by Gayle Lynds
“Don’t worry, darling. I’ve always known he was Kristoph’s biological father.”
“Jay! But why didn’t you—”
He sat beside her, feeling again his happiness in Kristoph, his love for the boy. “Because I didn’t care about any of that. Because I loved you, and Kristoph needed a father. But mostly . . .” He hesitated. “Mostly, I needed him. I desperately needed something or someone good to believe in. Kristoph and you gave me all of that—and far more.”
As a tear rolled down her cheek, he pulled her close. “They’re asleep,” he confirmed.
“I told you.” She kissed his ear and snuggled into his side. After a while she asked, “When they grow older, what will we do when they realize there’s a huge world out there? They’ll ask questions and probably grow restless. Our safe haven may not be enough for them.”
He thought about it. “Let’s let tomorrow take care of tomorrow.”
