Selene's POV
The long oak table was set once again — just like that first night. Only this time, there was no underlying tension, no guarded glances. Just laughter, the clinking of cutlery, and the soft hum of a family gathering for something more than just food.
I sat beside Antonio, his hand comfortably resting over mine beneath the table. My parents were across from us, sharing a soft chuckle with Devina and Mr. Reyes, while Melinda, Ayra's mom, added stories from their youth, her hands animated as she spoke. Ayra, of course, was enjoying every second of it — teasing both our mothers and occasionally winking at me when Antonio would subtly brush his thumb against mine.
My heart was full. This was the kind of moment I used to dream about during sleepless nights. All the chaos, pain, and healing had led us here — to this room, to this acceptance.
"So," Mr. Reyes began, his voice smooth, but filled with curiosity, "what's next for the two of you?"
Antonio and I glanced at each other, a shared smile playing between us.
"We're not rushing anything," I replied. "But we know where we're headed. And we're walking there together."
My mom nodded, eyes glassy. "That's all a parent wants. Someone who will walk beside their child. Through all of it."
Antonio squeezed my hand and then lifted it gently, pressing a kiss to my knuckles. "She's been walking beside me too. Every damn step."
Devina leaned forward. "I've never seen my son this grounded. This… peaceful."
"And I've never seen my daughter this radiant," Dad added. "You two bring out the best in each other."
Ayra raised her glass. "To growing love and growing families."
We all lifted our glasses.
And in that clink — that soft, ringing unity — I felt it again.
Love. Chosen. Tested. And still here.
Thriving.