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

Baby Name Games
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It has been 6 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in literature, moved to an apartment in Manhattan, and gotten a job as a journalist. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Heath[/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]Olivia[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Mark[/name] and [name]Emily[/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]Rachel[/name], and your older sister, [name]Whitney[/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 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]Emily[/name], is dead.

What did she die from?
2. Cancer

You drive to Massapequa 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 6, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and she is crying, holding her younger siblings.

What is sibling #1’s gender?
5. boy

What is his first name?
2. Boy: [name]Matthew[/name]

What is his middle name?
6. Boy: 69 Classic Boy Names | Nameberry

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

What is sibling #2’s gender?
4. boy

What is his first name?
4. Boy: [name]Logan[/name]

What is his middle name?
5. use your own first name for inspiration

Sibling #2’s name: [name]Logan[/name] [name]Parker[/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]Olivia[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach her, tap her 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.

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It has been 5 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in Zoology, moved to an apartment in Wilmington, NC, and gotten a job as an aviary trainer. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Rupert[/name] [name]David[/name] Brail, 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] [name]Eleanor[/name] Walters, you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Jensen[/name] [name]Frederick[/name] Walters and [name]Eliza[/name] [name]Claire[/name] Walters. 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]Wilhelmina[/name] [name]Margaret[/name] [name]Greer[/name], and your older sister, [name]Lily[/name] [name]Frances[/name] [name]Bellamy[/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]Eliza[/name] [name]Claire[/name] Walters, is dead.

What did she die from? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
3. Suicide (undiagnosed depression)

You drive to Seattle, [name]Washington[/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 or she is crying, holding his/her 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

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

What is his/her middle name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
2. Girl: 160 Best Girl Names Starting with Vowels | Nameberry

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Elizabeth[/name] [name]Amelia[/name] Walters

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

  1. girl

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

What is his/her middle name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice & use http://nymbler.com/
5. use your own first name for inspiration

Sibling #2’s name: [name]Lillian[/name] [name]Hazel[/name] Walters

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] [name]Eleanor[/name] Walters, 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.

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It has been 8 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in special education, moved to an apartment in Midland [name]Parks[/name], NJ, and gotten a job as a special education pre-k teacher. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Mark[/name] [name]Harrison[/name] Ballinger, 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] [name]Eleanor[/name] [name]Emmett[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Simon[/name] [name]David[/name] and [name]Alexandria[/name] [name]Mary[/name] [name]Emmett[/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]Shaina[/name] Fiorelle, and your older sister, [name]Valentina[/name] [name]Frances[/name] [name]Jameson[/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]Alexandria[/name], is dead.

What did she die from? Homicide. An internet stalker cornered her in a pizzaria while [name]Chloe[/name] and the other kids are in a back room for a party. She thought it was an alumni from her old high school. He stabbed her in the heart.

You drive to [name]Princeton[/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/her younger siblings.

What is sibling #1’s gender? girl
What is his/her first name? [name]Natalie[/name]
What is his/her middle name? [name]Joyce[/name]

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Natalie[/name] [name]Joyce[/name] [name]Emmett[/name]

What is sibling #2’s gender? Boy
What is his/her first name? [name]David[/name]
What is his/her middle name? [name]Chandler[/name]

Sibling #2’s name: [name]David[/name] [name]Chandler[/name] [name]Emmett[/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.

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It has been (7) 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 (SAN [name]DIEGO[/name]), and gotten a job as a (EDITOR). You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, ([name]JACKSON[/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]EVAN[/name]) and ([name]LILY[/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]JAMIE[/name] [name]LOUISE[/name] BRADDOCK), and your older sister, ([name]POPPY[/name] [name]ANNA[/name] HOFFMAN), 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]LILY[/name]), is dead.

What did she die from? 6. Heart disease

You drive to ([name]ORANGE[/name] COUNTY) 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), your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he is crying, holding his younger siblings.

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Liam[/name] [name]Sherman[/name] [name]Tanner[/name]

Sibling #2’s name: [name]Lillian[/name] [name]Joy[/name] [name]Tanner[/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 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.

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It has been 4) 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 Spokane, [name]Washington[/name], and gotten a job as a Mother [name]Baby[/name] Nurse. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Kevin[/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]Ethan[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Daniel[/name] and [name]Christine[/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]Janelle[/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]Christine[/name] [name]Marie[/name] [name]Morrison[/name], is dead.

What did she die from? Alcohol Poisoning

You drive to Spokane [name]Valley[/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 or she is crying, holding his younger siblings.

What is sibling #1’s gender? Girl

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Samantha[/name] [name]Arwen[/name] [name]Morrison[/name]

What is sibling #2’s gender? Girl

Sibling #2’s name: [name]Victoria[/name] [name]Elliot[/name] [name]Morrison[/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]Ethan[/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.

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It has been 4 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in software engineering, moved to an apartment in [name]Portland[/name], and gotten a job as a system administrator. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Des[/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] [name]Hope[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Thorsten[/name] and [name]Lena[/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]Thea[/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/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]Lena[/name], is dead.

What did she die from?

  1. Car accident

You drive to Seattle 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 6, 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?
3. boy

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Liam[/name] [name]Willis[/name]

What is sibling #2’s gender?
5. girl

Sibling #2’s name: [name]Evelyn[/name] [name]Christabel[/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 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…

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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 San [name]Francisco[/name], and gotten a job as a midwife. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Brian[/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] [name]Asher[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Richard[/name] and [name]Margaret[/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]-[name]Rose[/name], and your older sister, [name]Iris[/name] [name]Mathilda[/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]Margaret[/name] [name]Frances[/name] [name]Anderson[/name], is dead.

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

  1. Car accident

You drive to [name]Dallas[/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 or she 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
6. Boy: [name]Andrew[/name]

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

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

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Andrew[/name] [name]Christopher[/name]

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

  1. girl

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

  1. Girl: [name]Avery[/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]Avery[/name] [name]Penelope[/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.

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It has been 9 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in dentistry, moved to an apartment in [name]Cleveland[/name], and gotten a job as a dentist’s assistant. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Zach[/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]Isabella[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Nathan[/name] and [name]Julianne[/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]Keely[/name], and your older sister, [name]Cara[/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]Julianne[/name], is dead.

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

You drive to Chicago 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, [name]Isabella[/name], and she is crying, holding her 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
6. Boy: [name]Andrew[/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]Andrew[/name] [name]Durwood[/name] [name]Penn[/name]

What is sibling #2’s gender? Roll the dice

  1. girl

What is his/her first name? Roll the dice
5. Girl: Victoria

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

Sibling #2’s name: [name]Victoria[/name] [name]Charlotte[/name] [name]Penn[/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]Isabella[/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.

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It has been 7 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 New [name]York[/name] City, and gotten a job as a broadcast journalist. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Parker[/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]Ethan[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Randall[/name] and [name]Alice[/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]Morgan[/name], and your older sister, [name]Emma[/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 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]Alice[/name], is dead. She was diagnosed with cancer soon after they lost contact and had died from complications.
You drive to [name]Savannah[/name] [name]Georgia[/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 7, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he is crying, holding his younger siblings.
He has a younger [name]Lily[/name] [name]Claire[/name] & a younger brother named [name]James[/name] [name]Randall[/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]Ethan[/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.

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It has been 6 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]Boston[/name], Massachusetts, and gotten a job as a journalist. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Morgan[/name] [name]Rhys[/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]Abigail[/name] [name]Eleanor[/name] Danvers, you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Jeremy[/name] [name]Malcolm[/name] Danvers and [name]Jamie[/name] [name]Paige[/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]Casey[/name], and your older sister, [name]Vanessa[/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]Jamie[/name], is dead.

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

  1. Car accident

You drive to Syracuse, New [name]York[/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 6, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and she is crying, holding her 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
4. Boy: [name]Joshua[/name], Girl: [name]Natalie[/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]Natalie[/name] [name]Rebecca[/name] Danvers

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

What is his/her first name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice
3. Boy: [name]Benjamin[/name], Girl: [name]Brooklyn[/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]Benjamin[/name] [name]Maxwell[/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]Abby[/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.

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It has been 9 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in [name]Drama[/name], moved to an apartment in NYC, and gotten a job as a [name]Drama[/name] Teacher. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Hayden[/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]Olivia[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Matt[/name] and [name]Eliza[/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]Estrella[/name], and your older sister, [name]Jaycee[/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 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]Eliza[/name], is dead.

What did she die from? Car Accident

You drive to Manhattan 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 she is crying, holding her 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]Owen[/name]

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

What is sibling #2’s gender? Boy

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

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

Sibling #2’s name: [name]Joseph[/name] [name]Simon[/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]Olivia[/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.

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It has been 6 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in [name]Art[/name], moved to an apartment in [name]London[/name], and gotten a job as a [name]Art[/name] Teacher. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Ryan[/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]Jacob[/name] [name]Emmett[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]David[/name] and [name]Carly[/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]Mara[/name], and your older sister, [name]Deedee[/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]Carly[/name], is dead.

What did she die from?
Car accident

You drive to Hampstead 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 6 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? Boy

[name]Matthew[/name] [name]Willis[/name]

What is sibling #2’s gender? Boy

[name]Joseph[/name] [name]Emery[/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]Jacob[/name] [name]Emmett[/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.

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It has been [name]SEVEN[/name] years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in ACCOUNTING, moved to an apartment in BAKERSFIELD, and gotten a job as an ACCOUNTANT. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]JOSH[/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]WILL[/name] and [name]AMY[/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]OLIVIA[/name], and your older sister, [name]EMILY[/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 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]AMY[/name], is dead.

What did she die from? HOMICIDE She was killed by a student at school. The student was troubled, went on a rampage and killed 8 before killing himself.

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 7, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and he is crying, holding his younger siblings.
Sibling #1’s name: [name]LILY[/name] [name]RUTH[/name] PUCKETT

Sibling #2’s name: [name]AVERY[/name] [name]GRACE[/name] PUCKETT

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 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.

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It has been 4 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in trigonometry, moved to an apartment in Nashville, and gotten a job as a high school math teacher. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Tristan[/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]Ulysses[/name] and [name]Ella[/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]Olivia[/name] Akers, and your older sister, [name]Lauren[/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]Ella[/name] [name]Lewis[/name], is dead.

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

  1. Car accident

You drive to [name]Memphis[/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.

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

  1. boy

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

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

Sibling #1’s name: [name]Joshua[/name] [name]Patrick[/name] [name]Lewis[/name]

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

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

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

What is her middle name? [name]Roll[/name] the dice & use http://nymbler.com/
6. use your child’s biological father’s first name for inspiration

Sibling #2’s name: [name]Avery[/name] [name]Jocelyn[/name] [name]Lewis[/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.

To be continued in Part 3…

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Your name is [name]Gracie[/name] and you are a 19-year-old college sophomore attending University of [name]Maine[/name]. You have been with your boyfriend, [name]Henry[/name], 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]Patrick[/name] and [name]Tessa[/name] of Lewiston. He is a CEO and she is a veterinarian. 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]Tessa[/name] and [name]Patrick[/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.

It’s a baby girl! 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.

[name]Gracie[/name] and [name]Henry[/name] name the child [name]Emily[/name] [name]Violet[/name]. Three days later, you and the baby, [name]Emily[/name], leave the hospital. After an emotional goodbye, you give the baby to 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 6 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in biology, moved to an apartment in Brunswick, [name]Maine[/name], and gotten a job as a research assistant. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Henry[/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]Emily[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Patrick[/name] and [name]Tessa[/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]Abigail[/name], and your older sister, Lolah, 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 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]Tessa[/name], is dead. She died from alcohol poisoning.

You drive to Lewiston 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 6, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and she is crying, holding her younger siblings.

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, [name]Ella[/name] [name]Clementine[/name], after your own and the youngest, [name]David[/name] [name]Louis[/name], 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]Emily[/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.

36

It has been 9 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in Creative Writing, moved to an apartment in [name]Savannah[/name] and gotten a job as a publicist for authors. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Thomas[/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]Emily[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Joel[/name] and [name]Stella[/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]Kate[/name], and your older sister, [name]Annie[/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]Stella[/name], is dead.

What did she die from
Car accident

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 9, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and she is crying, holding her younger siblings.

What is sibling #1’s gender? Boy
[name]Anthony[/name] [name]Max[/name] Castles (Ant)

What is sibling #2’s gender. Girl
[name]Avery[/name] [name]Joelle[/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]Emily[/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.

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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]New[/name] [name]York[/name] City, and got a job as a Labor & Delivery Nurse. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Nathaniel[/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]Emily[/name] [name]Violet[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Daniel[/name] and [name]Susan[/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]Sarah[/name], and your older sister, [name]Rose[/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 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]Susan[/name], is dead.

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

You drive to Chapel [name]Hill[/name], South [name]Carolina[/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 she is crying, holding her 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

  1. Boy: [name]Anthony[/name]

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

Sibling #1’s name:
[name]Anthony[/name] [name]Sherwin[/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. Girl: [name]Aubrey[/name]

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

Sibling #2’s name:
[name]Aubrey[/name] [name]Danielle[/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]Emily[/name] [name]Violet[/name], standing close to the door, trying to hide her face, clearly anxious to leave. You approach her, tap them 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 her the rose, they silently accept it, kiss her on the forehead, and quietly leave.

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We have a boy, who they name [name]Alexander[/name] [name]Emmett[/name].

four years later, adopted mum dies in a car accident.

We meet his younger siblings [name]Joshua[/name] [name]Charles[/name] and [name]David[/name] [name]Joseph[/name].

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It has been 4 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 Mississauga, and gotten a job as a psychologist’s assistant. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Greg[/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 any more. 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]Emily[/name] [name]Eleanor[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Doug[/name] and [name]Teresa[/name] [name]Linton[/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]Esme[/name], and your older sister, [name]Elizabeth[/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 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]Teresa[/name] [name]Jane[/name] [name]Linton[/name], died in a 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 4, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and she is crying, holding her younger siblings, a little girl named [name]Ella[/name] [name]Oceane[/name] & a boy named [name]Christopher[/name] [name]Emmett[/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]Emily[/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 her the rose, she silently accepts it, kiss her on the forehead, and quietly leave.

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It has been 5 years since you put your baby up for adoption. You have since graduated from college with a degree in biology, moved to an apartment in [name]New[/name] Orleans, and gotten a job as a teacher. You and your boyfriend, the baby’s father, [name]Arthur[/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]Isabella[/name], you kept up communication with the adoptive parents, [name]Liam[/name] and [name]Kate[/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]Annabeth[/name] [name]Parker[/name], and your older sister, [name]Martha[/name] [name]Hazel[/name] [name]Reed[/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]Kate[/name], is dead.

What did she die from? Cancer

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 5, your maternal instincts immediately recognize: it is your child, and she is crying, holding his/her younger siblings.

What is sibling #1’s gender? Girl

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

What is sibling #2’s gender? Girl

Sibling #2’s name: [name]Evelyn[/name] [name]Katherine[/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]Izzy[/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.