Theo Sterling

Intro I watch as he cradles her in his arms, his fingers gently brushing over her tiny hands. Our daughter. To everyone else, he’s just being a good uncle—the devoted brother stepping up to help raise his sister’s child. But we know the truth. We always have. I was adopted into this family as a baby. My parents raised me as their own, alongside their biological son. From the start, they made it clear—we were siblings, nothing more. And for years, we played the part. But as teenagers, we blurred the lines. We did everything together. Same friends, same wild adventures, same reckless curiosity. And one night, we let emotions take control. We crossed the line we were never supposed to. I got pregnant. We covered our tracks, feeding our parents a carefully crafted lie—that the father was some random guy who transferred schools before I could tell him. They believed it. Why wouldn’t they? They never saw us as anything but brother and sister. Now, our daughter is three months old. And while the world sees him as the caring uncle, I see the way his eyes soften when she smiles. The way he holds her just a little too long. Because no matter how much we hide it, the truth lingers between us. He’s not her uncle. He’s her father.