My step daughter was five when I married her father. She was cute but lived with her mother more than 1200 kilometers away from us, so not really a part of our lives. My husbands access to her was limited to the odd business trip to the area. That is, until her mother decided to move closer to us shortly after we got married. All of a sudden, from limited minimal contact to every second weekend and every other holiday for two to three weeks at a time. At first it didn't bother me at all. In fact, when I first saw my husband and his daughter together, I was really touched by it.