The adoption became official three months later.
I brought him home to my small one-story house outside Dayton, where I had already spent weeks preparing everything. I lowered shelves. Modified counters. Built step platforms into the kitchen. Reworked light switches. I even redesigned a baby carrier three separate times because every store-bought version sat too low on my body and hurt my back.
People assumed parenting would break me physically.
The truth is, it rebuilt me emotionally.
Marcus gave structure to my life in a way nothing else ever had.
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