"Is he our new daddy?" Chiara asked, glancing up at Ash. "Thunder, look! He looks exactly like you! You’re like his mini-version—"

Chiara stopped, recognizing Ash, too. She must have remembered him from the photo I’d shown them before.

Upon snapping back to his senses, Ash knelt to their level. His eyes reflected the same emotions I felt—happiness and peace.

"It’s me, your Dad," he said, pulling them both into a tight hug. "I’m sorry I’m late... my twins."

After that, Chiara and ...