“Because he doesn’t love us enough,” Luca whispered, tears beginning to fall. “It’s why he never calls or sends me a birthday card.” “Oh, baby.” I pulled him against me, wrapping my arms around him. “He will always love you, even when he can’t show it.” “Not enough!” Luca wailed. “I don’t want him to be my dad! I want Cope to be my dad!” I stilled, pain and panic searing through me. My gaze collided with Cope’s, and I saw agony and longing in his eyes. Cope leaned in, rubbing Luca’s back. “It would be the biggest honor of my life if I got to be a dad to someone who’s as amazing as you are,”
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