Miguel's eyes were wide as dinner plates when Victor told him the news.
"Mom's staying? Forever?" The boy could barely stay in his chair, bouncing with excitement.
Victor's heart felt too big for his chest. "If that's okay with you."
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Miguel punched the air with each word, then froze suddenly. "Does this mean you and Mom are getting married?"
"It does." Victor ruffled his son's hair. "How do you feel about that?"
Instead of answering, Miguel bolted from the room, returning moments later with a crumpled piece of paper. He smoothed it out carefully before handing it to Victor.
It was a drawing, clearly made weeks ago. Three stick figures stood hand in hand in front of a house: a tall one labeled "Dad," a smaller one labeled "Me," and a medium one labeled "Mom."
"I drew
