EPILOGUE

Third Person’s Pov

{Seven Years Later}

“Do you know who my mother is?” Sky blue-eyed golden curls, Caily leapt on her feet, screeching.

“No, you! Do you know who my father is?!” Aged five deep brown-eyed Nico with a mass of tousled dark curls boomed across the field, running unscathed to shelter the door.

“Do you know who my daughter is?” Spencer challenged the two kids, stepping out of his car to squint his eyes at them, taking their sights in.

Their resemblance was what alarmed him first.

Nora had informed him at the jail five years ago she gave birth to a baby boy and four years ago too, that she’s already pregnant with a baby girl just a month after giving birth.

It was risky but he remembered giving her his blessings.

These can’t be his daughters bearing. They look too handsome and pretty for a child— the girl taking after her mother and the eldest, the boy taking after the father.

“Who’s your daughter here, sir?” Caily’s pouty face turned serious. “We happen to know our pa