All Chapters of Too Late To Love Me: I Already Left With His Twins: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Lydia POVJust like I predicted the night before, something indeed happened on the day before their big six.Something I never expected.Motherhood had this strange way of humbling you immediately after confidence. The moment you started thinking maybe you finally had things under control, life would laugh softly in your face and remind you that children were fragile little humans before they were your happiness.That morning, I woke up excited.Excited enough that I had gone to bed smiling the previous night.One day to six.The final countdown gift.I had spent almost two weeks planning it because I wanted the last gift before their birthday to mean something deeper than excitement. Something that would stay with them years from now when they were older and life became less soft.A few nights ago, while researching child emotional development because apparently motherhood had turned me into a part time psychologist, I stumbled across several studies discussing emotional security in

Lydia POV Marcus shook his head immediately. “Lydia. Kids get sick.” “But tomorrow is their birthday.” “And tomorrow can still happen.” I looked down at my hands. “What if I have to cancel everything?” “You won’t.” “You don’t know that.” “No,” he admitted softly. “But I know you. And I know those kids are loved enough to survive one rough day.” The silence after that felt softer somehow. Less suffocating. Marcus stayed far longer than I expected him to. Not in an intrusive way. Not in that dramatic “I am here to save you” type of way either. He simply stayed. Marcus leaned back slightly on the couch and said casually, “Do you know Eli once told me octopuses are probably secretly running the government?” I blinked. “What?” “He was very serious about it too,” Marcus continued with a straight face. “He said humans underestimate sea creatures because they cannot pay taxes.” A laugh escaped me before I could stop it. A small one. Weak. But still a laugh. Marcus point

Lydia POV“Hm?”“If sharks had jobs, what jobs would they do?”I blinked slowly.“What?”“I think sharks would work in finance.”Ava nodded from the couch.“That feels accurate.”Then thirty minutes later:“Mom.”“What now?”“If aliens came to Earth and saw chickens first, do you think they’d respect humanity?”By 2 a.m., I genuinely considered pretending to faint too.Eventually I pointed toward the door dramatically.“Please leave my room.”Eli gasped.“You’re kicking out a recovering patient?”“You have been asleep all day,” I reminded him. “Meanwhile I am fighting for my life.”Ava laughed.“He’s medically annoying now.”Finally around 4 a.m., Eli fell asleep beside me while still halfway through a sentence about whether penguins had social anxiety.And I stayed awake anyway.Watching him breathe.Watching both twins sleep peacefully beside each other.Every now and then checking his forehead again.Just in case.Outside, the sky slowly began shifting toward dawn.And that was whe

Lydia POVThe kids leaned in instantly.“Who here came for cake?”Every child screamed.The adults laughed immediately.“And who came because school is stressful and free food heals pain?”Now even parents were laughing.Within minutes he had every child completely engaged.He introduced the twins like celebrities walking into an awards show.“Please make some noise for tonight’s stars! The brilliant! The chaotic! The iconic birthday duo themselves… AVA AND ELI!”Music blasted immediately.The twins walked in dramatically from opposite sides of the garden because apparently they had secretly rehearsed this.Ava waved elegantly.Eli bowed like he was accepting an Oscar.Children lost their minds screaming.The MC clutched his chest dramatically.“Oh no. They already have main character energy at six. Society is finished.”The games started immediately after.And honestly?Children were terrifyingly competitive.The treasure hunt became war within ten minutes.Kids sprinted around the g

Lydia’s POVThe morning after the birthday party, I woke up expecting destruction.A headache.Body pain.Emotional exhaustion.At least some form of suffering after hosting what essentially became a miniature festival disguised as a children’s birthday party.Instead?Nothing.I actually felt refreshed.Which honestly felt suspicious.I stayed in bed for a few extra seconds staring at the ceiling like my body was trying to trick me into false confidence before collapsing later.But no.I genuinely felt okay.Weird.Then again, I could not even remember the last time I drank alcohol properly. Probably sometime before pregnancy. Motherhood had changed too many things too quietly for me to even notice when they happened.I eventually got up, tied my robe tighter, and walked downstairs.The entire house was spotless.Not “mostly cleaned” spotless.Professionally restored spotless.The floors gleamed. The balloons had disappeared. Gift wrapping was gone. Every trace of the previous night’