SIXTY SEVEN

I hum a lullaby while I rock Ramsey to sleep. The boys are outside while the girls are inside binge-watching Grey's Anatomy.

Soft knocks on the door as Effie enters the nursery, shuts the door and tiptoes her way to the couch across from me.

"Zara asleep?"

She nods. "After her bottle, she fell asleep. Playing with her uncle wore her out."

"I never notice how big she is getting." I chuckle, looking down at my sleeping Prince. "The first time I saw her, she was tiny."

"Zara is a big eater."

We both laugh but stop when Ramsey stirs in his sleep. I rise from the rocking chair and place my son in his crib. I did not want to leave his side. Leaving him and being apart from my son makes a part of my soul crumble. Is this what being a mom feels like?

Is this how my mother felt when she left me?

"Grandpa told me everything," Effie says. "To think that the man who destroyed Liam's adolescence is your father. Your real father."

A sense of pity filled in Effie's words as she mentioned, 'My fathe