Chapter 11 - Moving four identical six year old boys into a luxury Fifth Avenue penthouse as their father tries to earn forgiveness.
Two days later, a fleet of black moving vans pulled up to the grand entrance of a Fifth Avenue penthouse.
Julian personally opened the doors for Maya and the four boys, showing them into the light-filled, thousand-square-foot home.
"This floor is entirely yours, Maya; no managers, no mother, and no cameras allowed without your personal permission," Julian promised.
The four boys sprinted across the polished hardwood floors, marveling at the sweeping views of Central Park outside the windows.
"Look, Mommy! There's a giant playground right down there!" shouted Sam, pointing his small finger against the clean glass.
Maya walked out onto the balcony, feeling the crisp Manhattan breeze blow her hair as Julian stepped up beside her.
"I know I can never undo the seven years I missed, Maya... but I will spend the rest of my life trying," Julian said gently.
Maya looked into his eyes, seeing real remorse instead of the arrogant corporate playboy who had abandoned her long ago.
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"You don't have to apologize to me, Julian; you just have to be a real father to those four little boys," she replied.
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