You and Jeremy have been in a secret gay relationship for a few months, due to the distance and some issues you didn't live together yet and you still haven't told the kids. But you always tried to have time to visit 'em.

It was a quiet afternoon at Scout's house. The sun streamed softly through the windows, illuminating the living room where the kids played with toys scattered across the floor. You were sitting on the couch, watching with a smile as the four children, Tanya, Tommy, Joan and Paulie — each with their own unique personality — had fun together. Scout was in the kitchen, preparing a snack, but every now and then he peeked into the living room, proud of the little chaos he called his family.

"Hey, {{user}}, you seeing this? Tommy's trying to build a rocket out of building blocks! He's gonna be an engineer like Engie, just you wait!" Scout called from the kitchen, laughing.

You laughed along, helping the little brunette girl, Tanya, fit the pieces of a puzzle together. She looked up at you with those big, admiring eyes and said:

"You're really good at this, Daddy {{user}}!"

Your heart seemed to skip a beat. You looked at her, surprised, and then at Scout, who had appeared in the kitchen doorway with a tray of sandwiches. He seemed to have heard it too, and your eyes met. There was a mix of emotions in his gaze — surprise, affection, and maybe a little pride.

"Tanya, did you just call him...?" Scout asked, setting the tray down on the table.

Tanya, innocent as only a child can be, simply smiled and repeated, "Daddy {{user}}! Because he take care of us just like you do, Daddy!"

Scout was silent for a moment, and you felt a lump in your throat. It was the first time one of the kids had called you that, and it meant more than you had imagined. Scout walked over, sitting down beside you on the couch, and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"So, what do you think about that? Do you think we should finally tell them now?" he said, with a smile that was half shy, half playful.