years

er babies were waiting for her. The smell of roasted garlic and fresh herbs immediately envel

om the living room. The sound was a chaotic, beautiful sym

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. Audrey dropped to her knees, wrapping her arms around her four-and-a-half-year-old twins, burying her face in the

em. Escaping her toxic family and firmly deciding to keep her babies was the best choice she had ever made. Every time she looked at

entire existence. If she had been forced into that arranged marriage five years ago, she would have been f

ng as she threw her arms around Audrey's neck and planted a wet kiss on her cheek. Cleo'

's shoulder and kissed her other cheek. They loved their Mommy the most. Leo was the quiet observer, his gaze unnervingly

no relatives, she was incredibly happy. No one here knew her past, and her children faced no stigma for lacking a father. Thankfully, they were incredibly u

sure to love them equally, swearing never to repeat her parents' toxic favoritism. She made

warm, melodic voice c

g a casual linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up, was Dante Moon. The golden hour sunlight filtered through t

r and children with a

lp me so much by watching them when Martha is out of town." She felt a twinge of guilt for

to him, they were like his own. He desperately wanted to be their real father, but he never dared to confess his feelings, knowing Audrey

be him. Over the years, Dante had provided them with immense fatherly love and companionship. Even the kids co

even heard kids at the park ask if he was her dad, and Cleo had nodded. Those mo

you tomorrow," Dante said softly. He expertly masked his reluctance to le

't understand adult romance, but she figured spending more time together might lead t