Making my daughter happy

I lost my wife to a drunk driver. She was on her way to pick up our daughter from daycare. Almost two years later, my daughter kept talking about her teacher. Then I had a parent-teacher meeting with her teacher. Her teacher was fairly good-looking and single, about a year younger than me. My greatest wish was to make my daughter happy; before she was happy, and after school, her happiness faded. I realized it was her teacher making her happy, so I asked the teacher out on a date; at first, she refused. But I didn't give in with one rejection or four. She agreed on my fifth request; at first, I think she just wanted me to stop asking her out. But we had a great time, enough for her to agree to a second date with my daughter joining us. A few more dates and we became lovers, and then we married. Now, three years later, I have two children: my daughter and another daughter with my new wife. Who is again pregnant, a boy this time, according to the doctor. My daughter is happy all the time now, so am I.