Too Late To Love Me I Already Left With His Twins (Lydia and Dave) novel Chapter 138

The “M” hanging lower than every other letter.

Perfect. 1

Absolutely perfect.

“Oh my God,” I laughed immediately, pressing my hand against my chest. “Did you two stay up past bedtime?”

The silence that followed was deeply incriminating.

Eli pointed at Ava instantly.

“She was the mastermind.”

Overheated

+20 Bonus

Ava gasped. “Traitor.”

You literally said sleep schedules are a social construct.”

“Because they are.

I stared at both of them.

Then at the cake again.

Then back at them.

And something inside me softened so quickly it almost hurt.

“My babies,” I muttered.

Ava immediately shoved a paper plate into my hand while Eli stood there vibrating with excitement.

“We made it ourselves,” Ava announced proudly.

“That explains the aggressive frosting situation,” I said carefully.

Eli looked offended. “It’s abstract art.”

“Ah yes,

“I nodded seriously. “Vanilla chaos.”

They laughed instantly.

Then both started talking over each other trying to explain how they made the cake, why the icing melted, why Eli almost dropped it twice, and why Ava banned him from touching the decorations after “the candle incident.’

I honestly barely understood half the story.

But I listened anyway.

Because moments like this mattered.

And somewhere in the middle of their chaotic explanation, I realized something quietly devastating:

This was my life. 4)

Messy.

By the time I finally got into bed, sleep refused to come.

My brain kept replaying Marcus’s face in the restaurant. 3

That sentence.

I hope he’s worth it.

The irritation in his voice.

The disappointment.

The exhaustion.

Then somehow my mind drifted toward Dave too.

Dave showing up consistently.

Dave learning the children carefully.

I groaned loudly into my pillow.

“Jeez.”

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