I Adopted Twins with Disabilities After I Found Them on the Street – 12 Years Later, I Nearly Dropped the Phone When I Learned What They Did

That night, I pushed my dinner around on my plate until Steven put his fork down.

“Okay,” he said. “What happened? You’ve been somewhere else all night.”

I told him everything. The stroller. The cold. The babies. Watching them leave with CPS.

“I can’t stop thinking about them,” I said, voice shaking. “They’re just… out there. What if no one takes them? What if they get split up?”

He went quiet.

“What if we tried to foster them?”

“Abbie,” he said finally, “we’ve always talked about kids.”

I laughed a little. “Yeah. Then we talk about money and stop real fast.”

“True,” he said. “But… what if we tried to foster them? At least ask.”

I stared at him. “They’re two babies, Steven. Twins. We’re barely keeping up now.”

“You already love them.”

He reached across the table and took my hand.