Daddies or fathers?

That night, Anna once again slept peacefully between the twins, and Marcelo woke up the next morning to see two familiar older men before him.

Of course, he was able to instantly recognize them as his fathers after the painting, and the fact that Jacob had shaved off his beard that morning made them easier to identify.

A small smirk raised on his lip, and Jacob almost cracked up in laughter. “Did he just smirk at me?”

“I think it's a good start.” Jackson asserted humorously, looking at the little boy, who was now climbing from the bed that he was sure he didn’t sleep in.

“I want to see mommy.” Marcelo said to the twins, his little voice was energetic and clear.

Jackson and Jacob shared a smile as they heard their son’s voice for the first time.

“Did you know who we are, little man?” Jacob asked as he squatted to Marcelo’s height.

His dark eyes roamed the boy’s face and he felt

a strange feeling in his heart before he heard Marcelo’s little voice again.

“My daddies?”

Jackson an