," Matteo answered. Ella took the kids to school. I watched her leave after kissing the twins. I was patient watching them from a distance. Lorenzo chased the ball, his dark

are yours." "I don't believe Matteo. I know," I replied, taking one last look at the kids from the tinted window. "Drive," I commanded and the driver started the car's engine. I stayed at home, sipping wine through the night until I was drunk by morning. Matteo walked in, holding a brown envelope. I looked at him, tired and wondered what he wanted. "The result, sir," he said, handing the envelope. I grabbed the envelope, tearing the top open and pulled out the paper. Immediately, I became sober. It was true. They were my kids. The result read ninety nine and nine percent possibility. Alessia had lied to me. How dare she? "The doctor said he conducted the test twice. They're really yours," Matteo added. I smiled, feeling happier than I had ever felt in years. I was a father. "Yes, I am," I said, raising my gaze to meet him. "How about I pay the mother of my children a visit?" ******* I walked in, straightening my silky black shirt as I opened the door. I threw the envelope in my hand at her. "What's that?" Alessia asked. "Why don't you see for yourself?" I asked, watching her. She picked up the large envelope and opened it, pulling out the paper. I took pleasure watching her face register the shock. "How...how did you?" She asked. "I have my ways. Luckily, I didn't have to wait long as your friend registered them in school earlier," I answered. Her eyes burnt with anger and hatred and she threw the paper. "Stay away from my kids!" "Now, that's where you're wrong Alessia. They're my kids," I answered, walking closer to her. "What did I tell you? If they're mine, I'm taking them," I repeated. "No," she muttered. "You can't take my kids from me!"