I should have told Timber before we had s*x.
We've come so far, and the more I read, the more I know keeping Caoimhe a secret literally has the power to rip us apart again. But laying in his arms right now, his fingers trailing up and down my spine, I don't want to ruin this— not yet. But I will soon. Our daughter spends three months with me a year and is raised by my family and protected by Shamrock's uncle, Seamus, and the mother chapter of Emerald Isle in Galway. She's an amazing kid and writes him letters that apparently, we keep in a box so she can give them to him one day. She started when she turned nine, and now, there's boxes with two years' worth of letters from a little girl who knows everything about her dad but hasn't ever seen him in person.
And it's completely my fau
