“Emily,” Dawn said signaling toward Monica, who simply smiled her understanding.
“I do still miss her sometimes,” Stormy said.
“Really?” Emily asked.
“Of course, sometimes when I look at one of you. I see your mom in both of you. And sometimes it’s just a flash of memory.”
“But you love Monica now.”
“That’s true – more than anything except the two of you.” He gave Monica a wink. “You see Em, it’s perfectly okay to be in love, like I am with Monica, and still love someone that’s no longer with us, like your mom.”
Emily thought about this for a moment. “So that means that even though I still love my real mom, it’s okay to love Monica and call her Mom.” Emily looked around her crowded cabin, “Why’s everybody crying?”
Monica gave her a squeeze, “Because we love you, sweetie.”
Stormy wiped his eyes, “Okay, no more stories, it’s slumber time for all little girls and their never-ending questions.” Stormy gave Emily a goodnight tickle and a kiss.
Eight-year-old Emily is dealing with the loss of her mother and the love she is developing for her new parents; Stormy McGuire and his fiance Monica.