“So… I switched the babies.”

Dr. Carter was shocked. “That’s not your decision to make. We’ll fix this. Bring back Mrs. Matthews’ son — now.”

Lucy returned to her room, shaken. A few minutes later, Dr. Carter came back holding her baby boy. “I’m so sorry for everything,” she said. Lucy, having heard the entire story, accepted the apology but didn’t press charges.

Yet that night, Lucy couldn’t sleep. The image of the baby girl haunted her.

The next morning over breakfast, she said, “Ross, I can’t stop thinking about her. I dreamed she was living with us. It felt so real.”

Ross tried to comfort her. “It’s just the stress, honey. You need rest.”

“No,” Lucy said firmly. “I want to adopt her.”

Ross was taken aback. “We just had twins. Adopting a third child right now isn’t practical.”

“I’ve thought about it all night,” she said. “Please. Let’s go to the hospital.”

Ross hesitated, but agreed. At the hospital, when he held the little girl in his arms — with her big brown eyes tinged with green staring up at him — his heart melted.

“I’m glad you came,” Dr. Carter told them. “She’s lucky to have you.”

Lucy smiled. “After all we went through trying to start a family… how could we say no when a child wants to come to us?”

The adoption took some time, but eventually, they brought the baby home and named her Amelia.

Savannah visited them later and was overwhelmed with gratitude. She soon became like family, often spending weekends with the children — the twins, Sia and Mark, and little Amelia.

Though it had begun with a mistake, Lucy and Ross knew in their hearts that their family was finally whole.