“Mom,” Oliver asked carefully, “is he our dad?”
Emma knelt in front of them, wishing she could undo the moment.
“There are things we need to talk about,” she said softly. “But not here.”
“But is he?” Oliver insisted.
Emma touched his cheek. “Yes.”
Blake inhaled sharply.
Ethan stared at him. Noah hid behind Emma. Oliver went silent, and that silence hurt most.
“I didn’t know,” Blake said. “I swear.”
Oliver looked at Emma. “Did he not want us?”
“No, baby,” she said, her voice shaking. “He didn’t know about you.”
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