When they returned home, the twins ran ahead, calling out joyfully, “Grandpa! We missed you!” Robert, Harry’s father, greeted them from the living room with a warm smile.
Harry’s world tilted further. As soon as the boys left the room, he turned to Nancy. “Tell me the truth. Did something happen between you and my father?”
Nancy’s expression changed instantly, her face losing all color. Before she could respond, Robert tried to step in, but Harry’s voice cut through the tension. “Please. Just tell me.”
Nancy’s voice trembled. She explained that years ago, long before she and Harry had become serious, she had met someone during a trip to Las Vegas. It was a brief, unexpected encounter—one that neither of them thought would matter again. She hadn’t realized who that man was until she met Harry’s parents. By then, she was already pregnant. Unsure of what to do, and thinking she could move forward with a new start, she chose not to speak of the past.
“I thought it wouldn’t matter,” she admitted tearfully. “I didn’t know how to tell you. I didn’t even know who he really was until it was too late.”
Harry was silent, the weight of the revelation too much to bear. The sounds of the boys laughing upstairs echoed through the house—two children he had raised, loved, and believed were his.
But then a quiet voice interrupted his thoughts. Josh stood at the doorway, eyes wide. “Grandpa is our dad?”
Behind him stood Andrew, equally confused. Harry looked at them, heart breaking. He had no words—only the overwhelming need to protect them from the storm of adult mistakes.
Andrew stepped forward. “Are we still your sons?” he asked softly.
Harry’s throat tightened. His world had changed, but his love hadn’t. “You’ll always be my boys,” he said quietly.
In that moment, everything shifted. The truth was out, but so was the love that had raised them. And somehow, they would find a way forward—together.