Tyler's POV
Millie and Andy were watching TV in the living room when I got to my parents’ house. I stood by the door frame, watching them, admiring how they get along given they’re not from the same womb.
They are my children. My daughter and son. Andy is a year older than Millie. They have the same eyes and skin color. I’m even amused seeing how they get along so well as if they have known each other for a long time.
My children. My heart is so full watching them together.
“Daddy!” Millie’s eyes found me.
I immediately gave them a sweet smile as I walked towards them.
“Uncle!” Andy looked very pleased seeing me here.
It hurts hearing him still address me that way. I already introduced them to my family but still I couldn’t tell him that I’m his real father. I’m scar
