"First Brother, hurry!" Slater yelled as he jogged ahead. "Come on, guys! Faster!"
"Daddy, Mommy, hurry!" the twins cried, dragging their parents as they looked back at them. "Uncle Best said if we don’t hurry, we won’t get the best spot!"
But as they were saying that, Chacha almost tripped. Thankfully, Atlas was holding her hand and pulled her up, saving her from a fall.
"Chacha, are you okay?!" Second shouted, watching his sister now floating slightly as their father held her hand.
Chacha blinked and then blinked again, as if trying to process what had just happened. Meanwhile, Atlas shook his head, his brows rising as he glanced around them. Many other people — families, groups of friends, lovers — were heading in the same direction as they were.
After all, the highlight of the theme park was its magical fireworks. Hence, many were heading to the area, and Slater was hurrying to secure the best spot. But with this crowd now moving along, walking past the four of them, it would only get more crowded soon.
When his eyes landed on his daughter, he wordlessly pulled her, and before Chacha knew it, she was already in her father’s arms.
"Hold tight," he said, making her lock her little arms around his neck. Atlas then squatted down, head turning to his son. "Come here."
Second, who was holding Lola’s hand, nodded without complaint. Jumping onto his father’s back, he clutched his father’s shoulder blades.
Watching this, Lola knitted her brows. In his arms was his daughter, and then his son on his back. It was a sight Lola hadn’t imagined, no matter how wild her imagination could be. Yet, the twins were holding him as if this were not the first time.
"It’s getting crowded," he said, snapping her out of her thoughts. "It’ll be troublesome if they suddenly get swept by the crowd."
"Ah..."
"You too."
"Huh?" Lola cocked her head, watching him tilt his head down a little. When she didn’t get what he was trying to imply, the twins pointed at his arm.
"Mommy, you need to hold on to our daddy," Chacha spelled it out, and then Second explained, "He will protect us, and so you don’t get lost."
I’m not going to get lost, and even if I do, I know where we parked.
But Lola kept that natural reply in her head to herself. She darted her eyes between their faces before she reached out, pinching Atlas’ sleeve. But with that hold, he let out a deep exhale.
"Not like that," he said. "Hold tight."
"Like this?" she widened her pinch, but his expression deadpanned. That was when Lola hooked her hand around his arm in panic. "Like this, right?"
Atlas glanced at her hand before a brief smile turned up on his face. It disappeared quickly, though. Meeting her gaze once more, a look of satisfaction flickered in his eyes.
"Just like that."
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"This is the best spot!" Slater intoned, stretching his arms and legs wide to claim the space. "Hey, this is my space — step in here and you’ll see hell."
Damn it! How did they know me!? Are they stalkers?! Obsessed with me?
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