For several seconds, nobody moved.
Noah stood in the hallway, staring between Ethan and Amelia.
Ethan remained on one knee.
The DNA report was still in Amelia’s trembling hands.
“Daddy?”
Noah said the word slowly, as though he were testing it.
Ethan’s throat tightened.
“Yes.”
Noah looked confused.
“But you’re Uncle Ethan.”
A painful smile touched Ethan’s face.
“I thought I was.”
“Then why are you my daddy?”
Ethan glanced at Amelia.
Because that was the question he couldn’t answer.
Not yet.
Amelia finally knelt beside Noah.
“Sweetheart…”
“Is he really my daddy?”
She looked at Ethan.
The man who had once been a stranger.
Then her husband.
Then the man she had slowly fallen in love with.
Now…
The father of her child.
She wiped away a tear.
“Yes.”
Noah’s eyes widened
