The Fight
The process took months—interviews, checks, paperwork.
But I never doubted it.
Because to me, she wasn’t temporary.
She was already mine.
Seven months later—
It was official.
The Ending
Ivy came home.
For good.
Now, she fills my house with laughter, messy drawings, and Sunday pancakes.
She calls me “Mom.”
And every time she does—
It means everything.
Chloe had her baby.
But her life didn’t turn out the way she expected.
The last time I saw her, she stood outside my house, holding her son.
“Is she happy?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said.
She nodded—and left.
What I Learned
Some people think love is something tied to blood.
Something you can replace.
I don’t.
Love is a promise.
And once you make it—
You don’t walk away.
Ivy was never temporary.
She was always meant to be my forever.
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