SILAS POV
I did not understand the true meaning of happiness until I saw my sons look at me like I was the miracle.
Two pairs of hazel eyes, so unmistakably mine it stole the breath from my lungs, stared up at me with wonder so raw it hurt. Their lips trembled when they smiled, the same way Helena’s did when she was overwhelmed and trying not to cry. There was no fear in them. No doubt. No hesitation.
Just acceptance.
Something inside my chest fractured when they hugged me.
Not shattered. Not broken beyond repair. It cracked open, wide and violent, like a door that had been locked for too long and finally gave way. Their arms wrapped around my neck, tight and desperate, like they had been waiting for this without knowing they were allowed to.
“Is it real?” Sebastian asked me, voice s
