“But that doesn't mean I don't Love her. I've been thinking a Lot about love lately, not least because it's clear that I have such strong feelings for more than one young woman. But one thing I know with absolute certainty is that I love your daughter." I squeezed Zofi tighter in my arms. "This beautiful creature... this beautiful soul... shared an incredibly important piece of herself with me. The very first time we ever made love, as I held her in my arms she trusted me to be the very first person she ever came out to. And when she asked me to father her children someday, the thought of her returning to me and assuming such a permanent role in my Life was more than I could have ever hoped for."

I turned and looked over at Zofi's dad for a moment, explaining somewhat regretfully, “But while Zofi would make a loving, selfless companion, she could never give me the all-consuming love that I believe we both deserve. She Loves women. That's deep in her heart. So the answer is no, I wouldn't marry her. I wouldn't claim her as my own.

She deserves better than me, and frankly, I deserve better than her.

Not because either of us is unworthy, and certainly not for lack of love. But we both deserve a partner who loves us fully. I owe it to her, I owe it to myself, and I owe it to our unborn children to help her build the happiest, most loving family she's capable of. And for that... she needs another woman."

"This is Lesbian! This is sin!"

“This is who she is!" I insisted. "This is your daughter!"

“She is NOT my daughter anymore!"

"Zuzanna..." her husband tried to say calmly.

“MATKA!" Zofi exclaimed before breaking into sobs again, adding much more quietly. "Mama..."

"GET! OUT!" Her mom's voice was much Louder now.

“Please be reasonable," I began.

“GET! OOOOUUUUTTTT!!!"

After closing my eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath, I nodded my acquiescence and helped Zofi stand up. She sobbed and clutched me close. Zofi's dad stood with me, and Zofi's mom barked something in rapid Polish. But he snapped something back and walked with us to the front door.

“I will talk with her," he promised in the hallway.

"Thank you," I replied with a nod.

“Please believe... the problem is not you, Zofi. She loves you. The problem is deep inside her... My, oh, my..." He paused to rub his forehead and sighed. "I have let it stay bottled up inside for too long."

Zofi wasn't listening. She just kept crying and clutching me.

But Zofi's dad reached out and stopped our forward progress for a moment by taking her arm. When she turned her head and looked at him with bleary eyes, he bent forward and kissed her forehead. And finally he stated seriously, “I will make this right."

Zofi started crying again and didn't verbally respond. But she reached out with her hand and squeezed his forearm.

He turned his attention to me, ordering, “Take care of her."

“Of course. I promise."

He gave me a short, appreciative nod. And then he turned and walked away.

It was a late Saturday afternoon and my family room was once again filled with girls. But sex was the absolute LAST thing on our minds, the entire BTC instead focused on rallying around one of their own.

Sam was supposed to spend the weekend at her parents’ house, but had been waiting at my place for us to return. I also called Naimh, who of course would want to know what had happened after I got dressed and left her to head over to Zofi's house. She said she'd call Alice and

Holly, and I called Belle who called Mari, and within thirty minutes all seven girls had assembled at my place.