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.
