That was the moment I knew the conversation was no longer about my wedding dress.
He handed me the frame and the drawing.
Then he knelt in front of Lisa.
“Do you remember what you asked me when I proposed to your mom?”
Lisa wiped her nose.
“I asked if I got a dad too.”
“And what did I tell you?”
She sniffed.
“If you’ll have me.”
Brandon smiled.
“Exactly.”
He wiped a tear from her cheek.
“And nothing about my answer has changed.”
Lisa threw both arms around his neck.
He lifted her.
Then he turned toward Barbara.
“Lisa is my daughter.”
Barbara shook her head.
“Brandon—”
“She is my daughter.”
His voice was louder now.
“In every way that matters.”
Barbara opened her mouth.
He didn’t let her speak.
“And if Emily and I have more children someday, Lisa does not become less my daughter just because another child shares my DNA.”
I stepped beside him.
