Eugene teared up before his voice broke. “No. Even if we have children of our own down the line, they’ll never replace North. North led you to me. Without him, there won’t be us. He’s special. And he’s my son.”
Olivia chuckled. “You should tell that to North. He’d be ecstatic. When I first came to treat Grandpa, North kept telling me that you should be my boyfriend, and I said no. I said you’re a villain, so I won’t ever date you. He told me your hugs are warm, though. He’s been matching us up all this time. It was then I knew that no matter how much I could give him, it would never be the same as having a father in his life.”
He held her in his embrace and kissed her forehead. “It’s my fault for losing you guys. I’ll make up for it.” She snorted. “And how will you do that?”
“Say what you want, and I’ll do it for you,” he said. Olivia held his hands. His fingers were long and beautiful, just like a pianist’s. “Can you play the piano?”
Eugene didn’t understand why she asked, but he answered, “Yes, but it’s been a while since I last played.” She was surprised; she thought that all the dangers in his life would have robbed him of
the time to learn the piano. She didn’t expect anything when she asked that since it was just to trip him up, but he said he could actually play. “Really?” He nodded. “My mother sent me to all kinds of classes when I was a kid.”
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