Chapter 8 - THE FAMILY WE BUILT
A year passed.
Chloe turned nine.
David organized a birthday party.
I expected something extravagant.
Instead, he rented a small farm outside Madison.
There were horses.
Cake.
Games.
No bodyguards visible.
No reporters.
Just family.
Chloe rode a brown horse while David followed beside her.
"You're holding too tightly," he told her.
"I'm not."
"You are."
"I know what I'm doing."
David looked at me.
"She gets that from you."
I smiled.
"Definitely."
That evening, after everyone left, David and I sat on the porch.
"You look happy," he said.
"I am."
"Do you regret telling me?"
I thought about it.
"No."
"Even after everything?"
"Especially after everything."
He took my hand.
"I want to ask you something."
I looked at him.
"What?"
"Will you marry me?"
I laughed.
"We were never married."
"I know."
"Then why are you proposing?"
"Because the first time you chose me, you didn't know what you were choosing."
He squeezed my hand.
"This time, I want you to choose me knowing everything."
My eyes filled.
"You mean legally?"
He smiled.
"Very legally."
I laughed through my tears.
"You're ridiculous."
"Is that a yes?"
I looked toward the house.
Chloe was watching through the window.
She pressed both hands against the glass and gave me two thumbs up.
I laughed.
"Did she know?"
"She helped pick the ring."
I looked at him.
"Traitor."
"Absolutely."
I said yes.
The wedding was small.
No political figures.
No criminal associates.
No headlines.
Just family and friends.
Chloe carried flowers.
David stood at the altar.
When I walked toward him, he looked nervous.
I had never seen David nervous before.
When I reached him, he whispered:
"You came."
I smiled.
"I chose to."
The ceremony lasted twenty minutes.
But the vows mattered.
David promised not to control me.
Not to hide truths from me.
Not to let fear dictate our family.
I promised to trust him.
To communicate.
To build instead of run.
Then Chloe interrupted.
"Can I say something?"
Everyone laughed.
The officiant smiled.
"Of course."
Chloe turned toward David.
"Dad?"
"Yes?"
"I'm glad you didn't die."
David's eyes filled with tears.
"Me too."
"And I'm glad Mom found you."
I looked at her.
She continued:
"Because now I have both."
There wasn't a dry eye in the room.
David pulled her into a hug.
Then reached for me.
The three of us stood together.
Not a perfect family.
But a real one.
That night, David and I sat on the balcony.
"I never thought I'd have this."
"Neither did I."
He kissed my forehead.
"I love you."
I smiled.
"I know."
He laughed.
"You could say it back."
"I love you too."
Below us, Chicago glowed.
The city that had once represented danger now felt like home.
But the hardest part wasn't over.
Because the Carter family still had one unfinished secret.
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A secret connected to David's father.
And the answer would change everything.
