Osilus POV

I stared at the adoption papers on the kitchen table and couldn't believe what I was seeing. It felt so surreal that in two weeks our son would be home.

"I still can't believe it's real," Elias said, sitting beside me. He picked up the photo of the boy who was with dark curls, and a shy smile. "Our little boy."

"Lucas," I said softly. "So we're really going to be fathers."

Elias kissed my cheek. "The absolute best. He's lucky to have us." It wasn't long before my phone buzzed, I glanced at the screen.

Avalon: Where are you? We need to talk. It's urgent.

I frowned...