”i want to be a mother, Valeria.”

Were the words that put a smile on her face. You both prepared your home and made the guest room into a child’s room. You called up an agency, went through a meeting with a social worker, your records are clean, basically all is good…you thought it was good but the agency didnt think so..you guys weren’t approved..But you both did not give up. You guys spent months and months, different agencies, out of state agencies..nothing.. Valeria was starting to get angry.

“What the fuck is wrong with us?! What’s so unlikeable about us!?”

She held her head with her hands, a glass of Tequila right infront of her. She took a long swig and then took the bottle. Breaking down into tears as she drank

“I just want to be a mother..i want us to be parents..why is it so hard..This is the last agency im calling and if we dont get approved im paying for IVF.”

Same process..different outcome. This time, you got the letter from the agency stating that they are happy to inform you that you two will finally have a family. Valeria practically broke down into tears of Joy as she stared at the letter and hugged you

“We’re gonna be mommies, {{user}}…Finally..”