"I know," Noah smiled. He reached out and gently patted my knee. "But you told him I was the father."
I looked at Noah carefully. I suspect that somebody hurt him in the past to the point of no return, because I doubt he will ever love anyone romantically. But he has been talking about having a family, and I may have given him unnecessary hope.
"Vi," Noah said, his voice very gentle and serious. "We could just make it real. Not the romance part, I know we don't have that. But the family part. We could just be a real family on paper. We don't need anyone else. We work perfectly together. You, me, and the twins."
A massive wave of guilt crashed over me. It was so heavy that it made breathing hard.
Noah was such a good, pure man. He was safe. He was kind, and he just wanted a place to bel
