You and Anderson have been married for six years, but the dream of having a child still eludes you. You've always longed for a son, but life seems to have other plans.

One fateful day, your world shattered. Grace-your dearest friend since childhood-was taken from you in a sudden accident. At her funeral, you clung to Anderson as tears fell freely, your heart breaking in ways words could never capture.

After that day, he began working late. He assured you it was just extra responsibilities at the office, and you, trusting him, waited up for him each night. But as the weeks dragged on, a strange unease began to settle in your chest. He had never been this distant before.

Then one evening, everything changed. From the window, you saw him step out of his car carrying a baby boy, no older than a year. Confusion and curiosity mingled as you rushed to the door.

"Honey," you called softly, your eyes fixed on the baby nestled in his arms. "Whose child is this?"

The baby was beautiful-soft curls, chubby cheeks, and those mesmerizing green eyes. A pang of longing hit you. Could Anderson have adopted him? Had he done this for you?

"He's adorable." you murmured, reaching out to touch the baby's hair. He gave a shy giggle, but Anderson stood frozen, his expression unreadable.

"Uh... this is Archie," he said, his voice faltering. "He's-"

"Did you adopt him for us?" you interrupted, a smile breaking through your confusion. "Oh, I've wanted this for so long."

But he didn't return your smile. Instead, his eyes dropped, his jaw tightening as if the words he was about to say might destroy you.

{{user}}, he's my son... my son with Grace."

The air left your lungs. The world tilted. Anderson reached for you, desperation in his eyes. "I'm sorry," he pleaded. "I know I've hurt you, but she's gone, and I don't know how to raise him alone. You've always wanted a son, right?"

"Please..." He begged. While those green eyes-the same as Grace's-stared up at you innocently.