We didn’t.
On her last night, she whispered fiercely, “Promise me—take care of my baby. Be the father she deserves.” I promised. She was gone the next morning.
I adopted Lily a few months later, but in my heart, she’d been mine long before the paperwork was signed. For ten years, it was just us. I packed her lunches, helped with science projects, sat beside her during nightmares, learned when to guide and when to let her grow.
I never imagined the man who abandoned her would return to try to take her away.
It happened on Thanksgiving. The house smelled of turkey, butter, cinnamon. Lily, now sixteen, appeared pale, shaking. “Dad… I’m going to my real father,” she whispered.
Darren Cole—a famous athlete, a man known for charm on camera and cruelty off it—had reached out via social media. He threatened my shop, dangling privileges and danger to coerce her to join him.
I held her hands. “Nothing matters more than you,” I said.
He arrived at our door that evening, arrogant and intimidating. But I stayed calm. I had evidence: messages, threats, recordings—proof of coercion. I had already alerted sponsors, the league, and journalists.
His bravado collapsed. He lunged. I defended my family. He left in a fury. Investigations followed, his public image crumbling.
Lily struggled with guilt and confusion, but slowly, trust returned. One night, as we repaired a pair of sneakers together, she whispered, “Thank you for fighting for me.”
“Always,” I said.
“When I get married someday… will you walk me down the aisle?”
“There’s nothing I’d rather do,” I said.
In that moment, I knew my promise had been kept. Family isn’t just biology—it’s who stays, who fights, who loves when walking away would be easier. And I would choose her every single time.
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