They say when one enjoys themselves, time feels like it is on fast forward.
Meeting the twins and their abrupt entrance into Lola’s life felt like hours ago. Today, they were going to leave with their father. Thinking about it, a bittersweet smile appeared on Lola’s face as she stood in the empty kitchen.
Last night, she fell asleep with the twins and sent Silo away so he wouldn’t disturb their quality time. Hence, she woke up early and dedicated her remaining hours with them because, in a few hours, she would have to give them back to their father.
"Maybe..." she whispered, smacking her lips as she forced a smile. "Just maybe."
Maybe this was the world trying to make up for what it had taken from her, giving her a chance for closure. Chacha and Second might not be hers, but they melted her heart like no other. No matter how much she liked kids and how gentle she was with them, there was just something about those twins that touched her heart in a way no one else ever had.
Perhaps this chaotic situation with them, something she never expected—even in her wildest imagination—wasn’t a coincidence. As twisted and cruel as it may sound, perhaps this world simply wanted to give her closure so she could bid farewell to them.
A farewell she couldn’t have with her own child.
"Don’t think too much about it." Lola slapped her cheeks to wake herself from any spiraling emotions in her chest. She nodded, a smile on her face. "Who knows? I probably can keep in touch with them."
The twins’ father might be on the gray line in her eyes, but he was still their parent.
With that thought in mind, Lola reached for the apron and started working in the kitchen to make the best breakfast for the twins.
****
Minutes later...
"Wow..." Chacha and Second’s eyes twinkled, staring at the cute faces designed on the eggs and other dishes. It was much better than the gourmet food they would make.
Lola smiled in satisfaction, leaning against the table. "Do you like it?"
"Mhm! Mommy is the best!" Second cheered. "I like it so much, I don’t want to eat it!"
Chacha frowned. "I don’t want to eat it, too."
Lola’s face twitched at their disappointed frowns. She gazed at the breakfast, thinking it was the twins’ way of saying they didn’t like it.
"Uhm... I can make a new one if you don’t like them..."
"Mommy, we like it, but they’re so pretty. I don’t want to ruin the breakfast you made for us," Second clarified, his frown deepening.
"Second and Chacha like Mommy so much and everything she does. Can we keep this instead? I don’t want to eat it."
Lola pursed her lips as her eyes softened. She reached out and gently stroked their heads.
"It’s alright," she hummed. "I’ll make you more. I’d be more worried if you starve. Your father will get angry."
The twins blinked, asking in unison. "Mommy will make more for us?"
"Yep."
"Every day?" Then they added, "Forever and ever?"
"..." Lola bit her tongue, hiding her answer with a smile. "Sure."
"Yey~!"
Hearing that, the twins had no qualms picking up their cutlery and eating heartily. Lola smiled wearily, enjoying the sight of them as they ate. The twins had quite the appetite, and watching them eat made Lola’s stomach grumble.
They do understand that I’m giving them back to their father, right?
At least, I told them, she thought, chewing her food mildly.
What a coincidence, she mentally hummed, eyes fixed on the kids. Their father’s name... shared that man’s name.
One was because there was no news about the said man anymore; the last she’d heard, he had stepped down from a high position in one of the most powerful and biggest business empires in Anteca. And second, she heard... he was gay.
Surely, this entire coincidence is like the world telling me to look back.
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy!