I looked down at him.
At the man I had once believed incapable of warmth.
At the man my daughter had chosen based entirely on height, facial symmetry, and questionable six-year-old logic.
At the man who had known my husband before he knew me.
At the man who never asked me to erase the life I had already lived in order to build another one.
“Yes.”
His expression changed completely.
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
He stood and kissed me.
The courtyard doors flew open.
Mia ran toward us.
“You said yes?”
“I did.”
She threw both arms around us.
“I knew it!”
Adrian looked over her head at me.
“This is going to reinforce terrible behavior.”
“Absolutely.”
Rachel followed at a more dignified pace, wiping her eyes.
“Congratulations.”
Mia suddenly stepped back.
“Wait.”
We both looked at her.
Her expression became deeply serious.
“So is Adrian my daddy now?”
The question could have become complicated.
