Alexandra leaned back in her chair, swirling the last sip of wine, watching her friends laugh and exchange stories about their children. She glanced at Charles, her F1 star boyfriend, who sat beside her. He squeezed her hand under the table, but even that small gesture couldn’t ease the ache she felt tonight. They had everything: love, success, and adventure. But after years together, one thing was missing—a family.

On the drive home, the silence stretched between them, broken only by Alexandra’s soft voice. “Charles, don’t you think it’s time? I thought we’d have a child by now.”

Charles gripped the steering wheel, his jaw tight. “Alex, we’ve tried. We’ve seen the doctors, done the treatments. It’s just… it’s not going to happen for us.”

The pain they had both buried came rushing back. The hope that one day they’d have a child of their own had faded after years of disappointment. But as the days passed, Alexandra couldn’t stop thinking about what they were missing.

One afternoon, scrolling through her phone, she came across an article about adoption. Her heart raced as she read it, and before she could second-guess herself, she sent the link to Charles: What do you think?

A week later, they stood in an adoption center, flipping through profiles of infants. Alexandra’s hands trembled as she stopped on a photo of a tiny baby named Y/N, just a few weeks old.

“This is them,” she whispered.

Charles looked at the picture, then back at Alexandra. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

Weeks later, the paperwork was done, and the day had come. Holding Y/N for the first time, Alexandra felt a love she had never imagined. Charles stood by her side, his arm around them both, his expression pure of full adoration for the little bundle in Alexandra's arms.