Updated Oct 23, 2025 • ~10 min read
SEB’S POV
The mediation office was nothing like a courtroom.
Soft lighting. Comfortable chairs. A table with water and tissues. It was designed to feel safe, neutral. But my stomach was still in knots.
“This is just a formality,” Natalia reminded us in the hallway. “Jasper’s already agreed to relinquish his rights. We’re just making it official with the mediator present.”
“Then why does it feel like something’s wrong?” Lina asked.
“Because you’ve been through hell getting here. Your body is waiting for the other shoe to drop.” Natalia squeezed her shoulder. “But there’s no other shoe. This is the happy ending.”
The mediator, Sienna Woods—the same woman who’d done our home study—greeted us warmly.
“Mr. and Mrs. Santoro. Mr. Bennett. Thank you all for coming.” She gestured to the table. “Please, sit. This should be straightforward.”
Jasper was already there, looking nervous. He nodded at us but didn’t speak.
“We’re here to finalize the voluntary relinquishment of parental rights,” Sienna began. “Mr. Bennett, you’ve had time to consider this decision. Are you certain this is what you want?”
“I am,” Jasper said firmly.
“You understand that once the papers are signed and filed, you will have no legal claim to the child? No custody rights, no visitation rights unless agreed upon by the adoptive parents?”
“I understand.”
“And Mr. Santoro, you’re prepared to adopt? To take on full legal and financial responsibility for this child?”
“More than prepared,” I said. “She’s already my daughter in every way that matters. This just makes it official.”
Sienna made notes. “I need to ask some difficult questions. For the record. Mr. Bennett, why are you choosing to relinquish your rights?”
Jasper took a breath. “Because I’m not her father. Not really. Sebastian is. He’s the one who’s been there from the beginning. Who’s going to be there for everything. I contributed DNA, but that doesn’t make me a dad.”
“Some would argue biology is precisely what makes someone a parent.”
“Maybe. But I think showing up makes you a parent. And Sebastian’s the one showing up.”
“Mrs. Santoro, how do you feel about this arrangement?”
I felt Lina tense beside me.
“I think it’s the right decision,” she said carefully. “For Celeste. For all of us. Jasper will still be in her life, just not legally. And Sebastian…” Her voice softened. “Sebastian is her father. He has been since the day I told him I was pregnant.”
“Even though Mr. Bennett is the biological father?”
“Especially because of that. Because Seb chose us. He didn’t have to stay. He didn’t have to love Celeste like his own. But he does.”
Sienna turned to me. “Mr. Santoro, I need to ask about your immigration status. You were granted your green card recently, correct?”
Warning bells went off in my head. “Yes. Three months ago.”
“And your marriage to Mrs. Santoro—it began as an arrangement for immigration purposes?”
The room went silent.
Lina’s hand found mine under the table.
“That’s how it started,” I admitted. “But that’s not what it is now. We fell in love. Built a real marriage. A real family.”
“I see.” Sienna made more notes. “I ask because the court needs to ensure this adoption isn’t part of a larger pattern of deception. That you’re not adopting this child to strengthen a fraudulent immigration claim.”
“My immigration status is secure. This adoption has nothing to do with that.”
“Then why pursue it? If you’re already functioning as her father, why do you need the legal recognition?”
The question caught me off guard.
“Because…” I looked at Lina, then at Jasper. “Because I want Celeste to know she’s mine. Fully. Completely. I want her to have my name, my protection, my everything. I want her to grow up never questioning whether I’m really her father.”
“Even if it means Mr. Bennett loses all legal connection to her?”
“That’s my choice,” Jasper interjected. “Not his.”
“But it affects the child. And the child’s interests are what matter here.” Sienna leaned back. “I’m going to be honest with all of you. This situation is complicated. A voluntary relinquishment, an adoption by a non-biological parent, a marriage that started as fraud—even if it’s real now. The court is going to scrutinize this carefully.”
My heart sank. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying this might not be as straightforward as we hoped.”
LINA’S POV
After the mediation, we sat in the car in silence.
“That went badly,” I finally said.
“Sienna’s just being thorough.”
“Seb, she basically said the court might not approve the adoption.”
“She said they’d scrutinize it. That’s different.”
“Is it?” I turned to him. “What if they think we’re still running some kind of scam? What if they deny the adoption?”
“Then we deal with it. We keep trying.”
“For how long? Months? Years? What if Jasper changes his mind while we’re waiting?”
“He won’t.”
“You don’t know that. People change their minds all the time. Especially when courts are involved and things get complicated and—” My voice broke. “What if we lose her?”
“We’re not going to lose her. Lina, she’s in the NICU right now, getting stronger every day. In two weeks she’s coming home with us. She’s already ours.”
“But not legally. Not if the adoption doesn’t go through.”
Seb pulled me into his arms as much as the car allowed. “Then we’ll be her parents without the paperwork. We’ll figure it out. Like we always do.”
“I’m tired of figuring things out. I want something to just be easy.”
“I know. Me too.”
My phone buzzed. The hospital.
I answered immediately. “Hello?”
“Mrs. Santoro? This is Nurse Penelope from the NICU. Nothing’s wrong,” she added quickly, “but we’d like you to come in. Celeste is ready to try nursing.”
“She is?”
“She’s strong enough now. We want to try while you’re here.”
I looked at Seb. “They want me to try nursing her.”
His face lit up. “That’s huge. That’s—that’s amazing.”
We drove to the hospital in record time.
SEB’S POV
Watching Lina nurse Celeste for the first time destroyed me.
In the best way possible.
They’d set up a privacy screen, given Lina instructions, helped position Celeste at her breast. And then—
Celeste latched. Tiny mouth working, eyes closed in concentration.
“She’s doing it,” Lina whispered, tears streaming down her face. “She’s actually doing it.”
“She’s perfect,” I said, my voice thick. “You’re both perfect.”
The nurse smiled. “This is a great sign. She’s strong enough to feed on her own. Means she’s close to coming home.”
After twenty minutes, Celeste fell asleep at Lina’s breast, milk-drunk and content.
“I can’t believe she’s the same baby we saw five weeks ago,” Lina said softly. “She was so tiny. So fragile.”
“She’s a fighter. Like her mother.”
“Like both her parents.” She looked up at me. “Seb, whatever happens with the adoption, you know you’re her father, right? Paperwork or not.”
“I know. But I want the paperwork. I want it official.”
“Why? What difference does it make if we know the truth?”
I thought about Sienna’s question. Why did I need legal recognition if I was already functioning as Celeste’s father?
“Because I want her protected,” I said finally. “If something happens to you, I want legal custody automatically. I don’t want anyone questioning whether I have the right to make medical decisions or school decisions or any decisions. I want her last name to be Santoro. I want her to be mine on paper, not just in our hearts.”
“You’re scared,” Lina realized.
“Terrified. What if the court decides I’m not really her father? What if Jasper changes his mind? What if—”
“Stop.” She shifted Celeste to her other arm. “We can’t live in what-ifs. We have to trust that the truth will win. That love will win.”
“And if it doesn’t?”
“Then we fight. Like we always do.” She touched my face with her free hand. “But Seb, you need to believe this is going to work. Because your fear is making you doubt everything.”
She was right. I’d been so focused on worst-case scenarios that I’d forgotten to trust what we’d built.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“Don’t be sorry. Just believe. In us. In our family.”
LINA’S POV
That night, back home, I found Seb in Celeste’s nursery.
He was sitting in the rocking chair, staring at the empty crib.
“She’ll be here soon,” I said softly.
“Two more weeks.”
“Unless she surprises us and gets stronger faster.”
“I’ve been thinking about what Sienna said. About the adoption being complicated.”
“Seb—”
“What if we’re making this harder than it needs to be? What if we should just let Jasper remain the legal father and I stay as stepfather?”
“You don’t mean that.”
“Don’t I?” He looked at me. “I want to protect Celeste. If fighting for this adoption puts her at risk—if the court decides we’re unstable or fraudulent—maybe it’s better to not rock the boat.”
“Or maybe you’re scared. And looking for reasons to give up before someone can take this away from you.”
Direct hit. I saw it in his face.
“I can’t lose her, Lina. Or you. If pushing for this adoption means the court digs into our marriage again, investigates our history, decides we’re unfit—”
“We’re not unfit. We’re human. We made unconventional choices that led to real love and a real family.” I crossed to him, kneeling in front of the rocking chair. “Seb, if you want to back out of the adoption, I’ll support you. But don’t do it out of fear. Do it because it’s truly what’s best for Celeste.”
“I don’t know what’s best anymore.”
“Yes, you do. You’ve always known.” I took his hands. “You want to be her legal father because you love her. Because you want to protect her. Because the idea of anyone questioning your right to be her dad makes you want to fight. That’s the answer. That’s what’s best.”
“What if we lose?”
“Then we lose with our heads held high, knowing we tried. But what if we win? What if in a few months, you’re officially Celeste’s father and we’re officially a family with no asterisks?”
He pulled me up into his lap, holding me tight.
“When did you get so wise?” he asked.
“I’ve always been wise. You’ve just been too stubborn to notice.”
“I’m going to do it. The adoption. No matter what the court says or how long it takes.”
“Good. Because I already signed the papers.”
“You’re very presumptuous.”
“I’m very married to you. Same thing.”
We sat in the rocking chair together, in the nursery we’d made for our daughter, and for the first time since the mediation, I felt hopeful.
This was going to work.
It had to.
Because the alternative was unthinkable.
And I’d learned a long time ago that when the alternative is unthinkable, you fight like hell to make sure it never happens.
We’d fought for our marriage.
We’d fought for our daughter’s life.
Now we’d fight for our family.
Together.
Like always.
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