Page 78 of Healing Fate

He wasn’t understanding. I could hear the pain in his voice and that was the last thing I wanted.

I looked up to smile at him. He was so handsome, successful, kind, giving, so much more than I deserved, but selfishly, I wanted it all. This one my chance at a true happily ever after.

Micah had already proven to me how he would be there for me and my daughter. I knew he cared about Vada, and I was pretty sure that her unique start to life wasn’t an issue for him, but adoption? He wanted to adopt her?

I leaned over and kissed him, smiling against his lips.

“I’m all in,” I whispered confidently.

He jerked back to look at me.

“You mean it?”

“You have no idea how much that would mean to me,” I whispered.

“Wait, you’re okay with it? Because I thought maybe you were freaked out by me asking.”

I shook my head.

“Just overwhelmed,” I confessed. “I never even let myself think for a second that this could be my life, that you’d want both of us as much as we need you.”

“I don’t just want you both, I desperately need you, and I desperately need her, too. You’re a package deal and I’m the lucky man who gets to call you both mine.”

I hugged him as I cried some more.

This man was everything I never allowed myself to dream of.

“I hungry!” Vada protested loudly from the backseat.

He chuckled. “We know.”

“Why Mommy crying Doc?”

“I think she’s just happy.”

I nodded. “So happy.”

He kissed me once more and then searched around until he found some spare napkins in the glove box and handed me one.

“I must look like a complete mess. Maybe this isn’t such a good idea tonight.”

“You look beautiful, and I think it’s a perfect idea. We have much to celebrate. And no stressing about money.”

“I promise not to say a word.”

He got out of the car and retrieved Vada from her seat and then walked around and helped me out. I was a hot mess with red puffy eyes that clearly showed I’d been crying, but I was beaming inside on the verge of overflowing with happiness.

“Hey Doc,” a beautiful silver haired woman with stunning mismatched eyes greeted us. “How many?”

“Just me and my girls tonight,” he said proudly.

“Do you need a highchair for her?”

“That would great,” he said, answering for me.

“Nonna told me congratulations are in order. Hi, I’m Sapphire,” the woman told me when we reached our seats.

“Lucy.”