Lennox's POV
They say there is no greater love than the love between a father and his children. Tonight… I understood it. I felt it in my bones. I felt it in the way Liam hugged me without thinking twice. I felt it in Leon's shy smile. I felt it in little Leo squeezing my hand like he was holding onto something precious.
It hit me harder than any pain I have felt these past days.
It was pure. It was real. It was unconditional.
For a moment at that dinner table, I forgot the wheelchair. I forgot the wolf I lost. I forgot the shame. I forgot every damn thing that broke me.
All I saw… all I felt… was them.
I almost cried, God, I almost cried right there at the table, but I forced myself to breathe steadily, to hold it in. I did not want the boys thinking their father was weak.
So I focused on them alone. I ignored everyone else. Levi's stare. Louis's guilt. Olivia's teary eyes.
They did not exist to me. Only my boys did.
