When Alaric was labeled the "bad uncle" by the kids, it stung a bit. But now, he had the chance to set the record straight.

"Are you really my daddy?" Helena's eyes sparkled with hope, her voice soft and sweet.

"Absolutely," Alaric replied with a confidence that brooked no argument.

Even without a DNA test, he felt in his heart that Hertha's twins were his. They seemed just over two years old, and timing-wise, it matched up perfectly with when he and Hertha had been together.

Initially, Alaric panicked at the news of Hertha having twins, thinking they were born at different times to different fathers. But learning they were indeed twins, born at the same time, made everything click. They had to be his, especially since that night with Hertha was her first time.

Helena, reassured by Alaric's confirmation, beamed at her mother, her eyes shining like stars in the night sky. Her joy was unmistakable.

it, especially allowing Alaric to hold Helena without any hesitation,

Helena, settled

Julian in her arms, joined them. Julian, though held by Hertha, kept his gaze fixed on

"bad uncle" was actually their

let's get properly acquainted. I'm your dad, Alaric. What's your full

hand, Alaric waited

scold his

wavered, his hand suspended in air, his eyes conveying a

brief moment, Julian timidly reached out, his small hand grasping Alaric's. That simple touch sent a wave of

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