It was no secret that Aegon got around. He could probably write a book with names of the women he’s been with. Now, he was managing his father’s business. Twenty-four years old, and still making his way around. Seven years ago, he had what he would call the best night of his life with the best woman he’s ever met.

He remembered the party vividly, the bitter drinks, the deafening music, the flashing lights. He left early in the morning, before she could even wake up. That was a nasty habit of his.

When he decided to visit her, he was surprised to walk in on a children’s birthday party. Her children’s birthday party. Your twins, Jaehaera and Jaehaerys. One girl, one boy. Seven years old.

Aegon leaned against the kitchen counter as he watched the twins run around outside, chasing their friends in a game of tag. A smile spread across his face as he watched the two giggle, their blond hair shining in the sunlight.

His eyes roamed over to you as you frosted cupcakes, your eyes squinted in concentration. There was an unspoken question in the air, one that created tension in his body.

“Are they mine?”