he seems so peaceful in his solitude. While all the other kids are running around and acting exactly their age, this boy remains focused completely on the book he's reading, and...ah.

I take a step forward to peek at what he's reading, and my heart breaks. It's an illustrated edition of select stories from the Bible, and the one he's reading is about Moses as a baby, who was placed in a basket to escape the evil pharaoh.

Isn't he too young to see himself in Moses' story? Or do losing their parents so early in life make children inevitably mature beyond their years?

The more I look at him, the more my heart aches.

But when I take another step forward...

That's when I realize I'm not the only one drawn to this boy.

Another prospective parent is standing right next to me, and when I slowly lift my gaze, startlingly blue eyes capture mine, and I barely manage to keep myself from gasping.

It seems so embarrassingly silly to be this...thisdazzledat my age, but I can't help it.

He's the most beautiful man I've ever seen, with his tousled blond locks and chiseled features. He's almost perfect, really...if not for the coldly calculating light in his icy blue eyes.

Brrrr.

The air between us crackles with something I don't yet have the courage to label. He holds my gaze for one moremoment...before slowly turning his gaze to the boy, and that's when it hits me.

A thought so impossibly crazy...

That it can only be one or two things.

Either I've truly lost my mind...or it's one of those things that remind you how His thoughts are higher than our thoughts, and His ways, higher than our ways.

But...I just don't know, God.

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