"...how could you not remember?"
Lola’s brows furrowed in confusion. "Remember what?"
Atlas’s mouth parted, but before he could speak, his phone lit up on the counter. He clicked his tongue.
"Answer it first," she said, pinching his shirt with a small smile. "And I forgive you."
"It’s not important."
"Has your phone ever rung for unimportant things?" She wiggled her brows. "Go. Let’s talk later. I also have something to say, but... I don’t think I’m ready yet."
Atlas studied her face, sighed, and gave in. He nodded, walked back, and picked up the phone. When he saw the name on the screen, his brows knit. He glanced at her, and she gave him a nod.
"Go."
Without another word, he quietly stepped onto the balcony connected to the kitchen. Lola watched him go, smacking her lips as she thought about what he’d said.
Her heart had ached at first, but it faded the moment he apologized.
"It’s not like I don’t know he didn’t mean it that way," she whispered with a laugh. "He’s always like that."
She paused, replaying his words. "How could I not remember? What’s he talking about?"
Tilting her head, she tried to recall if he’d mentioned something recently that she’d forgotten. After a minute of wracking her brain, she shook her head.
"I’ll just ask him later," she muttered. She poured herself another glass of water, put the pitcher back in the fridge, only to freeze when the balcony door swung open. Atlas walked past her in a hurry.
"I’ll be back tonight," he said after a quick glance.
"Oh..." She blinked as he left the dining area. "I guess it was important, after all."
Much to her surprise, Atlas reappeared at the entrance, striding toward her.
"I’ll be back," he repeated, stopping right in front of her. He pressed a quick peck to her lips, drew back, and looked her in the eye. "Wait for me. We’ll talk once I come back."
"Uh... okay?"
Lola pursed her lips and nodded blankly, staring after him even after he was gone. Slowly, she touched her lips, and a smile tugged at the corners.
"Forgiven," she whispered with a chuckle before grimacing. "Damn it. I’ll really cry if he breaks up with me."
*****
Slater yawned loudly as he stepped out of the master bedroom. He had just put the twins and quadruplets to sleep, sung them a lullaby in his angelic voice, and even given them a standing-ovation performance.
"Felt like I just finished a world tour," he muttered mid-yawn.
Jogging downstairs to grab a few things before bunking with the kids, he froze in the living area. Lola sat on the couch, staring blankly at the TV.
"The TV’s on, but she’s not even watching," he whispered.
He jumped onto the couch beside her. "Sis, hello? Earth to Lola?"
She blinked, glanced at him, then sighed and turned back to the TV.
"Sis, did you and my brother fight? You look like the world just ended!" He leaned forward. "Where is he, anyway?"
"He got a phone call and said he’d be back," she answered lazily.
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