My Daughter Brought a Heavily Tattooed Biker to Our Family Dinner and Introduced Him as Her Fiancé – My Husband Went Pale the Moment the Man Removed His Jacket

I looked at him.

“And they’re the ones who have to decide whether three months is enough.”

“I’m her father.”

“And I’m her mother.”

I shook my head.

“Neither title makes the marriage ours.”

Alice watched me carefully.

“Ask the difficult questions,” I told her. “See each other tired. Angry. Disappointed. Find out how you handle money.  Family. Silence. Bad days. Find out what remains when everything stops being new.”

She nodded.

“But after that?”

“Choose.”

Patrick didn’t look convinced.

But perhaps, after everything we’d just learned about his own past, he understood why I wasn’t going to make Alice’s choice for her.

Then I turned toward him.

“You were allowed to have a past.”

His face tightened.

“Jess.”

“You were allowed to love Lana.”