Lucy was stunned when the nurse returned her newborn twins. She had given birth to a boy and a girl — but now, the nurse brought her two girls.

She and her husband Ross had waited years for this moment. When they found out Lucy was pregnant with twins — a boy and a girl — they were thrilled. But in the hospital room after birth, Lucy’s joy turned to alarm.

“Where’s my son? Who is this other baby girl?” Lucy cried, looking at the nurse, Savannah.

“They’re your daughters, ma’am,” Savannah said, eyes fixed on her paperwork. “I’ve double-checked the reports. There’s no mistake.”

Furious, Lucy snapped, “I have the reports. I was told after delivery I had a boy and a girl. Don’t gaslight me.”

Ross stepped in, trying to stay calm. “We’re not trying to cause trouble, but we won’t let this go. If our son isn’t returned, we’ll call the police.”

Just then, Dr. Linda Carter entered. “Please lower your voice. There are other patients.”

Lucy turned to her. “Your staff made a serious mistake. If this isn’t fixed, I will report it.”

Dr. Carter tried to ease the tension and asked to see Savannah’s paperwork. But Savannah hesitated, stammering excuses. Concerned, Dr. Carter gently insisted.

Reading the documents, Dr. Carter’s face changed. “Please give me a moment. It seems Savannah confused your file with another patient named Lucy Matthews. I’m truly sorry for the mix-up.”

She led Savannah out of the room. But Lucy, uneasy, followed them discreetly and overheard their conversation through the slightly open door.

“What were you thinking, Savannah?” Dr. Carter asked firmly. “You know Lucy Matthews had a boy and a girl. Why are you lying?”

Tears filled Savannah’s voice. “I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. The other baby girl — she’s my niece. My sister died during childbirth. Her husband had left her, and I wanted to adopt the baby. But my husband refused. I didn’t want her growing up in a home without love…”

“So… I switched the babies.”

Dr. Carter was shocked. “That’s not your decision to make. We’ll fix this. Bring back Mrs. Matthews’ son — now.”

Lucy returned to her room, shaken. A few minutes later, Dr. Carter came back holding her baby boy. “I’m so sorry for everything,” she said. Lucy, having heard the entire story, accepted the apology but didn’t press charges.

Yet that night, Lucy couldn’t sleep. The image of the baby girl haunted her.

The next morning over breakfast, she said, “Ross, I can’t stop thinking about her. I dreamed she was living with us. It felt so real.”

Ross tried to comfort her. “It’s just the stress, honey. You need rest.”

“No,” Lucy said firmly. “I want to adopt her.”

Ross was taken aback. “We just had twins. Adopting a third child right now isn’t practical.”

“I’ve thought about it all night,” she said. “Please. Let’s go to the hospital.”

Ross hesitated, but agreed. At the hospital, when he held the little girl in his arms — with her big brown eyes tinged with green staring up at him — his heart melted.

“I’m glad you came,” Dr. Carter told them. “She’s lucky to have you.”

Lucy smiled. “After all we went through trying to start a family… how could we say no when a child wants to come to us?”

The adoption took some time, but eventually, they brought the baby home and named her Amelia.

Savannah visited them later and was overwhelmed with gratitude. She soon became like family, often spending weekends with the children — the twins, Sia and Mark, and little Amelia.

Though it had begun with a mistake, Lucy and Ross knew in their hearts that their family was finally whole.