The Resolution
Later, the house was quiet. Lily slept, hand in mine.
Ethan sat beside the bed, tie loose, bruise darkening his cheek.
“Victoria leaves tomorrow,” he said. “If she disrespects you again, she never comes back.”
“Ethan—”
“I have to.”
He knelt beside me.
“Maya, I didn’t hire a nanny that night. I found the missing piece of my soul.”
He took my hand.
“I was dead inside,” he whispered. “You woke me up. Lily asked if we could keep you. But I’m the one asking now. Can I keep you?”
Tears fell.
“I come with baggage,” I said. “And a loud laugh. And I don’t know which fork to use.”
He smiled, forehead resting against mine.
“I don’t care about the forks,” he whispered. “Just stay.”
And as he kissed me there, in the quiet nursery with his daughter safe between us, I knew—
I wasn’t just a waitress anymore.
I was home.
