~Avery~
“Ava, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but if you feel that way, you need to talk to him. He deserves to know about the twins, especially now that he knows the real reason you left. We can’t keep pretending they’re mine. Even the blind could see the resemblance! How long do you plan to keep taking them out in disguise?” Jane asked, pouring batter into the cupcake moulds.
I winced. Jane wasn’t wrong. The resemblance was starting to get comical, especially when little Julian sported a frown that could rival King’s signature brooding expression. “He is going to hate me,” I groaned, rubbing my temples as the evident signs of a migraine began to form.
The past week had been a hurricane of stress. Work was a nightmare, the hospital visits with Julian were draining, and King? King had
