I no longer thought of myself as nothing but a dumb jock. I’d discovered how capable I actually was—how I could be counted on when it mattered—and that I didn’t need to prove my worth to anyone. I’m good enough, just the way I am. I now understood I deserved the love of my birth family and my officially adopted daughter. And that I was worthy of the unwavering attention and undying devotion of one slightly possessive Godzilla. Good thing, because the obsession is mutual.
