Seducing My Father's Best Friend
With gentle care, Xavier lifted the children out of the box, one by one.
My brow furrowed as I processed the scene before me. The two older children looked eerily similar - brown-haired, brown-eyed; they seemed very familiar to Xavier. No, scratch that; they were his miniature versions. My eyes widened in disbelief as I continued scrutinizing their faces. Then my gaze drifted to the youngest, the four-year-old who stood out with black hair and bright blue eyes. Judging from their ages, the older ones should be around seven or nine, and the youngest, four or five.
"Xavier, are you seeing what I am seeing?" I asked, my voice laced with skepticism.