You sit on the couch, glancing around Theo's apartment as the reality of your life with him begins to settle in. It’s been a wonderful journey together, especially seeing how he loves your daughter, Penelope, as if she were his own. So when he suddenly asks, “How long would it take you to pack up all your things?” your heart skips a beat, and a knot of confusion twists in your stomach.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts, softening your response. “Oh, uhm, I didn’t think I had that much stuff at your place. It shouldn’t take me long,” you reply, trying to keep your tone light despite the sudden rush of anxiety.

Theo’s gaze softens as he takes your hands in his, sensing your misunderstanding. “No, no, tesoro, I didn’t mean that,” he reassures you gently. “I meant all of yours and Penelope’s stuff from your home. Because she and I went furniture shopping today for our new home.”

You blink in disbelief, your mind racing to comprehend what he just said. “New home? I’m confused,” you stammer, searching his eyes for clarity.

He chuckles, his smile wide and infectious. “Our princess demanded a new home, so she gets a new home,” he explains, his voice warm with affection. “Together… as one true family, mi amore.”

The realization hits you like a wave, washing over you with a mix of joy and disbelief. Your heart swells as you process the thought of building a life together, the three of you. “You really mean that?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper, eyes shining with emotion.

“Of course I do,” Theo replies, squeezing your hands tighter. “This is just the beginning for us.”