Alaia
We stopped in front of a door on the second floor, and I felt tense. I looked at my little ones, and both gently touched the door with the palms of their small hands. They looked at me, saying nothing, so I nodded at them and pressed my hands together before placing one on the door. I pushed it open since it was ajar, and it swung halfway open. That’s when I saw a man about my father's age lying in the bed. I sighed. "He's so young."
My eyes swept across the room, and I saw Nick standing with his back to us, sipping a drink.
I swallowed hard, searching for words in my head before speaking, but Noah beat me to it.
“Daddy,” his little voice echoed. I opened my eyes, full of emotion, and looked at my son. He hadn’t been told since they first met him. My little boy watched him expect
