Nine

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Nine

The drive over to the facility was quite nerve-wracking for me. I tried my best to stare out the window, rolling it down so I could feel a breeze on my face to calm down, but that didn't help much because my eyes just wanted to land on the building already. I wanted to be there. I wanted to see the people who could possibly choose us to help them out, which they could also help us out in return. 

They could help the both of decide if children were what we really wanted. We each would learn separately if adoption was the best fit and we could also have a chance to see if being a family of three was as positively life-changing as we already felt that it could be. 

I looked over to Niall a few times in the car to see if I could figure out how he was really feeling in that moment of driving to potentially be accepted to raise a child with a condition. As always, I couldn't tell you one thing I knew about what was going on in Niall's head. He just looked so calm, like we were taking a car out to go have a meal together or something routine. This wasn't routine at all and, if things went well for us, we would be engaging in an entirely new routine. 

Once we finally arrived I was more anxious. I almost wanted to stall getting out of the car as Niall paid our driver and gave him an estimated time of when we would be done with our appointment time. After he paid he ducked his head into the window and looked in the back to me, telling me that he didn't pay the driver to have me sat in the back all day. He chuckled before he pulled his head out and opened the door for me.

I climbed out and let out a deep breath that was aching my chest from holding back for the long drive. 

"You're going to be just fine, Harry. There's nothing to worry about. We'll probably talk for maybe an hour and then we'll be out. They have a schedule to keep and we're apart of it so we need to get going." Niall explained as he pressed his hand to my lower back, reassuring me that it was okay to walk up to the doors of the building.  

I looked over to my right to see the large sign that told us that we were officially on 'A Heart to Hold' grounds. I couldn't help but to smile as I read it. I was almost ready to beam with pride but we still had a long way to go because I could really feel what it meant to have that sort of pride.

We walked in and the wall had "Hand in Hand, Heart to Heart" painted in large red letters and underneath the writing was a painting of a child holding the hands of a mother and father. When I looked at it my own heart started pounding to the point where I bet Niall was able to hear it. The art on the wall also made me feel like one of us were supposed to be a mother figure. Grace never had one and if we were picked, she may never have one. I had no clue on what the situation with Louis was so I shouldn't assume that it could ever happen for Grace. Hell, Louis' mother or whatever could already be involved in the child's life. I was just being selfish. 

"At least it looks like a friendly place, right?" Niall asked me as he walked over and stopped right next to me. 

I turned and looked over my shoulder at him and nodded, wondering if I should tell him that it looked like the place only wanted male-female parents for a child. I stopped myself because I understood that it would cause a lot of controversy if it were painted with the child holding onto the hands of a same-sex couple. 

"Let's just find where we need to be." Niall suggested. Again, he placed his hand on my back to get me to walk with him.

Going through the hallway, we managed to easily find the waiting area. There were already a few other couples in attendance, none of them appearing to be like us, same-sex. None of them looked to be single parents either. Maybe Louis didn't want that for Grace because she already had the experience of one parent. 

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