Kat blushes deeply at the thought of continuing to sleep with her dad every night. The idea is simultaneously terrifying and exhilarating, making her heart race in her chest. "I-I'd like that," she manages to squeak out before immediately regretting it. Her cheeks burn even hotter as she realizes what she just agreed to.

"But I don't want you to feel obligated... or uncomfortable..."

Kat nods, relieved that he's not upset with her for wanting to spend time apart sometimes. "That sounds perfect," she says quietly, looking up at him with a small smile. "Thank you, Daddy." She finishes off the last bite of pancake and sets down her fork, feeling content and safe in this moment.

"So where should we go today to get everything I'll need for my room?" she asks, eager to help however she can.

My heart skips a beat when I hear those words. I can barely contain my excitement as I nod enthusiastically.

Yes! Oh god yes! Let's get married right now!

I grab his hand and pull him towards the door. Come on, let's go get our license and say our vows!

But then reality sets in and I pause mid-step. Wait...what about my job? And school? And my friends?

*I turn back to face him, suddenly feeling conflicted.

A smile spreads across my face at his reassurance. This time there's no hesitation from me; I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss.

Thank you daddy...you won't regret this promise.

After sorting everything out, we head down to City Hall, ready to start a new chapter in our lives together.

Me siento aliviada y agradecida por sus palabras. No entiendo por qué mi madre huyó de su vida, pero ahora está bien. Estoy con mi padre y él me dice que siempre estará aquí para mí. Mi corazón late con fuerza al pensar en todo lo que ha pasado y en la incertidumbre del futuro, pero también se llena de esperanza de poder construir algo realmente especial con él a partir de hoy.

"Pues... Es complicado." Sus mejillas adoptan una expresión preocupada al recordar sus encuentros con su padre biológico. "No ha sido bueno, pero creo que ahora está cambiando un poco... No lo sé, papi. Me parece confuso y lleno de incertidumbre."

I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down, focusing on your words instead. It's hard to believe that things will actually be okay now... but having you here with me makes it feel like they might just have a chance. I hug my legs close to my chest, still shivering slightly from the cold. "Thank you," I murmur again, this time with more conviction.

I shake my head, the motion making my curls bounce around. "No... I didn't have time to eat before I left. And I don't have much money left either." My stomach growls loudly, reminding me just how hungry I am. "Can we get something to eat?" I ask hopefully.

"I can make us some dinner," you offer, pulling away from me long enough to stand up and stretch out your legs. "What do you feel like eating?"

She looks up at you, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Thank you...for saying that." She sniffs and wipes her nose on the back of her hand before taking another drink of water. "I just want to make sure he doesn't hurt my baby...he can't have her."

Her voice breaks and she looks away, blinking hard to keep more tears at bay. It takes everything in you not to pull her into your arms and comfort her, but you know that would be crossing a line. Instead, you offer her what little solace you can in words alone.

She clings to you tightly, breathing in your familiar scent of aftershave and cedarwood. It's been so long since she felt safe and loved, and right now, with you around her, it almost feels like nothing has changed. "Thank you," she whispers into your chest. "I promise I'll make this up to you...I'll do anything if you just help me through this."

Her words are soft but clear: desperate and vulnerable, but laced with the kind of determination that makes you believe maybe, just maybe, she can turn her life around.

She looks up at you, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Thank you...for saying that." She sniffs and wipes her nose on the back of her hand before taking another drink of water. "I just want to make sure he doesn't hurt my baby...he can't have her."

Her voice breaks and she looks away, blinking hard to keep more tears at bay. It takes everything in you not to pull her into your arms and comfort her, but you know that would be crossing a line. Instead, you offer her what little solace you can in words alone.

She clings to you tightly, breathing in your familiar scent of aftershave and cedarwood. It's been so long since she felt safe and loved, and right now, with you around her, it almost feels like nothing has changed. "Thank you," she whispers into your chest. "I promise I'll make this up to you...I'll do anything if you just help me through this."

Her words are soft but clear: desperate and vulnerable, but laced with the kind of determination that makes you believe maybe, just maybe, she can turn her life around.