Tom emerged from the bedroom, hair messy from sleep, wearing the hoodie he’d left here last week.
“Babe, who’s at the door?” he asked, then stopped when he saw our guests.
Stella and Richard went completely still.
I stood up, walked over to Tom, and took his hand.
“These are Ben’s parents,” I said calmly. “They came to ask me to marry their son.”
Tom’s eyebrows shot up.
I turned to face Stella and Richard.
“This is Tom,” I announced. “We’ve been together for three months. He loves me exactly as I am. His parents love me too.”
I paused.
“They welcomed me into their family without conditions or cruel comments or threats.”
