Archie’s POV
Daddy is definitely in love with Lincoln.
Ethan's whisper echoed in my head like a gavel striking wood, refusing to leave.
I told myself it was absurd. They were eight-year-old boys who watched animated fairy tales and thought every friendship was either a rivalry or a romance. But all through the next morning, as I watched Lincoln move around the house—handing Evan his toast, laughing as Ethan demonstrated an awkward karate kick, setting down a fresh mug of black coffee right in front of me with a steady, quiet nod—the childish words felt less like nonsense and more like an indictment.
Was it just physical? Was it just a repressed curiosity, a sudden, inconvenient attraction to a handsome man who challenged me?
Or was it the terrifying reality that my chest physically ac
