Derek had a daughter, Kayla, from a previous relationship. At the time, Kayla was ten—sweet, quiet, and somewhat distant. Nicole met her on a rainy Saturday afternoon over pizza and board games. The girl barely spoke.
Now, Kayla is 14. And she wants to move in.
Derek was floored. And so was Nicole.
At first, Nicole said nothing. She smiled supportively, nodded, and offered the girl another slice of pepperoni. But inside, her mind was spinning. Their house didn’t have a spare room. Her kids—Emily, 12, and Mason, 9—already shared space tightly. Weekends with Kayla were one thing. Full-time was different.
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