“All of us?” Tessa asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “All of you. I’m not interested in just one.”
Her mouth twitched. “What if you change your mind?”
“I won’t. You’ve had enough people do that already.”
Ruby peeked out. “Do you have snacks?”
I smiled. “Yeah, I’ve always got snacks.”
Karen laughed softly behind me.
That day, my house stopped echoing.
After court, a judge asked, “Mr. Ross, do you understand you are assuming full legal and financial responsibility for four minor children?”
“Yes, Your Honor,” I said. I was scared, but I meant it.
The day they moved in, four sets of shoes lined the door. Four backpacks dumped in a pile.
The first weeks were rough. Ruby woke up crying for her mom almost every night. I sat on the floor next to her bed until she fell asleep. Cole tested every rule.
“You’re not my real dad,” he shouted once.
“I know,” I said. “But it’s still no.”
Tessa hovered in doorways, watching me, ready to step in if she thought she had to. Owen tried to parent everyone and collapsed under the weight.
I burned dinner. I stepped on Legos. I hid in the bathroom just to breathe.
But it wasn’t all hard. Ruby fell asleep on my chest during movies. Cole brought me a crayon drawing of stick figures holding hands and said, “This is us. That’s you.”
Tessa slid me a school form and asked, “Can you sign this?” She’d written my last name after hers.
One night, Owen paused in my doorway. “Goodnight, Dad,” he said, then froze.
