"Mommy…"
"Mommy, wake up."
Lola groaned, her brows crinkling at the light shake on her body. Slowly, her eyes cracked open, catching two little heads hovering over her. She blinked and blinked, her brows rising when Chacha and Second's faces came into view.
"Good morning, Mommy!"
"Morning, Mommy!"
As usual, the twins beamed and showered her with kisses. When they drew their heads back, Lola just blinked, confusion clear on her face.
"Chacha, Second," she whispered. "What are you—"
"I told you your mother is still sleeping."
Lola stopped as her breath hitched, whipping her eyes in the direction of the voice. There, coming from the walk-in closet, was her husband, already in his suit and tie.
"I allowed you in, and you promised you wouldn't bother her," came his cold voice, scolding their children in his usual tone that made it hard for anyone to discern what mood he was even in. "She's tired."
"Huh?"
