After the cake was served and the last balloon popped, Christian approached me with tear-filled eyes.
“Leah… I don’t know how to say this. I missed five years. I don’t want to miss another second.”
“I didn’t come here for child support or pity, Christian. They have a life. A good one.”
“I want to be their father,” he said. “I want to know them.”
I hesitated.
Then I looked over at my children, who were now holding their sister’s chubby hands, spinning in a little circle on the grass.
They deserved to know each other.
And maybe, just maybe… he deserved a chance to try.
