[Warning: The chapter contains mature content. Proceed with caution.]
"What are you doing?" Lola asked in a whisper-yell, watching Atlas kneel on that extended bed.
He paused, arms reaching out toward Second's sleeping figure. "Move him."
"He's sleeping."
"And?" He blinked and resumed, carefully taking his son in his arms and moving him to the other bed. "Don't worry. Once they sleep, they sleep like logs."
Probably got that from their mother.
Lola's face twitched as she watched him carefully move to Chacha. Even in this dim light, it couldn't hide her disbelief. Once there was enough space between the twins and Lola, Atlas jumped out of the bed and stood beside hers.
"Move." He jerked his chin, raising his brows. "I'll sleep on this side."
"Ah…" she laughed awkwardly, pushing herself to sit up and scoot over. "Then I'll probably move to the other side because Second might fall—"
