“I don’t want you and the girls to ever feel like this again. No one should be scared of losing their home overnight.”
His words hung in the air.
“I want to help you find something permanent,” he continued.
“Will you marry me?”
I was stunned. “Jack… I don’t know what to say. Yes!”
A month later, we moved into a beautiful little house Jack found for us.
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Lily had her own room. Emma painted hers pink. Sophie ran to hers, holding Mr.
Floppy like a shield.
As I tucked Sophie in that night, she whispered, “Mama, I love our new home.”
“So do I, baby,” I said, kissing her forehead.
Jack stayed for dinner that night, helping me set the table. As the girls chattered, I looked at him and knew: he wasn’t just our hero. He was family.
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