CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT: DADDYNOVA POV

I woke up at dawn with my stomach in knots.

The boys were still asleep, curled up together like they'd been in the womb. Phoenix's arm was draped over Asher, protective even in sleep. They had no idea their entire world was about to change.

Seven forty-five a.m. Fifteen minutes until Grant arrived.

I'd barely slept. Just stared at the ceiling all night, replaying every possible way to tell my sons that the man they called Dad wasn't really their ...