Idiotic Father

Jude POV

The pain in her eyes hit me unexpectedly.

“No,” she said fiercely. “They are our kids, Jude. I told you before, and I’ll tell you again. I love all three of you.”

I stared, my anger slipping away faster than quicksand. “What?”

She nodded, looking furious. “You heard me. They aren’t just your kids. They are mine, too. You can’t call them yours when you see fit. They are always ours, yours, and mine. Maybe not by blood, but I’d bleed for them all the same. So don’t talk to me like these two kids don’t mean anything to me when they mean everything. Just like their stubborn, idiotic father.”

It was the first time Isadora had insulted me. The first time, she’d gotten loud, almost screaming. Her anger didn’t kindle my own like it had done with Josephine in the past, because Isadora’s words were the best thing I’d ever heard. My thoughts tumbled over each other. Still, a small silver of doubt remained, as if my fucked-up mind couldn’t accept that someone as good, as kind, and as lov