The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy!

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.

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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.

For a while, the three of them enjoyed breakfast like any ordinary day.

"By the way, kids," Lola cleared her throat, and the twins were already looking at her while chewing. "Your dad reached out… he said to take you to Lion Square later at six in the evening."

She expected a big reaction, but much to her surprise, the twins simply nodded in understanding.

They do understand that I'm giving them back to their father, right?

As she watched the twins enjoy their food as if they hadn't heard her say they'd be meeting their father, Lola shrugged.

At least, I told them, she thought, chewing her food mildly.

Her mind slowly drifted to the father of the twins, and his name.

What a coincidence, she mentally hummed, eyes fixed on the kids. Their father's name… shared that man's name.

Just like Silo thought, they didn't know anyone else named Atlas. Silo and Lola might know one from high school abroad, but that was a bit too much of a coincidence. But it was impossible that the man she had in her mind was the father of the twins because of a few things:

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.

Lola snapped her eyes at the twins and smiled.

Surely, this entire coincidence is like the world telling me to look back.

Look back on the child she lost five years ago, and look back… to the time when Lola had first heard her heart racing just at the sight of a guy who never looked in her direction.

"Mommy, don't forget your earplugs later." Second's remark pulled her out of her thoughts.

"Huh?"

Chacha offered her a smile. "Mommy, you will need it so that when our Father Sir opens his mouth, you will be protected!"

"..." Lola opened and closed her mouth, torn between laughing or crying. "Haha. It's alright. I've heard the worst things—"

Just as she said that, the twins' round eyes wiggled a bit. It didn't look like they were worried about Lola politely declining their warning, but rather, they seemed to pity her so suddenly.

"Mommy, is someone bullying you?" Chacha reached her little hand to her. "Second will scold them for you."

Second nodded. "Who said mean things to you, mommy?"

"No one's bullying mommy," she clarified with a chuckle. "Don't worry about me. All I'm saying is I don't think there's anything your father could say that will affect me."

And hearing that, the look on the twins' faces crinkled a little. The doubt flickering in their eyes was so clear that Lola started to feel a little suspicious.

"It can't be that bad, right?" She asked curiously, but the twins didn't answer.

How could they say those earplugs were the lifeline of this marriage?

Lola sighed and nodded. "Fine," she relented. "Earplugs, then."

"Thanks, Mommy!" Second smiled instantly, followed by Chacha's energetic remark, "Mommy is the best!"

Another soft chuckle escaped Lola, not dwelling on the twins' insistence on wearing earplugs. After all, it couldn't be that bad, unless their father was loud, which she doubted. She'd already heard his voice, and he didn't seem the type to shout.

Little did she know, she would soon understand the reason why the earplugs were more than protection… and why the twins didn't mind seeing their father.