Diane's POV
As I watched this scene unfold, I felt Noah's hand on my shoulder. I turned to see him pulling out the wedding invitation we'd brought with us. He handed it to me with a small nod.
"Liam," I said, taking the elegant card from Noah. "There's something we wanted to tell you."
Liam looked up from the children, his eyes still red from crying.
"We're getting married," I said, holding out the invitation. "Next month."
He took the card with one hand while still holding Danielle, studying the elegant script. For a moment, his expression was unreadable. Then he looked up at Noah.
"I'm happy for you," he said, and I could hear the sincerity in his voice. "I really am. You'll be good to her, better than I ever was."
"I intend to be," Noah replied simply.
"Good," Liam said, then looked at me. "You deserve to be happy, Diane. You deserve someone who will love you the way you should be loved."
