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“Dad, are you going to get us another drink?” Josette asked, her voice tiny. He swept her hair back while adjusting the duvet on her body.

“Yes, I am going to get you another one. Okay?” He kissed her forehead, and she closed her eyes. It was already late and they already had dinner from the mall. Tristan was trying his best for the kids. He didn't want them to feel depressed over the death of their mother. He needed them to be sure that he was going to be there for them, although he could never match up to Madine. She sacrificed a lot for them.

Jackson was the only one who didn't like him. Jackson hadn't said a word to him since he got in the house. Even now, he went to his bed, his face to the wall. They all slept in one room until they got used to the house.

“Jason, are you good?” Tristan walked over to Jason’s bed - he had three small beds in the room.

“Yes, Daddy,” Jason said.

Jackson huffed. He did this to whenever they called Tristan ‘dad’. Tristan knew this. He p