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Wait, what?
Seriously?
You’re Victor’s father?
In hindsight, even a few minutes later, I realized I knew before Paul said it. A sense of foreboding had crept up my neck while their discussion ensued. It was apparent this was a family matter; how could it not have been?
Paul smiled, and in some bizarre way, I thought he prayed for acceptance, but that would be a big step for Victor, perhaps too far.
Victor looked incredulous but held it together. I stared at both men in turn, studying each carefully. My boyfriend was a tower of strength, even now, while emotions flickered in his expressions and eyes, his pride and ability to handle adversity shone through.
You both look alike.
I couldn’t help hoping our children would be like their father when faced with a problem. My boyfriend wagged a finger skywards, careful not to point at our guest.
“You’ll have to explain why you claim to be my father, Paul.”
“My real name is Artyom.”