''Mommy, what's a daddy?'' Aidan asked me as I put him to bed the night of his second birthday, and I froze.
I gulped nervously, ''Who told you that word?''
''Uncle Felix, said grandpa Kael is Uncle Flynn's daddy.''
''Oh,'' I laid down and gently stroked his hair as I explained what a father was.
''Do I have a daddy?'' Flynn asked.
I felt a cold pit in my stomach, as I stared at my son's innocent face. ''You do, but he's a bad man who hurt mommy, and put me in here.''
''Can uncle Flynn be my daddy instead?''
''You want Flynn to be your daddy?''
''Yes, he's nice, and he plays games with me.''
''Well, that's because uncle Flynn is a big kid too.'' I joked, and poked my son on the nose.
''Who's a big kid?'' Flynn asked, as he walked into the bedroom area he'd set up.
''Mommy said y
