First we sat down in the living room. Matt, he loved photography. He liked the idea of being able to capture a moment forever, maybe because all he'd ever known of his father was photos, the moments of his life captured on paper. He made us all take tons of pictures, and I was promised an email of them to hang and put out at home. The night was going well. Next I took out the photo albums for Luke to see. I showed him me when I was pregnant. And I showed him pictures of Maia, just minutes old. We went through every picture from those first minutes to her seventh birthday party and when Spencer joined the family. I had also brought videos, things like her first step and when she was a baby and still couldn't say 'mama', but had 'dada' down. Finally we went to diner around seven; Just me, Luke and Maia. I felt kind of like a third wheel at diner. They were getting along and talking up a storm. Maia told him al about school, friends, home and of course her puppy Spencer. Then they talked for what seemed like hours about books. Maia was a reader and was so thrilled that her dad was a writer. I sat and ate my meal, not believing what was happening in front of me. A part of me thought this day would never come, that they would never meet and if they did, he wouldn't really connect with her because he was mad at me. My fears were all for nothing, they were like two peas in a pod. After diner, it was too late for Maia to go play ball with him, but he agreed to take her the next morning, just him and her. She was so excited. When we got back to Karen's, Maia went of to play with Matt while Luke and I finally talked.

"She's incredible Brooke. You did a really good job."
"Thanks…Listen, Luke I am so sorry that I didn't tell you about her until now. You deserved better, she deserved better. She deserved to have a dad who could have shown her how to play basketball like she's always wanted. I just want you to know how sorry I am that I took that away from her, and from you."
"Brooke, I'm not going to say that it's okay, because I wish that I could have been there for all these years, but I really like her. I actually can't wait until tomorrow, a day for just me and my daughter. I am going to want some type of custody agreement or something, something that says I get to see her."
"Yeah Luke, we can work something out. It would be better if we didn't live like 1000 miles apart. Maybe I'll move me and Maia down here."
"Brooke, don't bother. I actually got a job in New Haven. So for at least a year, I'll be there. I can see Maia any time I want to!"

"Luke are you sure you want to move up north, I mean I can move down here if its better. I'll just sell the store and come down here."

"Brooke, don't sell your store. Wait, store? You opened up your own store? I can't believe it! What's it called?"

"Actually, I named it after my hero,-"

"You named it Lucas?"

"No stupid, I named it Maia. It's called Maia Scott."
"Wow, cool. So her last name is Scott?"

"She deserved it and so did you."

At that moment he leaned in closer to me and I felt like we might kiss. I couldn't believe that he wasn't still fuming. I did say though that Maia can make all the bad feelings go away.

"Good night Brooke." He said when he realized that he was leaning in. "I'll send Maia out. I'll pick her up at nine am okay?"
I cleared my throat. "Umm, yeah. And Luke, thank you so much for this. You have no idea what it means to her."

"It means a lot to me too Brooke. Good night."

"Night"