I nodded, focusing on keeping my emotions in check. “They’re here to meet their sister. I thought it was important, no matter the circumstances.”
Christian, momentarily at a loss for words, knelt down to greet the children. His gaze softened as he took in their inquisitive faces. “Hello,” he said, his voice gentle. “I’m… I’m your dad.”
The triplets looked between him and me, their young minds processing this unexpected revelation. They had known they had a father somewhere, a distant figure in the stories I told them, but the reality of him standing before them was something entirely different.
