After the ceremony, we waited in one of the museum’s holding rooms while the staff flipped the main space for the reception. It was impressive watching them work. The ceremony chairs were moved, tables were set, centerpieces came out, and within an hour, the museum would look completely different. Maya disappeared to change into a less formal dress. Still off-white and beautiful, according to her. Just shorter and more comfortable. Her exact reasoning had been, “I’m pregnant, and I’m already a mother of six. I’m not walking around in that long-ass dress all night.” Six. I smiled every time she said that. Because she always included all the children when she talked about them. Our children, and soon, if everything went the way I wanted it to, I was going to give her a surprise. I wanted to formally adopt Gabby. Maya had told me a long time ago that Stanley had given up his rights. He hadn’t wanted anything to do with Gabby. Well, I did. I wanted to be her fa
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