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Dave POVThe questions started almost immediately after I finished talking.Not dramatic questions.Not emotional movie scene questions.Just children questions.Which somehow felt worse.Because children asked things directly. No filters. No softening.And these two?God.These two were terrifyingly observant.Eli shifted properly now, sitting upright.“You made mum cry a lot?”I swallowed.“…Yes.”He looked down immediately after that.Not angry.Not dramatic.Which somehow hurt more.Then Ava asked the question I had been dreading since this conversation started.“Did you not want us?”God.There it was.Straight to the chest.I sat up immediately.“No.”Too fast.Too sharp.Both of them looked at me.“I mean yes,” I corrected quickly. “No, wait— God, okay, listen to me carefully.”I dragged a hand over my face once before trying again slower.“When your mum told me she was pregnant, I got scared.”Eli frowned.“Of babies?”“Of responsibility,” I admitted quietly. “Of becoming some

Dave pov I stared at the ceiling for a long moment. Then sighed. “I wonder what they’ll decide.” Because honestly? I could not read them fully. Ava especially. That little girl observed people too carefully. You could never immediately tell what she was thinking because she processed emotions quietly first before speaking. Very dangerous trait. Very Lydia. Eli however? Completely different. That boy carried his thoughts in surround sound. And honestly? I was fairly certain he was not fully my fan yet. Emotionally stupid. I laughed quietly to myself again. Yeah. Definitely not my fan. Still… there had been moments during the conversation where I saw tiny openings. Tiny softening. Not trust. Not forgiveness. But curiosity maybe. And honestly? I would take curiosity. At least curiosity meant the door was not completely shut. I leaned forward eventually and opened my laptop again because I still had pending work from practically abandoning productivity the pre

Lydia POVThe moment the twins came upstairs after the conversation, I already knew something had shifted.Not because they said anything immediately.But because of how they moved.Eli was unusually quiet, which in itself was alarming enough to make me pause mid step in the hallway. Ava followed behind him slowly, her expression thoughtful in a way that meant she was already over analyzing everything she had just heard.Children do not get that quiet unless something important has just been said.I leaned against the kitchen counter, arms folded, watching them come in.“Well?” I asked carefully.Ava glanced at Eli first. That silent twin communication thing they always did.Then she looked at me.“He talked,” she said simply.That was not an answer. That was a delay.I narrowed my eyes slightly.“Yes. I expected that part.”Eli dropped onto the couch like his bones had suddenly become optional.“He explained everything,” he added.My chest tightened slightly at that word.Everything

Lydia POV Heavy. Complicated. Exhausting. I leaned briefly against the wall outside their room before exhaling slowly. Today had been too much emotionally. Dave talking to them. The twins processing everything. Watching Ava quietly absorb information exactly like me. Watching Eli weaponize emotional honesty with terrifying efficiency. And somehow through all of it, the thing bothering me most was that Dave had actually handled the conversation well. Annoyingly well. I hated that part. Not because I wanted him to fail. God no. But because it complicated things. It would have been easier if he remained emotionally incompetent permanently. Instead this man had apparently gone online, researched child psychology like he was preparing a corporate presentation, and showed up speaking like somebody actively trying not to damage children emotionally. Disgusting behavior honestly. Inconvenient growth. I went downstairs afterward and opened my laptop immediately because unfo

Lydia POVBy midday, I had already made up my mind.Honestly, once Madame Eloise speaks, your options reduce dramatically.Not because she forces you.Worse.Because she says things that sit inside your head and start making sense against your will.So the entire morning passed in a strange blur.Meetings.Client reviews.Campaign approvals.Media restructuring.At some point somebody was passionately explaining brand positioning to me and I realized halfway through that I had not absorbed a single word because my brain kept replaying:You are raising children, not soldiers.Very irritating woman.By around 5 p.m., I finally decided I did not want to drag this conversation till another day.If I postponed it longer, I would either lose the courage entirely or get angry again.Neither option was productive.So I messaged Dave.Meet me at this address in thirty minutes.I sent him the location of one of my private apartments instead of my house immediately after.Deliberately.Because a