“Are you Mr. Adrian? I’m Lily. Mommy said to tell you she’s parking and please don’t leave.”
Amused, Adrian invited her to sit. She studied him seriously. “Are you going to marry my mommy?” Before he could answer, a woman rushed in — radiant, breathless, and clearly Lily’s mother. “I’m Isabel. I’m so sorry — she’s… independent.” When Isabel admitted she hadn’t told him she had a daughter, she braced for rejection. But Adrian smiled. “Anyone who sees your child as a burden hasn’t learned what love really is.”
Dinner flowed with laughter. Weeks turned into months, and Adrian learned bedtime stories, doll lessons, and the meaning of family. A year later, he knelt beside Lily at the same café. “I’m asking your mommy to marry me — and to be your family too.” “Only if you learn Mommy’s pancake recipe,” she said solemnly.
At the wedding, Isabel toasted through tears: “The right love never asks you to hide your reality — it says, that’s exactly what I was looking for.” Love, Adrian realized, sometimes arrives late — wearing pink ribbons and carrying destiny.
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