Morgan had hurt this man. The strongest and most callous man she knew was devastated at the discovery of seeds he had planted. Morgan had grown them inside her body, and he hadn’t gotten to touch her bulging belly one time, hadn’t even gotten to see it … he was nowhere to be found because he hadn’t known. It was the one thing that would have brought him back to town, and she hadn’t said one word. She had allowed him to miss it, and then she gave his kids to another man.

“Messiah—”

“We’re done, Mo. Shit’s unforgivable. I’m done. I just want to see my kids.”

“Messiah, don’t say that … Don’t do this … You can’t do this to me again…”

“You did it, Mo,” he said as he pulled Yara from Ethic’s arms. He placed his lips to the side of her head and lost it as just her scent invaded his space. Instinct made him press her tightly to his body. He squeezed his eyes shut and sobbed into her. He couldn’t believe she was his. Blood of their blood, flesh made from their flesh. She was proof that his life had been worth something. The twins were the things in life he had gotten right, no matter how badly he had fucked everything else up.

Ethic walked to Morgan and placed two hands on her face. He could see her unraveling as she looked at Messiah holding their daughter. “Give him time with her. Give him time, Mo. Just let him get to know them. The rest can be worked out later, but that part can’t wait any longer. A man and his kids. That can’t wait. You got to let him have this. Go upstairs.”

“I’m going to lose him again!” Morgan cried.

“Maybe, but they won’t, Mo. You got to step outside yourself, baby girl. I know that’s hard for you. This is about the twins right now,” Ethic said.