MY TABOO STEP DADDY
Because despite everything that was done to us, despite everyone who tried to tear us apart, we're still here.
"I finally got my happy ending," I whisper, and I'm leaning over and kissing him because I don't have any other way to express the magnitude of what I'm feeling.
He's smiling when we pull apart, and it's genuine—not the smile of someone playing a role, but the smile of a man who's finally allowed himself to believe that happiness might actually be possible.
"We got our happy ending," he corrects me. "Together."
And for the first time since I learned the truth about my mother, about my father, about everything that built the foundation of my life, I believe it.