Page 82 of Secret Triplets for Christmas

"I'm going to go meet them at the door and bring them in to you, telling them the truth. What happens after that is up to you."

I left Oliver in the living room, making my way to the small foyer near the door. My father stepped in, and his concerned expression told me that Mira had either called or texted him.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Where are the kids?"

"I left them in the car for a minute because I want to know what's going on."

“I’ll go get them.” Mira passed us, heading out the door.

"I don't have a lot of time to explain right now, but Oliver has learned the truth about the girls."

"That they’re Liam’s?"

I shook my head. "That they’re his."

For a moment, my father stared at me blankly. “Did Miranda know about this?”

"Only recently. And before you get mad at her, I promised her that I would tell you."

"How is he taking it?"

I shook my head. "Not well. I've told him he needs to pull it together if he wants to meet them now."

"You and I are going to have a talk later. First, though, I’m going to have a talk with him."

My father started to pass me, but I put my hand on his forearm to stop him. "Please don't upset him. He has a right to know the girls and the girls to know him."

My father arched a brow. "If you'd figured this out sooner, we wouldn’t be in this position." His words were yet another jackhammer into my guilt.

"But at this moment, I don't care very much about your or his feelings. I care about the girls, so I'm going to talk with him."

I nodded and released his arm and turned back to the door and stepped out onto the porch just as the girls came running up.

"We got to see Santa today, Mommy." Georgie reached me first.

"I asked for art supplies," Cassie said right behind her.

We moved aside as Mira and Grayson entered the house. Then I squatted down to give them all hugs, doing my best to hide my tears. In a moment, everything was going to change, and I couldn't be sure that it was for the better. At least not for me.

"What about you, Olivia? Did you tell Santa what you wanted for Christmas?"

"She told him—"

"Olivia can tell me what she wants, Georgie."

Olivia gave me a sheepish smile. "I told him I want my own computer."

I smiled, giving her a hug as I imagined Oliver and Olivia tinkering away on a computer together. It was probably something I would never witness because when they were with him, I wouldn't be there.

I pushed away my tears. "Listen, girls, there’s somebody I want you to meet." I infused as much excitement as I could into my voice.

"Who is it?" Georgie asked, her wide blue eyes glittering with excitement.

"Well, come inside."

I took Cassie and Olivia by the hand because of course, Georgie was already running inside. I inhaled a breath as I walked toward the living room to introduce my daughters to their father.

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