“For the thousandth time, I promise you, it wasn’t me!” Jake promised. Eve was angry that the cashmere sweater she’d wanted to wear to the meeting today had shrunk in the dryer. She wanted to look her best. Jake swore the cleaning lady must have done it.
“Fine, I just want to focus on becoming parents. I’m so excited!”
“Why don’t we just get a puppy instead?”
Eve felt heat rising to her cheeks. Leave it to Jake to make a joke at the most inappropriate time. “Are you serious?”
“Calm down, babe, it was a joke.” He patted her arm condescendingly. Eve stared at his profile. She could see it on his face. He was terrified. Many couples waited years before they were matched with a birth mother. No one ever got a call within a month.
The adoption counselor stepped into the room. A bright smile lit up her eyes. “Eve and Jake? Are you ready to meet Paula?” Paula was the birth mother who had amazingly selected them over dozens of other potential parents.
Jake stood up and reached for Eve’s hand, but Eve didn’t move.
“No, I don’t think we are.”
The counselor scrunched her face, confused, but Jake looked at her gratefully.