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reakfast. The cafe's interior was themed like a cartoon, and children loved

I gave them a firm instruction before making my way to the counter. I returned to the seat aft

erly at a boy, and when I looked at him, her mother had

ome" I told him before giving Lucas a brief reprimand for playing with spoons.

ow come on smile" I informed him prior to tickling him and Liam,

ly liked. Their entire attention was on their toys, and they had a beaming smile on their faces, whic

ng, I noticed that Liam, with hopeful eyes, looked up at me from his toy and

looked at Lucas and Leo after he asked, and they were also staring a

e hotel. I called Mr. Richardson as soon as I got to our room to let him know what I had decided, and

finger stopped hitting the remote control and my eyes became glued on the television. The man on TV was the one who, for the past five years, had filled my dreams every

even if I wanted to. Even more painful than him becoming the father of my child was the grief he caused me that day. Even though I k

, Lucas and Leo will always be mine and only mine" I grew angry, maintaining eye con

loved at the time, the one I lost my special night with, and the f

sat back on the couch, and let the tears fall. But my mind still kept playing back what had happened that day,

akfast for the kids. Meanwhile, I woke them up as well, and I took them to the garden to pass the time after breakfas

a luggage was placed next to him. When I told him I wouldn't be returning, he said he had purchased hi

e children. The children were playing a little bit farther away from where they had been when we both looked at them.

g a ball in one hand, I inquired. They all turned to gaze at each ot

firmed our destination for tomorrow and grasped my hand. We departed the garden, but

get dressed before the kids. After preparing them, which was already quite exhausting and there was still the entire day ahead of us. Afterward, while I res