Henry
“I won’t pretend to be more than one half of Aires’ genetic makeup and play her father, but I would like to know how you feel about her,” Wesley asked me while we were having breakfast.
“I love her; what more do you need to know?”
“You love her truly? I was sure I was in love with many of the women I was with, but I ultimately found that not to be the case.”
“Yes, truly. Aires and our children are everything to me; my life would be meaningless without them in it,” I firmly replied.
“Children? You two have children?”
I hadn’t realized that Aires hadn’t told Wesley about the kids, but I understood why. We weren’t here for a family reunion, and when you’re preparing to kill someone, pulling out pictures of your children really isn’t the norm. But I’d opened
