Chapter 47. Shove It Up Your Stupid Ass

Wren POV

I stiffen.

Ezra crouches low and spreads his arms as both kids race into them.

He smothers them with kisses, their happy giggles ringing out while Elizabeth stares with a content smile.

Ezra’s a dad.

What the actual hell?

My throat tightens, and I press farther into the car as if it’ll protect me from the foolishness I feel.

With an overly dramatic grunt, Ezra rises with both kids in his arms, and he spins around to me.

“Wren, this is Noah, my nephew.” He jerks his chin to the boy. “And this is Hannah, my daughter.”

Hannah. His daughter.

I don’t know what blows my mind more. The fact that I was upset about the ‘Hannah’ he’s always talking to. Or the fact that Hannah is a child, and his daughter.

The thick lump in my throat rolls down slowly. And I force a smile. “Hi guys.”

Noah’s wave is as excited as his smile, while Hannah’s is a little on the shy side. She tucks her head in his neck.