“Thank you for them,” he answered. “What did she tell you?” “Really want to know?” “Beckett,” I warned. “She said that was her wish, the only thing she’d wanted was…me, in a roundabout way.” “She wanted a dad,” I guessed. “You to be her dad.” “They’re kids,” he said with a shrug, but I knew how much it meant to him. “They’re our kids.”
