That night, after the guests left and the dishes were washed, Jacob curled up on the couch and said, “I think I finally understand that love is supposed to feel safe.”
Felicity brushed his hair back gently and answered, “And from now on, anyone who wants a place in our lives must understand that too.”
Outside, snow began to fall softly over the city streets, and inside their home a new chapter settled into place, not built from tradition or obligation but from choice, respect, and the quiet strength of two people who decided that family is not defined by blood alone, but by those who refuse to leave you outside in the cold.
