STEPHEN
When I woke up, the first thing I saw was Sam, standing in his pajamas. “Hi, Good Morning,” I said.
He just nodded, “What are you doing in Mommy’s bed?” He asked.
I looked around, I didn’t see Idris anywhere, “Where is Idris?” I asked.
She shook his head, “I asked you a question first, so answer it,” I can see a little Jack there, could he be Jack’s and Idris’s son. And he lied about it like he lied there aren’t twins?
“Idris let me sleep in her bedroom,” I answered him, knowing he would not answer any question I asked if I didn’t give him an answer.
He doesn’t look convinced, “How old are you?” I asked.
“How old are you?” He smirked at me. Exactly like how Jack would do.
“Why do you call Jack daddy? I mean he isn’t your dad right?” I asked.
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