I fully integrated myself into Ethan’s life, not because I had to, but because I chose to.
One afternoon he offered me the adoption papers, explaining that he wanted everything to be done correctly.
“I’ve already started being a father,” he said in a low voice.
That’s when I asked her to marry me.
We got married in a small, simple, and authentic courthouse, and for the first time I felt like I was walking towards something, not moving away from it.
Months later our daughter was born, small and lively, and with a single cry she changed everything.
I watched as Ethan held her in his arms, and something inside me calmed down in a way I can’t describe.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
Why? I never asked him.
One night, while in my room, he asked me, “Are you happy?”
I thought about the woman I had been on that court bench, scared and alone.
—Yes —I said, leaning on him—, I am.
Outside, people kept telling stories about Ethan Vale, but inside our house, he was just a man who showed up every day.
And that made all the difference.
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