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His chest still tightens whenever he thought of them.
Jon was sterile, had been for the past ten years. Thoughts of having a child of his own had died a hard death when he’d been diagnosed with chicken pox and came out of it well, but sterile.
He had met some nice women with children. There was one in particular that he thought may have been the one. He knew now that it was the boy he had wanted and then the mother. It would not have been fair to her, but Jon would have been a good father and husband.
Now, it turns out, that he was a father-- a father of twins.
They had changed his life with that one phone call.
He remembered it vividly. He’d been packing. He’d lost the child and the woman he wanted so he had applied for a transfer at his accounting firm, and had tendered his resignation at the grade school.
He was packing when the phone rang. He thought to ignore it, but then changed his mind in case there was an emergency at work, at the school where he coached pee wee soccer, or in case his ex-girlfriend had changed her mind and wanted him back.
“Are you Jonathan Cruz?” A small voice had asked over the phone. There had been some rustling, and then another small voice got on.
“Did you go to Platt High School? Do you know a Helen Soto?
“Are you our daddy?”♥
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