Lola and Atlas stared at each other, subtle smiles playing on their faces. Just moments ago, her heart had been blazing, ready to jump in her car and pay Derek a visit. Normally, Lola would have let it pass. But this was different—he had scolded the twins, simply because he knew they were hers.
Yet, Atlas’s calm query had extinguished her anger before it even started.
Meanwhile, the twins and Slater darted glances between Lola and Atlas. A mischievous smile crept across their faces until the twins’ giggles snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Mommy, do you have a crush on Father Sir?" Chacha whispered in her ear, making Lola’s breath hitch. Her cheeks warmed as Second added, "Mommy, Father Sir said he had a crush on you."
"Goodness, you two—"
"They’re not lying," Slater cut in, leaning close. "He even said that to me."
Unlike her mild approach with the twins, Lola glared at him. Her death stare, as if she were quietly summoning the Grim Reaper, made Slater flinch.
"Wha—what? What did I do this time?" he gasped.
"Slater, just in case you haven’t heard, I already know that you’ve torn down all the rooms in this place."
"Ahh..." Slater giggled, fluttering his eyes coquettishly like a fox. "You’re welcome, sis. How do you like your new room?"
"You—"
"Ahh, Mommy~!" The twins clung to her. "We’re still so scared. Even Uncle Baby was very scared; the aunties in the units below tried to console him."
"What?"
"Baby is quite popular among the neighbors," Atlas explained flatly, enjoying his time with his kids and brother without them clinging to him. "They said he fits his name."
Lola’s face contorted in surprise. She didn’t even know her neighbors, yet Baby was already friends with them? When had this happened?
"We want to sleep with Mommy tonight~," Second hummed, pressing his soft cheek against hers. "But we also want to stay with Father Sir, so he protects us too."
"I also want to watch a movie~," Chacha said, pressing her cheek against Lola’s other side. "Mommy, should we watch something too? Maybe that will comfort us."
"Me too, sis!" Slater jumped to her side, hugging Lola and the twins. "That guy is very scary! His face is something I can’t unsee—my beautiful eyes are tainted! Even bleach won’t cleanse it!"
Trapped between the twins, with Slater as the last line of defense, Lola turned to Atlas. He offered a subtle smile and a shrug. Another deep breath escaped her as she nodded.
"Fine..." she hummed, watching them release her just enough to look at her. "Let’s watch a movie, okay?"
"Yey~! Mommy is the best~!" the twins cheered, followed by Slater, "Sis! You’re the best~! You’re going to be my favorite sister-in-law for sure!"
I don’t think your other sister-in-law will love to hear that.
*****
Lola had once had a family when Loren was still alive. A traditional family normally consisted of a mother, a father, and children. But Lawrence had always been absent from her life. Her father was alive, but she had never truly felt his presence.
Still, Lola wouldn’t say she had never experienced family. When Loren was alive, even when Loren had fallen sick, she had made sure Lola felt the presence of a family—even if it was just the two of them.
How does a normal family eat? What do they do in ordinary times? What are weekends like? On quiet, boring nights, do families just wait for the next big thing they look forward to? Or do they create one?
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