A FEW YEARS LATER
ADRIAN'S POINT OF VIEW:
Terrence was growing fast, too fast. He already had his father's sharp eyes and stubborn jawline, and unfortunately for me, his inquisitive nature too. It was late, the village quiet outside. A soft drizzle tapped against the windowpanes, and Xavier, had finally dozed off beside me on the couch, curled like a cat with a book still half-open across his chest. Terrence sat on the floor, his legs crisscrossed, holding that same tattered wolf plush from his first birthday. He stared at it thoughtfully, then looked up at me with a question in his eyes.
"Papa?"Terrence asked.
I blinked, lowering my mug.
"Yeah, pup?"I asked.
He hesitated, small fingers tugging on the toy's tail.
"Why do I have two other daddies?" He asked.
My stomach dropped like a stone. I felt it hit. Hard. Xavier shifted in his sleep, breath catching, but didn't wake. I put the mug down.
"Who told you that?" I asked softly, even though I already had a feeling.
