He fought CPS, completed background checks, parenting classes, court hearings. Two months later, he walked out with emergency custody. And for three years, rain or shine, snow or heat, he drove two hours every week so I could see Destiny. He raised her, taught her, sent letters, pictures, updates—every moment I couldn’t be there.
When Thomas had a heart attack, I feared losing her. But he recovered and made arrangements to secure my custody when I got out—trust funds, legal papers, even his motorcycle club ready to step in if needed.
I got out six months ago. The first thing I did? Ran into his arms—and Destiny’s. She was four, and the moment I held her, the world stopped.
Now, she calls him “Papa Thomas,” and I spend every day trying to be the father he knew I could be—the man worthy of the sacrifice he made for our little family. Family isn’t just blood. It’s who shows up. Thomas chose us. And I’ll spend my life honoring that choice.
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