Imagine: Donna when you decide to adopt.
"Are you sure about this?"You asked your wife.
Donna nodded."Yes. You want a child too, don't you? You know you get a say, right?"
"I do want a child."You sighed.
"But?"Donna asked, taking your hand.
"I don't want us to become like my parents. The only thing I remember from my childhood is my parents fighting all the time, my dad even told me it was because of me...because I was a difficult child. I was five when they got divorced!"
"Listen, Y/N, we're not them. Neither one of us. So do you want to adopt a child with me?"
"Yes."