And then the light of my fucking life slips effortlessly beside me. Luna wears a baggy sweatshirt over her nightgown, and immediately, I wrap my arms around her body and draw her back against my chest. She smiles up at me. This is the new part. I’ve never had a girlfriend. I’ve never looked up and seen so much family. So much unconditional love. On Christmas morning. My eyes burn again, but with a feeling that’s easy to welcome. I want this. I want this to last. I hope, and hope, and hope.
