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“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Thank you for fighting for me.”
I swallowed hard, the emotion catching in my throat. “I always will. You’re my girl, and I promised your mom I’d take care of you, always.”
She frowned at me. “Can I ask something?”
“Can I ask something?”
“Anything.”
“When I get married one day,” she said, “will you walk me down the aisle?”
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Tears stung my eyes, the first ones since Laura died. It wasn’t a question about a wedding; it was a question about belonging, about permanence, about love.
It was the only validation I ever needed.
It was the only validation I ever needed.
“There’s nothing I’d rather do, my love,” I whispered, my voice rough.
She leaned her head on my shoulder. “Dad… you’re my real father. Always have been.”
And for the first time since that terrible Thanksgiving morning, my heart finally, completely stopped hurting.
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The promise was kept, and the reward was a simple, profound truth: family is who you love, who you fight for, not just biology.
The promise was kept, and the reward was a simple, profound truth.
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