Maverick's POVI smiled to myself as I stared at the message on my phone, reading the results for what felt like the hundredth time. The three boys were mine. My sons. My flesh and blood, the little boys who had looked at me with curious eyes and spoken to me so freely without knowing who I was to them. They were mine, and I had missed years of their lives because of my own stupidity.I had a daughter, too.Clara.The little girl with the beautiful smile, the sharp tongue, and the confidence to ask me questions that had left me struggling for answers. She was Patricia's daughter, but she was also mine. I had not tested her DNA, but there was no reason to believe she was any less my child than her brothers. If the boys were mine, then Clara was mine, too, and I could not wait to have her in my arms again.I smiled wider. I was going to be a great father.Secretly and openly, I would be the father they deserved. I would watch them grow, attend their school events, listen to their storie
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