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Chapter 8 - The Legal Bond

With the past finally cleared away, Greg wanted to make sure that no one—not Janet, not any distant relative, and certainly no future doubt—could ever question June’s place in our family.

On a bright morning in November, our family of five walked into the county courthouse.

Greg was dressed in his finest suit. I wore a simple cream dress. Amber, Mason, and June were dressed up, holding hands as we walked down the polished marble corridors.

We entered the chamber of Judge Patricia Thorne.

"Mr. and Mrs. Vance," Judge Thorne said, looking over the legal petition on her desk. "We are here today for the formal Second-Parent Legal Adoption and Name Confirmation for June Vance."

June sat in the middle of the large leather chair between Amber and Mason. Her small feet dangled above the floor, but her smile was wide and bright.

"Greg," the judge asked, looking over her glasses. "You are petitioning this court to grant full, absolute, and unrevable legal parental rights over June, designating her as your lawful daughter with equal inheritance, custody, and familial rights alongside Amber and Mason. Is that correct?"

"Yes, Your Honor," Greg said, his voice ringing clear and strong through the courtroom.

"And why do you wish to take this step today?" Judge Thorne asked softly.

Greg turned to look at June.

"Because Your Honor," Greg said, his eyes filled with warmth, "a father doesn't just share blood. A father protects. A father chooses. Seven years ago, when Sarah came into my life with this beautiful little girl, June chose me as her dad. Today, I’m just making legal what has been true in my heart since the very first second."

Judge Thorne smiled warmly. She brought her heavy wooden gavel down onto the block with a satisfying THUD.

"Petition granted," Judge Thorne declared. "June Vance is legally, formally, and forever recognized as the daughter of Gregory Vance."

Amber and Mason let out a loud cheer! Mason grabbed June and lifted her up into a huge hug, while Amber placed a small plastic tiara on June’s head.

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"You're officially stuck with us forever now, squirt," Mason laughed, tickling June’s ribs.

"I like being stuck!" June giggled, hugging her brother tight.

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