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Logan's POV

I couldn't ignore the thought of Emma and her children, no, my children. I was so sure of it, and this belief kept me thinking of ways to get closer to them without making Emma feel forced. I knew she was uncomfortable with my presence in her house, but that wouldn't stop me. If she couldn't accept my presence well, then I had to find another way to be near them, even from a distance.

The past few days, I started to keep an eye on Emma's movements. I wanted to know what her routine was like, how she took care of her four children, and maybe, find a way to get close to her. I spent most of my time in the car, hiding in an inconspicuous corner of the street, watching her every step. I felt like a stalker, but I didn't care. This was all for their good, and maybe for my own.

Mornings were usually the busiest time for Emma. I saw her leaving the house with her four children Adney, Adolf, Ainsley, and Allonza, carrying a large bag filled with school supplies. Allonza, always