kristenbrooke
David is a police officer in the Drug Unit in New York City. He just got out of the hospital a few weeks ago. He was shot protecting a child from open gunfire. Upon arrival at the hospital, doctors learned that the bullet had lodged itself into his spine. David is now paralyzed from the waist down.
His wife, Lydia, has been a tremendous help to him since the shooting. She helps him get in and out of his wheelchair, take showers, and even go to the bathroom, and she does it all without complaint. But David knows how very hard this must be on her. He also knows how frustrating it must be to have a husband in a wheelchair, virtually unable to take care of himself. He also knows that she misses the intimacy between them. He does too.
David decides he has to confront Lydia about her feelings. They talk, and yell, and cry with each other all night. David knows Lydia has always wanted children, and it frightened her that, with his new disability, she might never have them.
He told her they just had to get creative.
So, they did.
And a short time down the road (oh, let's say about nine months or so...), they were blessed with a beautiful baby girl. Wanting to give her a meaningful name, and having gone through what they did to have her, they thought it quite fitting to name her...Destiny.