The boys were camped in front of the television watching a cartoon Marcus was unfamiliar with as they ate cereal at the coffee table. Both appeared as if they had just rolled out of bed with their hair a mess and still wearing their crumpled pajamas. Up close he could now see they were rather slim and there was no doubt in his mind that as they grew they would have athletic builds. They could easily be track or soccer stars later especially given how active they already were.
In the kitchen Savannah helped Gabriella to sit and eat at the table while Regina grabbed glasses for everyone. It seemed everything was flowing with its natural routine. The only thing out of place was Marcus but he would give anything to insert himself into it but would the children accept him?
“Papá!” Gabriella
