Orion POV
We eat dinner peacefully and I watch Bailey relax.
Seeing the tension slowly leave her shoulders as my parents treat her with nothing but warmth and acceptance,it's everything I hoped for when I suggested coming here tonight.
My mom's pot roast is as always…perfect. The meat falls apart at the touch of a fork, and the vegetables are roasted to perfection. But more than the food, it's the atmosphere that matters.
It's the easy conversation, the laughter, the way my parents make Bailey feel like she belongs that warms my heart.
"This is delicious, Diana," Bailey says, taking another bite. "You'll have to teach me how to make this sometime."
Typical Bailey, ever so eager to try new recipes.
"Oh, I'd love that!" Mom beams. "Though I have a feeling your baking skills far excee
