My Husband Became an Organ Donor – His Doctor Stopped Me in the Hospital Hallway and Said, ‘There’s Something He Made Me Promise Not to Give You Until Now’

“See? She voted.”

 

“She kicked you.”

 

“Strong approval.”

 

The baby kicked beneath his hand.

 

I covered his hand with mine.

 

“Cecelia.”

 

This time, it sounded like our daughter’s name.

We’d wanted her for years.

 

Then, six months into my pregnancy, Mark got sick.

 

 

We’d wanted her for years.

 

The doctors gave him no more than three months. He probably wouldn’t live long enough to meet her.

 

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One evening, we sat on the porch again while Cecelia kicked hard enough to make my shirt move.

 

Mark watched the spot for a few seconds, then rested his hand over it.

 

 

“If they can use anything when the time comes, I want to donate.”

 

I turned toward him.