"Mommy, did Uncle Best bother you today?" Chacha asked, staring at Lola curiously.
"What?" Lola furrowed her brows slightly as she laughed, seated on the edge of the bed while tucking the twins in. "Why do you think he bothered me?"
"Because Mommy looks a little... stressed," Second answered, staring at Lola’s elevating makeup skills. "Mommy looks like she was thinking of a lot of things when you put that makeup on."
"It’s pretty, though," Chacha mused. "Mommy is always pretty."
"And Mommy is always the best for me," Second added.
Hearing their simultaneous insult and comfort made her laugh and quietly tear up. But she didn’t let that matter for now. Although Slater had been a presence she had to manage, constantly complaining, he hadn’t gotten in her way and stayed in the car when told to behave.
"Your uncle is really nice," she said with a smile. "He didn’t bother me at all. How about you? Did you have a good day at the office?"
"Mhm. Father Sir told us to join the board meeting because he didn’t want to," Second explained innocently. "So, Chacha and I sang for them."
"They said we’re really good, Mommy," Chacha smiled proudly. "We had a standing ovation."
"Hah... ah... really?" Lola laughed awkwardly, darting her eyes between the two. She could just imagine them standing on the conference room table and putting on a concert in front of the Summit Partners board members just because their father didn’t want to attend the meeting.
"My babies are so good," she mused, reaching out to stroke their heads. "How about I sing for you tonight?"
Their eyes instantly lit up at her suggestion.
"Like a lullaby?" Second asked in awe, watching Lola nod. "Okay!"
The twins lay properly, hands over the blanket, their eyes fixed on Lola. She cleared her throat, reaching for the night lamp to dim it.
"Ahem," she cleared her throat, starting with a soft hum before singing them a soothing lullaby.
Lola had been out all day, and when she came back, it was almost the children’s bedtime. Thankfully, they were sleeping in her room tonight, as she felt she needed their presence after a long day of work.
Just when she thought the twins had fallen asleep, she stopped singing. But they suddenly opened their hands and clapped.
"Wow, Mommy’s so good~" Chacha cheered in awe.
"I can listen to you all night and break our bedtime for you."
Lola chuckled, biting her tongue, and sighed. "You two worked hard today," she hummed. "So, no skipping bedtime."
She instinctively glanced at the bedside clock and noticed it was past their bedtime already. When Chacha and Second had first arrived, they had gone to sleep at the exact time, like how Cinderella had to rush home by midnight.
"Chacha, Second, it’s already past your bedtime," she pointed out, her eyes falling on them. "You should sleep now."
"Our bedtime now is different because we’re with Father Sir," Second explained. "So, we can listen to Mommy sing more."
Chacha nodded eagerly.
"..." Not that Lola had a problem with that, but she was curious. "Why is your bedtime different now that your dad is here?"
"Because Father Sir is our antidote!" they answered in unison. "Otherwise, we will become monsters, and we’ll get eaten by the monster under the bed if we stay up after our bedtime."
I get it now, she thought. I didn’t know this trick works on kids to make them sleep on time.
Eventually, the two of them started yawning as their eyes grew heavy. They tried to fight for consciousness, but they eventually fell asleep.
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