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“I wish you were my daddy.”

Wyatt’s steps faltered, and the breath backed up in his lungs. He swore his heart squeezed tight. Me, too, bud. Me, too.

Then he wondered if Frankie had heard what Johnny said. How would she feel about that?

Frankie led the way to her suite, then opened the door. Wyatt followed her to Johnny’s room, and helped her get him settled for bed.

All tucked in bed, Johnny suddenly grabbed Wyatt’s hand. “Don’t leave.”

“You need to get some sleep, bud.”

“Just a little while? Please, Mommy? Can’t you both stay?”

Frankie looked at him, a question in her eyes.

“Sure.”

Frankie took off her shoes and laid down next to Johnny, gathered him in her arms. Wyatt pried his boots off, then lay behind her, and pulled them both close.

Is this what he wanted? A family? To be responsible for not just a wife, but a child...