A few years ago, I was in another place like this and I met Whitney. She's the daughter of Isabel and Jesse, who is like your Noah. She showed up pregnant and by the end of her pregnancy, I decided she was my best friend and that I would do anything for her/that baby. She was my kid the second she was placed in my arms.
Her second mom came into the picture the day she was born and here's where my hate comes in. This girl got to be in the delivery room after only knowing Whitney for a few hours. I resented her and that whole situation for longer than I'd like to admit even though Karoline's wasn't to blame at all. I just wasn't who Whitney wanted in that room with her and I couldn't accept it.
But like I said, I'm cool with all of it now. Just took me a while. Obviously the two of them got together after that. They're even engaged now. I'm going to be Whitney's best person and I couldn't be more thrilled for them. It's a crazy situation but I don't mind it at all. I am very happy having my toddler call me daddy and her future teenage counter part call me dad.