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“I am going to marry you. So, do whatever you need to do to wrap your head around that, but I’m not leaving here without you.”

Forget arguing. I’m scared. I’ve lost her. It’s so evident in her eyes.

Forget arguing. I’m scared. I’ve lost her. It’s so evident in her eyes.

I was wrong. She should have stayed in the dress. Here, in her natural beauty, when she is most gorgeous, she’s more of a distraction.

Fuck me over. When I fuck up, I really fuck up.

Sam needed me, and I left her. I made mistakes and hid behind my own insecurities as a parent. I thought, look at me, I’m such a great parent, I even let the woman who gives me breath go.

Samantha, my stewardess asks. It had to be Samantha working this flight. Karma is fucking brutal.

What is best for them is for Walt to be with the love of his life, so that he can be the best man for those girls.”

Because I’m about to send away the love of my life.

Each life can be measured by its milestones. Tonight, was a milestone in our relationship.

I can’t lie. I’m a fan. It feels hella good to be loved.

She skims her fingers over my skin in the way she traces the binding on her favorite novel before inhaling its scent. Reading every inch of me like I am a book that she reads over and over.

You’ve sacrificed a lot of your time the last few months to get the girls to a place where they feel safe and empowered to be themselves. I couldn’t have done this without my boys, but there’s no way I could have done it without you women too.”

“How does a little girl who has seen more horror at the age of five than anyone should have to bounce with glee because she got a name of someone she thinks needs happiness?”

I’m not Superman or the world’s best man, and that’s okay, but I am the best man for her.

“You belong to me. And I belong to you.”

“You belong to me. And I belong to you.”

“Sam. I’m so in… with you,” I say. “You take the days for you. For me. You’re it.” There. I don’t know how else to say it without saying it.

“Sam.” I release a breath. “I’m seconds away from saying those words, but I fear it would freak you out more. I don’t need to walk this back.” “All the more reason to take a couple of days.” She leans forward and kisses me tenderly. My heart and my mind are chanting over and over, “I love you”.

I’m learning how important the people you surround your children with are. It really does take a village.

I can’t help but think about that kiss. If it had just been two inches to the left…

She points as she counts each person just now realizing she gave one more kiss than usual. Mine. She blushes. And, fuck me, is it a sexy blush. I laugh, attempting to make it less awkward for her.

Sam laughs, shushing me. Like you might do to a friend. Or worse, a brother. My head falls back in frustration before Finn squeezes my shoulder in solidarity.

So. You can blame Finn. Go ahead. I won’t tell anyone the truth. That you love another more than yourself and that is why we chose you.

“Son. The only thing you have to do is love. Love them more than yourself. The rest will fall into place. You’ll make mistakes, then you’ll correct them, and then you’ll make more.”

Something calls at me, something powerful, and I head back to my room. I place my watch on the top of the dresser in my closet, and I notice Everett’s letter.

“Zinnie. This is the last thing I’m going to say, then we’re going to eat and dance—the prettiest thing a girl can wear is confidence.”

She leans forward and with the gentlest touch of her lips to my cheek she says, “Thank you Walt.” “For what?” I ask trampling down every ounce of desire inside me trying to burst through to deepen the kiss. “For giving me back my birthday.”