Page 72 of British Daddy to Go

The happiness on her face is contagious. I pull her into a hug just as Stefan pulls up.

We separate and climb into the backseat. Stefan immediately closes the partition, but we’re not doing anything naughty. At least, we’re not doing anything naughtyyet.

Back at the apartment, Maggie stands in the doorway and admires the place.

“You know what this feels like?” she asks, squeezing my hand. “Meeting your parents and falling in love with them, and with you?”

“What does it feel like?”

“It feels like the beginning of forever.”

I pull her against me and kiss her softly. “You’re right,” I say. “I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”

Forever used to be a foreign concept with me, but with Maggie, it’s an attainable dream. She’s my everything, and I know in my heart that we’ll be together for the long haul. If we can get through her being held captive, we can get through anything.

That day when I walked into Havisham’s, I went in looking for a suit. I never thought I’d walk out having met my happily ever after, but that’s exactly what I did.