Trista’s POV I stood, frozen in spot. This wasn’t how I wanted to tell the children. Felicity was quick to chime in though. “Would you like Liam to be your daddy?” she asked, kneeling down in front of them. She took one of Belle’s hands in hers. “He would be a very good daddy, don’t you think?” “I don’t know,” Billy said, narrowing his eyes. “Daddy Johnson is a good daddy too. He makes us pancakes and puts two scoops of ice cream on our cones.” “Daddy Johnson is not your real daddy though,” Felicity said, an edge in her voice. “Felicity,” I said, my tone warning her to back off. Billy and Belle had grown up with Johnson. I was worried this whole thing might be a bit traumatic for them. “Well he’s not,” Felicity snapped at me. Then she turned back to the children. “And I promise you that daddy Liam will put THREE scoops of ice cream on your cones.” “Huh,” Belle said, cocking her head to the side. Sh
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