Chapter 9
Liam started volunteering at the foundation every weekend.
We’d spend time together between his shifts, talking, catching up.
He told me about his life, about medical school, about his work at the hospital.
I told him about Veridian, about Lila, about everything I’d been through with the Morrisons.
He listened, never judging, never pitying me.
He just held my hand and told me how strong I was.
He met Lila a few weeks later.
I was nervous at first, scared he’d see her as a burden, or as a reminder of Brendan.
But the second he held her, his face lit up.
He talked to her in soft, silly voices, made her laugh, changed her diapers without complaining.
He loved her like she was his own.
Slowly, we started dating.
It was nothing like my relationship with Brendan.
Liam was kind, patient, honest.
He asked me about my day, he remembered the little things, he supported my work at Veridian and at the foundation.
He never made me feel small.
He never made me hide who I was.
He loved me for me—for my strength, my flaws, my dreams.
And he loved Lila like she was his daughter.
For the first time in my life, I felt safe.
I felt loved.
I felt like I finally had the family I’d always wanted.
Six months later, Liam moved in with us.
Lila called him “Dada” before he even moved in, and it made my heart ache in the best way.
We’d spend evenings together, cooking dinner, playing with Lila, watching movies.
Simple, quiet moments.
The kind of moments I’d always dreamed of, but never thought I’d have.
One night, after Lila was asleep, we were sitting on the balcony, watching the stars.
Liam took my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles.
“Cassidy,” he said, his voice soft. “I love you. And I love Lila. I want to spend the rest of my life with you both. Will you marry me?”
He pulled out a small ring, simple and beautiful, nothing like the fancy, over-the-top ring Brendan had given me.
Tears filled my eyes.
I nodded, unable to speak.
He slipped the ring on my finger, and kissed me, soft and sweet.
For so long, I’d thought love was about pain, about sacrifice, about shrinking yourself to make someone else happy.
But Liam showed me love was about safety, about respect, about growing together.
He showed me I deserved to be loved, fully and completely, just as I was.
We got married a few months later, in a small ceremony with our closest friends and family.
Lila was the flower girl, toddling down the aisle in a tiny white dress, grinning at everyone.
Arthur walked me down the aisle, his eyes full of pride.
It was perfect.
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No drama, no cruelty, no lies.
Just love.
