Genius Triplets' Matchmaking Mission: Hiring A CEO Daddy

Sarah's POV

Luca blinked, snapping out of it. "Ah! Mommy, sorry. What did you say?"

I smiled and repeated the question, softer this time. "Will you play the piano at Dragon's Festival?"

He paused for a second, then nodded. "Hmm. Yes. I will."

I tilted my head, studying him. That was... decisive. Too decisive. He hadn't seemed interested before, so what had changed?

Even Lilly's brows shot up. "So you changed your mind!" she laughed, immediately turning up the volume, her song blaring from the car speakers like a victory anthem.

Lilly might have been the adult, technically. But you'd never know it from the way she acted. Her baby face never showed that she was already 27! To be honest… Life would be painfully boring without her. And definitely duller if she ever decided to act her age.

I stared out the window, just like the kids, momentarily stunned.

Wow! S City had changed.

It was still as lively and chaotic as ever, but now... it was bigger, sleeker, more advanced. The skyline had exploded, and the streets pulsed with energy.

Leo was going to love this place. So much new tech, so much to explore.

And that reminded me, I needed to be extra careful about what he picked up. With a brain like his, one curious thought could spiral into a full-scale operation of a mess. 

As we pulled into the driveway, I spotted a deliveryman waiting near the garage.

I arched a brow at Leo. Of course. The food had arrived before we did. He met my stare with a cool shrug, completely unapologetic. Well, he was hungry. I couldn't blame him. My son always had his priorities in order.

"Hey," Leo said suddenly, glancing sideways at Luca, "are you still mad at us?" His tone was casual, way too casual. I narrowed my eyes.

The three of them had been acting strange all morning. Quiet, plotting.

I opened the car door and helped them out, fully expecting to walk into some ridiculous scheme in the next twelve hours. Honestly, I didn't mind. Their little tricks, their so-called "missions"... they were harmless. Adorable, even. Still, I sometimes wondered if they were growing up too fast. Life was different for them, faster, louder, more complicated. When I was their age, we had all the time to be kids.

But mine? They were already learning to navigate adult things, like my work, my time, and the value of quiet sacrifices. It broke my heart a little. They were so understanding or even too understanding. We hadn't taken a proper vacation in over a year. And they never complained.

"We'll talk later, not a good time when it's food time," Luna whispered, her voice hushed as she glanced between her brothers. She was careful. Always trying not to let me catch on when they were plotting… But here's the thing kids never realize:

All moms have built-in radar. Especially when their kids are up to something underground.

"Ah, ma'am! Pizza and steamed buns delivery, Ms. Li?"

The guy in the red uniform blinked at Lilly, holding out the bags. She tilted her head, dumbfounded, blinking. "What? No, I don't eat pizza. I'm on a die—t..."

Her voice trailed off mid-word. It hit her.

Who else would've ordered food before we even walked into the house?

I was already giggling, glancing at the culprit. Leo stood there with his phone in hand, eyes sparkling, mouth practically watering.

"Yes, sir!" he chirped. "I just paid. Thanks for the fast delivery!"

Of course.

Leo was the foodie among the three, and steamed buns were his ultimate comfort food. The only thing he'd been talking about was: Trying the best local buns, ever since we landed.

Lilly stared at him, jaw dropping in disbelief. She hadn't seen the kids in person for a whole year, just tearful video calls. The growth spurts were real. The delivery guy handed the bags straight to Lilly with a grin. "Thanks for the tip, little man!" And just like that, he vanished.

Lilly turned to me, wide-eyed, arms full of food like she'd been ambushed by carbs. 

I smirked. "Welcome back to motherhood." Then I winked, drawing out the next word with exaggerated sweetness. "You're not on a diet anymore... Auntie."

Not entirely a joke. I knew my best friend. She wouldn't last five minutes once those three tiny food demons started devouring buns like it was their last meal on Earth. And pizza, it wasn't for them. He ordered Auntie's favorite food, How was she going to resist? No way in hell she could!

…

"Luca, love. Are you alright?" I asked as we sat around the dining table.

Across from me, Leo and Luna were eating like tiny chickens, heads down, chomping fast like someone might steal their food any second. Even Gray, their fluffy kitten, was giving them judgmental side-eyes from the corner while eating its food slowly.

Luca, though… He just stared at his plate, ate it two buns, slowly poking his food with the chopstick.

"Oh, Mommy. I'm not hungry."

His voice was soft, flat, too quiet. My chest tightened.

Whatever that man had said to my son earlier... it hadn't left his mind. And if fate ever let me cross paths with him again? He'd better pray he walked away with all his teeth.

I leaned in and pressed a palm to Luca's forehead. "Hm. No fever," I murmured. "Is the food not good?" I knew it was perfect. Leo had ordered it from a high-ranking nearby restaurant. 

He shook his head quickly. "No, the food's fine. I'm just tired. The flight was boring."

Tired, huh?

"Alright, sweetheart. Let's get you into bed for a bit."

"Mommy," Leo called out with a mouthful, "what about bathing?"

I glanced back at him. Oh, Leo. That little trick again.

"I know you hate baths," I teased. "Let your brother take a nap first. I'll deal with you later tonight." I made a monster gesture, and he rolled his eyes and frowned but was immediately distracted by another bite of food. "Mmm... delicious!"

I rolled my eyes, shooting a sideways glance at Lilly, who was munching pizza at the exact same speed as the kids.

I snapped my fingers at her and grinned. "See? What did I say?"

Lilly groaned, her mouth full. "I hate that you know me too well. Diet plan failed, I remain curvy. My fans like it too."

Chuckling, I helped Luca up and walked him to their shared room. It would be tight until I found us a bigger place, but for now, it would do.

Once I'd helped him change into his soft cotton pajamas with cartoon polar-bear patterns, I sat down at the edge of the bed.

"Luca," I asked gently, brushing a curl from his forehead, "is there something you want to tell Mommy?"

He blinked at me, then looked away, his reaction struck my heart. I had never seen him like this, and his answer was so calm. "No, Mommy."

Gods! Alexander Song! You'll pay for this.