She held up a sketch of the two of us under a big red heart. My throat tightened. “There’s not going to be a wedding anymore,” I told her gently.
“Because of me?” she asked. “Never,” I said. “The wedding’s off because Rachel doesn’t understand how important you are to me.
If someone can’t love both of us, they don’t deserve either of us.”
Lily was quiet, then whispered, “So it’ll just be you and me again?”
“You and me. Always.”
Her tentative smile returned. “I like that better.”
I grinned.
“Good. Because guess what? That honeymoon we booked in Hawaii — you and I are going instead.
Just us, sun, sand, and all the ice cream you can eat.”
Her squeal of joy filled the room. “Best honeymoon ever!”
I held her close, knowing I’d lost a fiancée but kept something far more important — the bond with my daughter. Some loves are conditional, fragile.
But the love between a parent and a child is not. And as Lily whispered, “It’s just you and me forever, right?” I kissed her forehead and said softly, “Forever, Lily. Forever.”
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