Page 130 of You Saw the Best In Me

Seventeen, for how old she was when she met Asher, and twenty-four, for how old she was when she met me.

It was completely impulsive. Reilly took her to the woman who does her tattoos, and I instantly fell in love with it.

It suits her and her journey perfectly.

I couldn’t be more proud of her for everything she’s survived and how hard she’s fought to regain control of her life.

After dinner, I have a surprise for Harper and Karina. I’m taking them to the house I bought for us and officially asking Karina to move in with us.

I drove by it on my way home from work a few weeks ago, and I knew it was perfect. It’s been the hardest secret to keep, but I can’t wait to show them both.

I lined the entire living room with flowers, which can be seen as soon as the front door opens.

In the room that will be Harper’s, there are two vases of flowers on the floor, along with the legal documents that prove she’s legally considered my child now.

Of course, I’d never treat her that way, but I’ve ensured nobody can break the three of us apart.

In the master bedroom, the rose petals spell out, “Will you move in with us.”

I got the keys yesterday and spent an hour setting this surprise up for my girls today.

We’re riding in my truck, and they have no idea where I’m taking them. Karina had two glasses of wine, so she was extra bubbly.

‘Where are we, Maverick?” Harp asks from the backseat, and I put my truck in park.

“Somewhere special,” I smile, and she rolls her eyes.

The yard needs a little TLC, and the house itself needs to be painted, but overall, it’s the place I want to call home with my girls.

“Come on, Karina. Take my hand,” I say, helping her out of the passenger seat.

“You could lead me to hell, Mav, and I’d still take your hand,” she slurs, and I shake my head.

I better make this quick before she gets sleepy.

I lead them both to the front door and pull out the keys. Harper gives me a strange look, while Karina is just happy to be included.

“Welcome home, girls,” I say, pushing the door wide so they can see.

“Oh my god, is this?” Harper asks, unable to find the words.

“This is our new home,” I smile, and Karina’s face lights up.

I give them the whole tour, and Harper squeals with excitement. The kitchen has an island in the middle, perfect for our cooking adventures.

The screen door leads to our fully fenced-in yard, with an area off to the side for a garden.

I led the girls upstairs, taking Harper to her room first.

“Is this real?” she asks, holding the adoption papers.

“Yes, Harp. You’re my kid now, and nobody can take you away from me,” I smile, and she hugs me.

“I’m not calling you dad,” she laughs.

“God, please don’t,” I say, hugging her again.

We pass by the spare bedroom, which can be used as storage until we need a crib in there. One step at a time, though.