Once the day rose, Lola was woken up by the twins’ bubbly morning greetings. Thankfully, before she finally passed out last night, she had put on clothes — a habit she had learned to keep, knowing the twins always barged into her bedroom early in the morning.
"Oh, babies~" her voice came out coarse as she welcomed the children into her arms lazily. "Good morning, my babies~"
And as usual, the twins took the space between her and Atlas, nearly kicking him off the bed. If not for his morning threat the second they climbed in, he would’ve already been thrown out of the mattress.
They had a flight today for their honeymoon, but there was no rush.
The family of four lazed in bed the entire morning, as if their vacation had already begun. Lola listened happily as the twins recounted the dreams they had — dreams where they apparently saved the entire universe. According to them, they shared the same dream.
Lola wasn’t sure if they were making it up or if their imaginations really worked in sync. But it didn’t matter. She engaged with them, even though her body wanted to remain paralyzed after all the "activity" last night.
While the trio lounged comfortably, Atlas left for a moment to bring breakfast to the bed.
Truly, a slow morning. A slow start to the day — one no one complained about.
When lunch approached, a knock came at the door. It was Butler Jen — the Bennet family’s head butler — calling them for the midday meal. Jessa and Allison had cooked for everyone. So they came down, arriving to see the entire family already gathered at the long dining table, ready to eat together.
Unlike usual, the table was full. Everyone was present — even Amala, Haji, and Silo were there. Somehow, Amala had gotten along well with the ladies of the family and looked more at home than expected. As for Haji, he was busy trying to snap Silo back to his senses.
Surprisingly, not only was Slater trying to diss Silo, but Finn seemed to have gotten along with Haji. The two talked from time to time, like they had known each other for years.
A soft chuckle escaped Lola as she watched the table filled with chatter. Her eyes lingered on Amala, Haji, and Silo.
They even welcomed my friends, she thought, her gaze softening. Her friends looked at home with Atlas’s family.
See, Lola? You don’t have to worry about anything.
"Dear, you should eat plenty." Allison’s voice snapped her back to reality. "Your Aunt Jessa is watching."
"I am watching, always," Jessa smirked from beside her. "Eat. You need to be rounder, like Penny — the little beggar."
Lola chuckled and nodded, only for Charles to chime in.
"Just enjoy the food," he reassured her. "Don’t mind Jessa. I can handle her."
"Oh?" Jessa arched a brow. "You would, huh?"
"She listens to her big brother," he added confidently, completely ignoring her.
Jessa scoffed and leaned forward. "Ali, your husband. He’s getting on my nerves."
"Jessa, how can you be so low?" Charles scrunched his face at her, glaring. But when he turned to his wife, his expression instantly melted into something soft and obedient. "Honey, darling, sweetheart, you should stop hanging out with her. She’s a bad influence."
And that started an endless bickering session between Charles and Jessa. Lola knew they weren’t related by blood, but they treated each other like siblings. Hence, even at this age, they still fought like children.
Lola mentally laughed. Their children would definitely grow up bickering like this — Penny and Slater were already showing early signs.
Allison sighed heavily and looked at Lola. "See my problem, dear?" she hummed. "Just ignore them—"
She paused, then finally turned to her husband and Jessa. "Enough now, you two. Charles, stop fighting her."


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