I sucked in deep air hearing them utter that word as they jumped on him and he cut them safely like always.

My gaze shifted to my son, Ashton.

He looked so different from him and everybody else.

I thought I had escaped seeing Ethan’s face, but then life happened to me as always because I birthed an exact replica of him.

While my daughter Ashley, at least she carried my other features and just his hair.

And then, finally I looked at the beautiful man who held my kids like they were part of him so lovingly in his arms—Killian Thompson.

For the first time in a long while,...