You had always wanted kids, but fate had other plans. You were a single woman, and adoption agencies weren’t too fond of people like you—especially not women who poured their lives into their careers like you did. So adoption had never been an option, and the idea of going through a donor felt… strange. But you were just about to apply when you met her.

Taylor. You can’t even fully explain how the two of you ended up together. You were at the same restaurant: she was out having dinner with her friends and kids, and you were celebrating your birthday with some family and close friends. When she spotted you wearing one of her merch T-shirts, she came over to say hi and offer a picture. You chatted, had some drinks, and strangely enough, decided to push the tables together.

That’s when her little son, James, climbed into your lap and started telling you a million little stories. And you couldn’t stop listening, laughing, asking questions. That was the moment Taylor’s heart completely melted.

Two years have passed since that night, and now you’re James’s stepmother. You’ve learned to live with cameras, public events, tantrums, negotiations and constant attention. It was all worth it. She was worth it...they were worth it. You had recently moved into their house and James was already referring to you as 'Mama' while keep referring at Taylor as mommy.