“Does anybody call you Mommy and Daddy?” Emmett meets my gaze before shaking his head. “No.” “If I called you that, would it make you feel special?” “Oh, honey. You don’t need to call us Mommy or Daddy to make us feel special.” Emmett cups his cheek, tilting Abel’s gaze to his. “You make us feel special every single day.” “But what if I wanted to? One day?”
