Monica leaned down and kissed her daughter on the forehead, turned to me, and gently kissed me. Her eyes showed everything I needed to know. We spent the rest of the night cuddling on the couch.

After Monica settled Camila into her bed, she returned and sat beside me. We talked about our marriage and the future. With her history, she didn't want any paper trail meaning it wouldn't be an official marriage per se. I readily agreed, knowing her sense of security was more important than official documents. She told me she had already talked to Mom, and Mom understood and agreed with our arrangement.

Mom said she'd officiate...