We get to the bakery and the boys scramble inside with me right behind them. Knox and Kohl love coming here because they don't get to that often after the cake fight. Mrs. Trevor would probably try to convince some health inspector that I'm violating health codes or something if they did. I seriously wouldn't put it past her to try.

Not that a health inspector would find anything wrong with my bakery, I keep it cleaner than my house. Trust me, I keep my house super clean.

Plus, that's the last stress I would need while running a bakery and raising twin boys. I mean, raising the twins alone is a full-time job.

Was there a time I wished for girls instead?

Yes, but it was only twice, and it was whenever the boys would go roll around in the mud like they were pigs. It doesn't make me a bad mother though, cause I love my boys, just wish they would stay out of the mud. I don't think that's too much to ask for. Washing their clothes after that is a pain in the ass by the way. I didn't even bother with their shoes, I just bought them new ones.

Luckily, I think the pigs' phase is finally over. Been a while since they've gone rolling around in the mud.

Thank goodness for that.

I hear a thud sound and look around for the boys. I spot them at a corner table closest to the kitchen and sigh in relief that it was only a chair they knocked over. I walk over to them and pick it up before they have the chance to.

"Are you boys hungry? I could make you some grilled cheese sandwiches?" I ask them, standing next to Knox and running my hand through his soft hair.

He doesn't mind it, unlike Kohl. He hates having his hair messed with, and he takes his time in the mornings to get it just right. I can already tell he will be a pain to get to school when he gets older. Let's just hope he doesn't take longer than me to get ready in the mornings when I actually wake up early enough to do so.

"Mom, can we get pizza instead? Please?" Kohl clasps his hands together like he's praying and continues to say please.

I glance over my shoulder and tense up when I see that Cage is still here and is coming my way. His face was clean, showing no signs of having a cupcake smashed in his face. I turn back around, hoping I can just ignore him, then he'll go away. I plan on talking to him. l know I need to. I just would rather it not be here.

Gosh this whole situation is such a mess, much like that face full of cupcake Cage just experienced was.

I still can't believe I smashed a cupcake in his face. Clearly I'm not a normal person. I mean, he did startle me, but still a cupcake to the face.

Way to go Rory.

"Ask Sam if that's okay with him since he's your guest."

"Is that okay with you, Sam?" Kohl stops pleading so he can ask Sam.

Sam was about to speak, but was interrupted.

"Rory? Can we talk?"

I'm silent for a moment and about to speak before I'm the one who is interrupted this time.

"Mom! Mom! It's Cage Trevor!" Knox and Kohl say, their voices dripping with awe and excitement.

I'm startled when they realize who he is. Even Sam seems to know him by the way he keeps gaping at him.

I turn around slowly and look at Cage. He's not looking at me though, he's looking at the twins. He looks surprised.

Oh no.

Cage opens his mouth to speak, but I talk before even a sound gets past his lips.

"Boys, go ask Quinn to order your pizza. I'll be right back." I grab Cage's arm and drag him to my office.

I don't want to have this conversation out in the open and my office will provide the privacy that we need. I was really hoping I could tell him instead of him spotting the boys and figuring it out himself.

He doesn't try to pull his arm from my grasp. Once we're safely inside my office, I let go of his arm and turn to face him.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" I tuck my hair behind my ear nervously, glancing somewhere over his shoulder.

I look at him when he doesn't say anything, finding him staring at me, still frozen in shock

Seeing him in person is bringing back all those old memories from our time together. He's changed, looks older, and is more muscular. His shoulders are broader. Standing before me is not the silly teenage boy I only knew for a night, but a man. His sandy blonde hair is shorter than I remember. It used to be long enough it barely grazed his neck. He loved it when I would run my fingers through it, now it's shaved at the sides and longer on top. He has a small white scar above his eyebrow that's new. His eyes are probably the only thing that stayed the same. Still, that stunning blue-gray color that my boys inherited from him.

Our boys.

"Are they mine?" He finally asks.

I flinch at the question, expecting it, yet not. I debate on how I should tell him, do I just spit it out? I know I need to, but I'm just scared about what will happen when I do. Nothing will be the same ever again, the moment the word yes comes out of mouth. My answer won't only change his life, but my boys' lives as well. My biggest fear is him rejecting them. It will break my heart cause I know it will break theirs.

"Yes."

He sucks in a sharp breath and kind of pales slightly, yet he has a look in his eyes like he knew they were his.

I plop down on the couch that's in my office and bury my face in my hands.

With my elbows resting on my knees. I'm scared about what he'll say next. I don't know if I should wait for him to speak or try to explain myself before he gets mad.

If he gets mad.

I speak up and explain myself, so he knows all the facts before deciding what he's going to say and do.

"I found out two months after you left. I thought about getting your number from someone to call and tell you, but you just left for college. I didn't know what you would say, and I was scared you would demand I get an abortion. We only spent one night together, so I figured I would figure it out myself and leave you out of it. At first, I wasn't sure if I would keep them or give them up for adoption. I was barely eighteen, you know? But the moment I saw them during the first ultrasound, I knew that I couldn't give them up. Yeah, it was hard at first staying up all night, then working multiple jobs. I made it work though, and it finally paid off a few years ago. I don't expect anything from you." I say, trying to explain it the best I can. "What I do need to know, though, is if you want to be a part of their lives. If you don't, I don't want to tell them it's better for them if they don't know about you, if that's the case. Just take all the time you need."

"Do you not want me a part of their lives?" He asks me, looking hurt.

"No! That's not it at all. It's not up to me. It's just if you don't want to be in their life's I don't want to tell them cause it will hurt them. Better to not know than to know someone didn't want you, you know?"

This isn't how I imagined this going at all. At least he's not yelling, but then again it could just be the shock.

I know the boys would like to know their father. They are curious who he is but just never asked me cause they were afraid it would hurt me. It wouldn't since I never really knew Cage, only enough to know he's a decent guy. Or at least that he used to be. From what I remember of Cage that night, I know he wouldn't be a bad person to have around Knox and Kohl.

"I would like to know them. Do you think we could all have dinner together sometime? After I have processed this first." Cage has so many emotions flashing through his eyes, I can't even place them all.

"Yeah okay. I need to talk to Knox and Kohl first."

"Knox and Kohl? That's their names?" Cage gets a soft smile on his face when he says their names.

"Yeah, Knox Ford Williams and Kohl James Williams. They were born on April 1st. Knox is three minutes older than Kohl." A soft smile appears on my face when I think about the day they were born.

"Tell me more about them, please?"

I think for a minute about what he would want to know. I laugh when one memory comes to mind.

"There was this one time that I fell asleep by accident. I just got off work and picked the boys up from my parent's house. We were sitting and watching, at the time, their favorite movie. The boys somehow figured out where I hid their markers and Drew all over my face. When I woke up, I had blue cheeks and a green mustache. After that, I learned to keep the markers in a higher cupboard. Luckily, it wasn't a permanent marker." I pulled my phone out of my pocket and flipped through my gallery until I found the photo.

I hand him my phone so he can see it. The boys were four at the time and had these adorable, chubby cheeks. All three of us are laughing in that photo.

Cage throws his head back and laughs a deep belly laugh. That's one sound I haven't forgotten in the last eight years. His laugh has always been contagious, and I find myself laughing right along with him.

There's a knock on the door and then Quinn peeks her head in. I quickly stand up and walk towards her. Quinn opens the door all the way and steps into the office.

"Hey sorry to interrupt, but the pizza is here. Figure I would let you know," Quinn says, looking between Cage and me then leaves.

"I should get going anyway, but here's my number. I already texted myself so I have yours, but call or text me some time so we can arrange a meeting." Cage stands up and hands me my phone before leaving. He adds. "When the boys want to."

I stare at his number on my phone and feel the tension in my shoulders vanish.

That went a lot better than I could have imagined.

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