A Juno-Inspired (Kind of) Baby Name Game Part #2

[jillianthebookbutter]

Go here for part 1: Nameberry - Welcome to the Nameberry Forums

Use this dice to play: http://www.bgfl.org/bgfl/custom/resources_ftp/client_ftp/ks1/maths/dice/six.htm

It has been ([name]ROLL[/name] THE [name]DICE[/name] THEN [name]ADD[/name] 3) years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in (SUBJECT), moved to an apartment in (CITY IN THE SAME STATE THAT YOU LIVE IN), and gotten a job as a (CAREER). You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, (HIS NAME), broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, (HIS/HER NAME), you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, (FATHER’S NAME) and (MOTHER’S NAME). They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, (HER NAME), and your older sister, (HER NAME), who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his/her adoptive parents.

Now that you are (AGE), you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, (HER NAME), is dead.

What did she die from? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

1. Car accident
2. Cancer
3. Suicide (why did she kill herself?)
4. Homicide (who killed her–anyone but her husband–and why did they do it?)
5. Alcohol poisoning
6. Your choice

You drive to (CITY WHERE THEY LIVE) to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is (AGE OF THE NUMBER OF YEARS THAT HAS PASSED), your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he or she is crying, holding his/her younger siblings.

What is sibling #1’s gender? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

1. boy
2. girl
3. boy
4. girl
5. boy
6. girl

What is his/her first name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

1. Boy: [name]Anthony[/name], Girl: [name]Elizabeth[/name]
2. Boy: [name]Matthew[/name], Girl: [name]Ella[/name]
3. Boy: [name]Elijah[/name], Girl: [name]Addison[/name]
4. Boy: [name]Joshua[/name], Girl: [name]Natalie[/name]
5. Boy: [name]Liam[/name], Girl: [name]Lily[/name]
6. Boy: [name]Andrew[/name], Girl: [name]Samantha[/name]

What is his/her middle name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

1. Boy: 188 Boy Names ALWAYS in the Top 1000 | Nameberry, Girl: 100 Girl Names ALWAYS in the Top 1000 | Nameberry
2. Boy: 93 Best Boy Names Starting with Vowels | Nameberry, Girl: 160 Best Girl Names Starting with Vowels | Nameberry
3. Boy: 266 Bible Names for Boys | Nameberry, Girl: 142 Bible Names for Girls | Nameberry
4. Boy: 115 Best British Boy Names | Nameberry, Girl: 106 Best British Girl Names | Nameberry
5. Boy: 1 This list has been removed | Nameberry, Girl: 1 This list has been removed | Nameberry
6. Boy: 69 Classic Boy Names | Nameberry, Girl: 112 Classic Girl Names | Nameberry

Sibling #1’s name:

What is sibling #2’s gender? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

1. girl
2. boy
3. girl
4. boy
5. girl
6. boy

What is his/her first name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

1. Boy: [name]James[/name], Girl: [name]Avery[/name]
2. Boy: [name]David[/name], Girl: [name]Aubrey[/name]
3. Boy: [name]Benjamin[/name], Girl: [name]Brooklyn[/name]
4. Boy: [name]Logan[/name], Girl: [name]Lillian[/name]
5. Boy: [name]Christopher[/name], Girl: [name]Victoria[/name]
6. Boy: [name]Joseph[/name], Girl: [name]Evelyn[/name]

What is his/her middle name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice & use http://nymbler.com/

1. use your child’s middle name for inspiration
2. use your child’s adoptive mother’s first name for inspiration
3. use your child’s adoptive father’s first name for inspiration
4. use sibling #1’s middle name for inspiration
5. use your own first name for inspiration
6. use your child’s biological father’s first name for inspiration

Sibling #2’s name:

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, (HIS/HER NAME), standing close to the door, trying to hide his/her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him/her, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

To be continued in Part 3…

[jillianthebookbutter]

It has been 8 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in English/creative writing, moved to an apartment in [name]Boston[/name], Massachusetts, and gotten a job as a book editor. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Nicholas[/name] [name]Morgan[/name] [name]Walsh[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Aiden[/name] [name]Wyatt[/name] Danvers, you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Jeremy[/name] [name]Malcolm[/name] Danvers and [name]Elena[/name] [name]Mae[/name] Danvers. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Justine[/name], and your older sister, [name]Coralyn[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his/her adoptive parents.

Now that you are 28, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Elena[/name], is dead.

What did she die from? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

1. Car accident

You drive to Amherst, Massachusetts to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 8, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he or she is crying, holding his/her younger siblings.

What is sibling #1’s gender? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
4. girl

What is his/her first name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
4. Boy: [name]Joshua[/name], Girl: [name]Natalie[/name]

What is his/her middle name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

1. Boy: 188 Boy Names ALWAYS in the Top 1000 | Nameberry, Girl: 100 Girl Names ALWAYS in the Top 1000 | Nameberry

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Natalie[/name] [name]Catherine[/name] Danvers

What is sibling #2’s gender? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
3. girl

What is his/her first name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
5. Boy: [name]Christopher[/name], Girl: [name]Victoria[/name]

What is his/her middle name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice & use http://nymbler.com/

1. use your child’s middle name for inspiration

Sibling #2’s name: [name]Victoria[/name] [name]Faith[/name] Danvers

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Aiden[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide his/her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him/her, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

To be continued in Part 3…

[philippaaa]

It has been 9 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in photography, moved to an apartment in [name]England[/name], and gotten a job as a photographer. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Dean[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Aiden[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Thomas[/name] and [name]Josephine[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Danielle[/name], and your older sister, [name]Tegan[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his/her adoptive parents.

Now that you are 25, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Josephine[/name], is dead.

What did she die from? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

1. Car accident

You drive to Washinton to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 9, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he or she is crying, holding his/her younger siblings.

What is sibling #1’s gender? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
2. girl

Her name is [name]Lily[/name] [name]Aspen[/name]

What is sibling #2’s gender? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
6. boy

His name is [name]Benjamin[/name] [name]Colton[/name]

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Aiden[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide his/her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him/her, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

[starcatcher668]

It has been 9 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in Social Work, moved to an apartment in [name]Raleigh[/name], and gotten a job as a Social Worker. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Derek[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Chloe[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Peter[/name] and [name]Maria[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Tess[/name] [name]Elisabeth[/name] [name]Rolan[/name], and your older sister, [name]Miriam[/name] [name]Marianne[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and her adoptive parents.

Now that you are 26, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Maria[/name], is dead.

What did she die from? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
1. Car accident

You drive to downtown [name]Raleigh[/name] to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 9, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he or she is crying, holding her younger siblings.

What is sibling #1’s gender? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
2. girl

What is her first name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
1. [name]Elizabeth[/name]

What is his/her middle name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
[b]5. https://nameberry.com/list/249/Names-...ool-Enough-For[/b]

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Elizabeth[/name] [name]Joyce[/name]

What is sibling #2’s gender? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

5. girl

What is his/her first name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
6. Girl: [name]Evelyn[/name]

What is his/her middle name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice & use http://nymbler.com/
4. use sibling #1’s middle name for inspiration

Sibling #2’s name: [name]Evelyn[/name] [name]June[/name]

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Chloe[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach her, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

[klee00]

It has been 5 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in medicine, moved to an apartment in Ft. [name]Worth[/name], and gotten a job as a NICU nurse. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Lucas[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Michael[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Nick[/name] and [name]Elizabeth[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Carly[/name], and your older sister, [name]Hannah[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his adoptive parents.

Now that you are 24, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Elizabeth[/name], is dead.

What did she die from? Homicide; was killed by her brother when she tried to help him with his drug addiction.

You drive to [name]Atlanta[/name] to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 5, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he is crying, holding his younger siblings.

What is sibling #1’s gender? boy

What is his/her first name? [name]Joshua[/name]

What is his/her middle name? [name]Levi[/name]

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Joshua[/name] [name]Levi[/name]

What is sibling #2’s gender? girl

What is his/her first name? [name]Victoria[/name]

What is his/her middle name? [name]Brooke[/name]

Sibling #2’s name: [name]Victoria[/name] [name]Brooke[/name]

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Michael[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide his face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

[shanade213]

[name]Hazel[/name] [name]Margaret[/name] Andrews
[name]Micah[/name] [name]Paul[/name] [name]Thompson[/name]

[name]Peter[/name] and [name]Lindsey[/name] of [name]Acton[/name], Massachusetts. He is a lawyer and she is a day care provider
[name]Noah[/name] [name]Gabriel[/name]

It has been 4 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in journalism, moved to an apartment in [name]Portland[/name], [name]Maine[/name], and gotten a job as a journalist’s assistant. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Micah[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Noah[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Peter[/name] and [name]Lindsey[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Melissa[/name], and your older sister, [name]Clara[/name] [name]Elise[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his adoptive parents.

Now that you are 23, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Lindsey[/name], is dead.

What did she die from? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
Cancer

You drive to [name]Acton[/name] to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 4, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he is crying, holding his younger siblings.

[name]Liam[/name] [name]Ezra[/name]
[name]Christopher[/name] [name]Theo[/name]

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Noah[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide his face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him, tap him on the shoulder. He looks up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

[baileyanne]

It has been eight years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in social work, moved to an apartment in Topeka, Kansas, and gotten a job as a social worker. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Weston[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Noah[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Troy[/name] and [name]Faith[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Kirsten[/name], and your older sister, [name]Heidi[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his adoptive parents.

Now that you are 27, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Faith[/name] [name]Madden[/name], is dead.

What did she die from? Alcohol poisoning

You drive to Kansas City to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is eight years old, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he is crying, holding his younger siblings.

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Ella[/name] [name]Caroline[/name] [name]Madden[/name]
Sibling #2’s name: [name]Logan[/name] [name]Wyatt[/name] [name]Madden[/name]

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Noah[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide his face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him, tap him on the shoulder. He looks up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand him the rose, he silently accepts it, you kiss him on the forehead, and quietly leave.

[Niusity]

It has been 5 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in architecture, moved to an apartment in Chicago, and gotten a job as a architect. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Alex[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Emma[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Elijah[/name] and [name]Madeline[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Helena[/name], and your older sister, [name]Jane[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and her adoptive parents.

Now that you are 29, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Madeline[/name], is dead.

What did she die from?
Homicide. She was confused with someone and shot by a mistake when she was entering a parking garage in a mall.

You drive to Springfield to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 10, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and she is crying, holding her younger siblings.

What is sibling #1’s gender?
girl

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Elizabeth[/name] [name]Ethel[/name] [name]Rogers[/name]

What is sibling #2’s gender?
girl

Sibling #2’s name:
[name]Evelyn[/name] [name]Julie[/name] [name]Rogers[/name]

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Emma[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach her, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

[marinadancel17]

It has been 4 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in English, moved to an apartment in Seattle, and gotten a job as an elementary school teacher. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Lucas[/name] [name]Gray[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Jayden[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]William[/name] and [name]Alexandra[/name] [name]Kennedy[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Willow[/name] [name]Greene[/name], and your older sister, [name]Althea[/name] [name]Prescott[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his/her adoptive parents.

Now that you are 27, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Alexandra[/name], is dead.

What did she die from? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
3. Suicide
Why did she kill herself? She was stressed about everything, and she was not happy; bipolar.

You drive to San [name]Francisco[/name] to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 9, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he is crying, holding his younger siblings.

What is sibling #1’s gender? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
5. boy

What is his/her first name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
3. Boy: [name]Elijah[/name]

What is his/her middle name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
6. Boy: 69 Classic Boy Names | Nameberry

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Elijah[/name] [name]Vincent[/name]

Sibling #2’s name: [name]Benjamin[/name] [name]Dexter[/name]

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Jayden[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide his face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

[GenevieveReine]

It has been five years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in criminal las, moved to an apartment in [name]Boston[/name], and gotten a job as a Police Officer. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Kellan[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]William[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Thomas[/name] and [name]Clara[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Tam[/name], and your older sister, [name]Alice[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his adoptive parents.

Now that you are twenty-four, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Clara[/name] Fenwick, is dead.

What did she die from? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

1. Car accident

You drive to Toronto to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is five, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he is crying, holding his younger siblings.

What is sibling #1’s gender? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
6. girl

What is his/her first name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
[name]Ella[/name]

What is his/her middle name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
5. Boy: 1 This list has been removed | Nameberry, Girl: 1 This list has been removed | Nameberry

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Ella[/name] [name]Hermia[/name]

What is sibling #2’s gender? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
5. girl

What is his/her first name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
6. Boy: [name]Joseph[/name], Girl: [name]Evelyn[/name]

What is his/her middle name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice & use http://nymbler.com/
2. use your child’s adoptive mother’s first name for inspiration

Sibling #2’s name: [name]Evelyn[/name] [name]Claire[/name]

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]William[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide his face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

[emmie157]

It has been 5 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in Psychology, moved to an apartment in Moorhead, Minnesota, and gotten a job as a Psycologist. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Harrison[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Aiden[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Jason[/name] and [name]Halie[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Kennedy[/name] [name]Olivia[/name] [name]Hill[/name], and your older sister, [name]Mariah[/name] [name]Rachael[/name] [name]Hill[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his/her adoptive parents.

Now that you are 24, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Halie[/name], is dead.

What did she die from? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
2. Cancer

You drive to [name]Fargo[/name] to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 5, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he is crying, holding his younger siblings.

What is sibling #1’s gender? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
3. boy

What is his/her first name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
2. Boy: [name]Matthew[/name], Girl: [name]Ella[/name]

What is his/her middle name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
6. Boy: 69 Classic Boy Names | Nameberry, Girl: 112 Classic Girl Names | Nameberry

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Matthew[/name] [name]Jacob[/name]

What is sibling #2’s gender? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
5. girl

What is his/her first name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
2. Boy: [name]David[/name], Girl: [name]Aubrey[/name]

What is his/her middle name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice & use http://nymbler.com/
4. use sibling #1’s middle name for inspiration

Sibling #2’s name: [name]Aubrey[/name] [name]Willow[/name]

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Aiden[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide his/her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him/her, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

[Lovelywren]

It has been eight years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in Speech Pathologist, moved to an apartment in Birmingham, and gotten a job as a Speech therapist. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Jonathan[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Mia[/name] [name]Brooke[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Oliver[/name] and [name]Louisa[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, Elliette [name]Marilla[/name] [name]McGee[/name], and your older sister, [name]Lucy[/name] [name]Anne[/name] Soneclar, who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and her adoptive parents.

Now that you are 27, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child,[name]Louisa[/name], is dead.

What did she die from? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

2. Cancer

You drive to Eureka to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 8, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he or she is crying, holding her younger siblings.

What is sibling #1’s gender? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

4. girl

What is his/her first name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

1. Girl: [name]Elizabeth[/name]

What is his/her middle name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

6. Girl: 112 Classic Girl Names | Nameberry [name]Alice[/name]

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Elizabeth[/name] [name]Alice[/name]

What is sibling #2’s gender? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

6. boy

What is his/her first name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

2. Boy: [name]David[/name]

What is his/her middle name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice & use http://nymbler.com/

4. use sibling #1’s middle name for inspiration: [name]Wallace[/name]

Sibling #2’s name: [name]Daniel[/name] [name]Wallace[/name]

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Mia[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach her, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

[mandaaalee]

It has been 8 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in Applied Sciences, moved to an apartment in [name]Burbank[/name], and gotten a job as a Ultrasound Tech. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Daniel[/name] [name]Allen[/name] [name]Evans[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Mason[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Wes[/name] and [name]Claire[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Rebekah[/name] [name]Ann[/name] [name]Banks[/name], and your older sister, [name]Margaret[/name] [name]Sophia[/name] McHenry, who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his/her adoptive parents.

Now that you are 27, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Claire[/name], is dead.

What did she die from? Cancer

You drive to San [name]Diego[/name] to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 8, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he or she is crying, holding his younger siblings.

What is sibling #1’s gender? Girl

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Lily[/name] [name]Madeline[/name]

What is sibling #2’s gender? Girl

Sibling #2’s name: [name]Evelyn[/name] [name]Grace[/name]

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Mason[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide his/her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him/her, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

[kickinkay]

It has been eight years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in Biology, moved to anapartmentin [name]Houston[/name], and gotten a job as a Zoo Vet. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Kyle[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.*

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Noah[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Austin[/name] and [name]Justina[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Lily[/name] Knowles, and your older sister, [name]Chloe[/name] [name]Hart[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his/her adoptive parents.

Now that you are 27, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Justina[/name], is dead.*

What did she die from?*[name]Roll[/name]*the dice
1.Caraccident

You drive to San [name]Antonio[/name] to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is eight, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he or she is crying, holding his/her younger siblings.*

Sibling #1’s name:(G) [name]Elizabeth[/name] [name]Diana[/name] [name]Fox[/name]
Sibling #2’s name:(B) [name]Christopher[/name] [name]Roman[/name] [name]Fox[/name]

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Noah[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide his/her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him/her, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.*

[thealove]

Your name is [name]Elizabeth[/name] [name]Rowan[/name] [name]Page[/name] and you are a 19-year-old college sophomore attending Oklahoma Wesleyan University. You have been with your boyfriend, [name]Stephen[/name] [name]Elliot[/name] Marquardt for over a year when you find out you are pregnant in the beginning of the second semester. You eventually work up the nerve to tell your boyfriend and, of course, he freaks out. But once things settle down, you two have a long, intimate talk. You tell your family the news, as well as your decision: to put the baby up for adoption.

Your boyfriend’s stepfather puts you in touch with a local adoption agency that performs both open and blind adoptions. Because you want to make sure your unborn child is given the best home he or she deserves, you choose the parents carefully, balancing the pros and cons of them all. After maybe two months, you finally pick the right couple: [name]Noah[/name] [name]Jack[/name] [name]Smith[/name] and [name]Charlize[/name] [name]Irma[/name] [name]Smith[/name] of Louisville. He is an Architect and she is an Artist. You arrange an interview with them a week later and they arrive very excited. You fire questions at them like gunshots, but they always bounce back. They are instantly charming. You are now certain you have made the right choice.

Over the next seven months, you grow close to [name]Charlize[/name] and [name]Noah[/name]. You decide that you don’t want to see the baby, but you would like to keep in touch with them. They are perfectly fine with that, especially since you never know what could happen. Your boyfriend, however, seems to be pulling away; he says that he doesn’t want to get too attached to the baby before giving it up. You can’t really blame him. It’s been pretty hard on you, too, but you are in too deep to back out now. Then, you finally have the baby. Your boyfriend goes with you to the delivery room while the adoptive parents wait outside.

What is the baby’s gender? Boy

An hour after the baby is born, the adoptive parents say they have picked a first name for the baby, but cannot settle on a middle name. So, they give you and your boyfriend the honor of choosing.

What is the baby’s name? [name]Aiden[/name] [name]Dominic[/name] [name]Smith[/name]

Three days later, you and the baby, [name]Aiden[/name], leave the hospital. After an emotional goodbye, you give the baby to his/her new parents. You and your boyfriend watch their car depart from the hospital, then quietly walk back to his car, as he pushes you along in your wheelchair.

It has been 7 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in Medicine, moved to an apartment in Dothan, [name]AL[/name], and gotten a job as a gynecologist. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Stephen[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Aiden[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Noah[/name] and[name]Charlise[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Cate[/name], and your older sister, [name]Evelyn[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his/her adoptive parents.

Now that you are 26, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Charlise[/name], is dead.

What did she die from? Homicide
A pack of dogs bit her and she die in the hospital.

You drive to Louisville to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 7 years old, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he is crying, holding his younger siblings.

What is sibling #1’s gender? Girl

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Ella[/name] [name]Josephine[/name]

What is sibling #2’s gender? Girl

Sibling #2’s name: [name]Evelyn[/name] [name]Kya[/name]

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Aidan[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide his face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

[vildeoddli]

It has been eight years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in art, moved to an apartment in Edinburgh, and gotten a job as an Interior Designer. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]James[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Will[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Charles[/name] and [name]Joanna[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Elena[/name], and your older sister, [name]Marlena[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his/her adoptive parents.

Now that you are 28, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Joanna[/name] [name]Aldwin[/name], is dead.

What did she die from? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
2. Cancer

You drive to [name]London[/name] to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is eight, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he is crying, holding his younger siblings.

What is sibling #1’s gender? [name]Roll[/name] the dice

1. boy

What is his/her first name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
4. Boy: [name]Joshua[/name]

What is his/her middle name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
4. Boy: 115 Best British Boy Names | Nameberry

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Joshua[/name] [name]Lennon[/name] [name]Aldwin[/name] “Josh”

What is sibling #2’s gender? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
5. girl

What is his/her first name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
6. Girl: [name]Evelyn[/name]

What is his/her middle name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice & use http://nymbler.com/
2. use your child’s adoptive mother’s first name for inspiration

Sibling #2’s name: [name]Evelyn[/name] [name]Elizabeth[/name] [name]Aldwin[/name] “Eve”

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Will[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide his face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

[meeks]

It has been 5 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in Nursing, moved to an apartment in [name]Des[/name] Moines, and gotten a job as a NICU Nurse. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Logan[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Abbie[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Kyle[/name] and [name]Kara[/name] [name]Winters[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Katelyn[/name] [name]Olivia[/name] [name]Bartenhagen[/name], and your older sister, [name]Savannah[/name] [name]Piper[/name] [name]Hudson[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and her adoptive parents.

Now that you are 24, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Kara[/name] [name]Winters[/name], is dead. Sadly, she dies from many cancers.

You drive to Eureka to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 5, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and she is crying, holding her younger siblings. Her siblings are [name]Ella[/name] [name]Joyce[/name] and [name]Joseph[/name] [name]Vincent[/name] [name]“Joe”[/name].

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Abbie[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach her, tap her on the shoulder. She looks up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

[katie8765]

It has been 4 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in law, moved to an apartment in Buffalo, and gotten a job as a lawyer. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Connor[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Ava[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Chris[/name] and [name]Angela[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Rebecca[/name], and your older sister, [name]Katie[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his/her adoptive parents.

Now that you are 23, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Angela[/name], is dead.

What did she die from?
Cancer

You drive to [name]Albany[/name] to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 4, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and she is crying, holding her younger siblings.

Sibling #1:
Boy: [name]Elijah[/name] [name]Duncan[/name]

Sibling #2:
Boy: [name]Benjamin[/name] [name]Grant[/name]

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Ava[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach her, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

[little.lottie710]

It has been 8 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in English, moved to an apartment in Pittsburgh, and gotten a job as an elementary school teacher. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Justin[/name] [name]Carter[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Xander[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]John[/name] [name]Henry[/name] and [name]Felicity[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Cara[/name] [name]Noelle[/name] [name]MacKenzie[/name], and your older sister, [name]Amanda[/name] [name]Renee[/name] French, who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his adoptive parents.

Now that you are 27, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Felicity[/name] French, is dead.

What did she die from?

1. Car accident

You drive to San [name]Francisco[/name] to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 8, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he is crying, holding his younger siblings.

What is sibling #1’s gender?

1. boy

What is his/her first name?
3. Boy: [name]Elijah[/name]

What is his/her middle name?
4. Boy: 115 Best British Boy Names | Nameberry

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Elijah[/name] [name]Piers[/name] [name]Ferrand[/name]

What is sibling #2’s gender?
4. boy

What is his first name?
3. Boy: [name]James[/name]

What is his/her middle name?
2. use your child’s adoptive mother’s first name for inspiration

Sibling #2’s name: [name]James[/name] [name]Felix[/name] [name]Ferrand[/name]

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Xander[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide his face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach him, tap him on the shoulder. He looks up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

[violetgray]

It has been 5 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in English, moved to an apartment in [name]Long[/name] Island, and gotten a job as a journalist. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Luke[/name], broke up eighteen months after the baby was born, but the two of you remain friendly and talk once a month or so. You learn he has recently gotten engaged. You are currently in-between guys, not sure of what to do with your freedom anymore. You feel as though something is missing in your life…then you find a small box of photographs and you remember what it is.

In the months following the birth of your child, [name]Abigail[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]James[/name] and [name]Julia[/name]. They sent you pictures once a month, along with detailed letters updating the baby’s progress. Mostly, these letters were from the father, as the mother recently got caught up in her latest project at work. You couldn’t help but feel a little attracted to the man. It bothered you so much that you confessed to your best friend, [name]Emma[/name], and your older sister, [name]Hannah[/name], who warned you away from getting too close to a married man, even if that man is the adoptive father of your only child. You became upset, realizing what could potentially happen, and slowly began to distance yourself from your child and his/her adoptive parents.

Now that you are 24, you feel that you are certainly old enough to keep your hormones under control. You are about to call the adoptive parents when you realize you lost the contact information they gave you. And since it’s been so long, they could have relocated since then. You are about to give up until you are flipping through the newspaper one morning and a name catches your eye–in the obituaries. The woman who adopted your child, [name]Julia[/name] Chambers, is dead.

What did she die from? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
2. Cancer

You drive to Greenwich to attend the wake at a local church. Dressed in all black, you mingle in the crowd of sad faces, looking for only one. Then, you see him, standing by the open coffin with three children. The oldest, who is 5, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he or she is crying, holding his/her younger siblings.

What is sibling #1’s gender? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
5. boy

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Elijah[/name] [name]Jacob[/name]

What is sibling #2’s gender? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
3. girl

Sibling #2’s name: [name]Avery[/name] [name]Kathleen[/name]

You stay throughout the wake, hiding in the crowd, talking to random people. When they ask who you are, you say you are a friend of the family, too scared to admit the deceased was the woman who adopted your only child. You learn that the couple had adopted one other child after your own and the youngest was a miracle baby. As the event is about to end, you remember that you had brought yellow roses with you but left them in your car. You quickly run back with the bouquet and place it at the foot of the coffin, with a small note attached to it, thanking her for taking such good care of your child. You take one of the roses, however, and follow the line of mourners out the door. You see your child, [name]Abigail[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach her, tap them on the shoulder. They look up at you with large, watery eyes; you yourself feel as though you want to cry. Neither of you speak. You hand them the rose, they silently accept it, kiss them on the forehead, and quietly leave.

To be continued in Part 3…