nothing.
His answer had to be his.
“No.”
Mia frowned.
“You married Mommy.”
“I did.”
“So?”
“You already have a dad.”
She thought about David.
Then:
“You’re my other dad?”
Alessandro smiled.
“If you want me to be.”
“Okay.”
Then she ate cake.
Children sometimes solve family titles faster than lawyers.
Years later, when adoption came up, it was Mia who asked.
She was nine.
David remained her biological father and part of her life.
He did not relinquish that.
Nor should he.
So there was no adoption.
Instead, Alessandro became her legal guardian backup through estate planning and family court documents designed with everyone’s consent.
David signed.
No drama.
No ownership.
A child with three adults who loved her in different ways.
That was enough.
More than enough.
The old penthouse laundry room changed too.
The hidden corner disappeared when the building renovated the service level.
Before construction, Alessandro
