Dustin fit in well with the family, and he and Angela married. Grandpa performed the ceremony. Joy was the bride’s maid, and Winston the best man. They celebrated after, sitting outside, taking in nature. Everyone, except the highly pregnant Angela, got more than tipsy.
Grandpa stood and spoke. “I’m happy. This family has developed and grown well. I’m glad the Porters joined Travis and I. And, Dustin, you’re a good soul. I’m glad you lived and joined our family. God bless all of us, for better or worse, sickness and health. Amen.”
Dustin stood and hugged Grandpa. “Thank you. I appreciate it. You’re all so good and nice, and I’m grateful you’ve taken me in. I’m blessed that Travis and Winston found me on the road that day.” He chuckled. “Seems so long ago. I probably wouldn’t have lasted another day alone.” He faced Angela. “I know Travis is the biological father, but would it be okay if I was his daddy?”
She smiled. “Why do you think it’s a boy?”