—Alec—
God knows, I can't remember the last time I cried.
But nothing could have prepared me for this— three little bodies crashing into my arms, calling me Daddy, saying how much they missed me. Children I didn’t even know existed until yesterday.
Their warmth, their laughter, the way they held me like I’d always been there shattered something inside me.
“I missed you more,” I mumbled.
And for the first time in years, I felt the burn of tears I couldn’t hold back.
I held them tighter. Damian. Nathaniel. Eloise.
Each name was etched into my soul.
I kissed the top of their heads again, then glanced up.
There she was, standing a few feet away from us with misty eyes.
Mabel.
A part of me was amazed by how singlehandedly she'd raised these three adorable angels.
But another part of
