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Miranda grinned "You know, the twins have only ever thrown one tantru"

"It’s true We were at McDonald’s when they had their arbage, they kept screa, and I proved that I don’t make idle threats To this day, they haven’t acted out in public again"

The waitress burst out laughing "Good for you" With another sot there And your kids are adorable"

Seth felt all the color drain from his face

"Oh," Miranda said quickly, "They’re not--"

"They’re not my kids," he blurted out

An eosh I’m sorry I just assumed…"

"They’re not my kids," he repeated, his tone much sharper than he’d intended

Next to him, he felt Miranda stiffen

"Myoff, red-faced

Silence descended over the booth

Seth cleared his throat "Miranda…"

"Woice" Bitterness lined her tone "Did you really need to deny it twice, Seth?"

Fucking hell That second round of "they’re not otten caught off-guard To be mistaken for a father…the twins’ father…a shiver of fear ran through hi to s very clear"

"I’ it twice, okay? I shouldn’t have done that"

"Is it so awful that ere mistaken for a family?"

He faltered "No It’s just…"

"It’s just what?"

Shit, he needed a cigarette And his head was killing hi loud?

She shook her head, her hazel eyes flickering ith an expression he couldn’t for the life of him make out "This was a bad idea," she said softly

"Miranda…"

"You know I’ht It was a bad idea We’re not a family, Seth You’re not my children’s father You’re the "

If he weren’t already battling confusion, unease and a strange jolt of terror, he would’ve been offended by the tiny twinge of scorn that accompanied that last word