She worked at the maternity ward for ten years, leaving babies in their mothers’ arms for the years to come. At home, she dreamed that one day she would come home, holding her own child in her arms. But… she received a diagnosis of infertility.
At first, her husband seemed reconciled, stating that he loved his wife. However, one day, he packed his things and left. He told Tanya that he had been in love with another woman for a long time, and she was soon expecting their child. For Tanya, this was a big problem.
There was a child abandoned at the maternity ward, disabled. When Tanya opened the diaper, she gasped; the baby was missing a little leg. Tanya contacted him, and one day, the child was sent to an orphanage, later adopted.
Days passed monotonously. Once in a cafe, Tanya met Maxim, an artist. Their friendship grew into intimacy, and Maxim proposed to her. A few months later, the shelter reported that the boy had been returned, and Tanya rushed to him.
It’s hard to imagine a more touching encounter. Tanya decided to talk to Max and adopt the boy. Max was silent at first but eventually agreed. Tanya assured him that the child only needed a prosthesis and, in general, was quite healthy.
Together, they went to the orphanage, asked to prepare the documents, and two days later, Tanya found out she was pregnant. It was pure happiness.
A loving husband, two beloved children—what more do you need to be happy? For falling in love with someone else’s child, God gave her her own. Maxim was a good friend who provided moral support, and sometimes, as you know, moral support is more important than material support.
