It was the best solution—simple, logical, and undeniably what needed to happen. There was no other way to frame it in my mind. She had to move in with me. Somehow, some way, I needed to make it happen. The very idea of her moving in with her mother was absurd, almost laughable. It wasn’t even a reasonable option in my eyes. She belonged with me.
My penthouse was more than big enough for all of us. The space was vast, luxurious, and undeniably underutilized. There were rooms that I hadn’t set foot in for months. The thought of filling that space with her laughter, Rose’s playful giggles, and the warmth of their presence made the idea even more perfect. I wanted them with me, not just sometimes, not just on the weekends, but every hour of every day.
The idea of waking up each morning and f
