We were a family of four: Me, Jill, Daniel and Tucker. And, we were content.
Somehow, Sharon convinced us that Tucker wasn't going anywhere. Maybe she did it by taking us to the court hearings regarding Tucker's foster placement. That's where we first met his birth mom. It seemed the judge knew her pretty well from previous cases. Her family was not in a position to petition the court for Tucker like Nathan's family had done.
We were happy.
There was a convention for my industry in Vegas that year. Mickey kept Daniel while Jill, Tucker and I went to it. We were driving to the airport when Jill said she was late; I don't mean late for work.
What should we do? Shouldn't we go to the drug store?
I suggested we wait till we get back from Vegas. We could take a test after the trip, if nothing changed while we were gone. Jill agreed.
(This is where you, the reader, imagine the plane taking off in Knoxville and then landing back in Knoxville four days later.)
And, nothing changed.
We stopped by the drug store.
Back home, the test strip turned pink.
We've kept that test strip fourteen years now.
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