Sweet Twins Indulge in Daddy's Love novel Chapter 216

However, Nancy seemed to be in a good mood.

"Kids, I'm home!" she called out as she entered.

It was a first for her in a long time to come back home early. The kids jumped in surprise at the sound of her voice. "Mommy's back!" they yelled gleefully as they ran to her.

"Hey, sweeties," Nancy bent and opened her arms as she saw their small figures scramble to her.

Bobby and Nadia looked at up at her with expectant faces.

Gathering them in her arms, she peppered their faces with small kisses.

"Someone's in a good mood," Charles commented as he laid the dishes on the table. "Has the problem been solved?"

"Ye of little faith," Nancy answered. "You should give me a little more credit," she pouted.

"Sure, sure. Whatever you say," Charles jabbed back, unable to resist teasing her even more. "So, who was it?" he asked.

"Before that, dinner first. I'll tell you about it later. I'm starving," she deflected. If it were up to her, she didn't want to involve Charles in the matter.

"You two, let go of mommy now. Go and wash your hands,” he said to the kids.

The two children released Nancy but held her hands. "Mommy, let's go wash our hands," they said, tugging her to the bathroom.

Charles watched them with a soft smile.

It was as if the house itself warmed with the picture they painted.

The house was more than just shelter—it was home, and the bond between them was the hearth that burned at the center.

After they finished washing their hands, they sat down at the table.

Nancy picked up a piece of cabbage and put it into her mouth. Her eyes brightened at the delicious taste. "These are really good," she remarked with a pleased expression.

Then she glanced at her children. Reaching out, she started putting more vegetables on their plates. "You two should eat more of this to help you grow faster. Don't just eat meat," she said.

"But I want Mom's cooking next time. I miss it," Bobby grumbled.

"Yeah, I want to eat Mommy's food too!" Nadia chimed in.

Hearing the children's words, Nancy felt a spike of guilt.

"Then, what do you want to eat tomorrow morning? I'll cook breakfast. How does that sound?" she said, filled with a desire to make it up to them.

"We like everything you make, right Nadia?" Bobby looked at Nadia and asked.

For the children, what she cooked mattered less than the sentiment. In their purest of hearts, it was the fact that their mother prepared food for them herself that filled them with immense warmth.

"See, their standards aren't really high." Charles

chuckled.

"You've been working a lot lately," Nancy said in a soft voice, her words laced with an unspoken apology.

"Silly. I'm a willing victim to your every word." Charles smiled at her.

Nancy knew it couldn't have been easy for him to be taking care of the children all the time.

This man who was sitting with them at the table with food that he cooked himself was not someone used to housework, and yet he had done whatever he could to support her.

She felt a lump in her throat. Even she knew how to be grateful.

There was never a word of complaint, nor did he ask her for anything in return. At her word, he would drop everything and come running.

Still, she guarded her heart and kept it encased inside her own walls.

"Mommy, daddy, you love each other so much," Nadia grinned at them. "It's really nice to have both of you at home, right Nadia?" Bobby said. "Isn’t it nice that we're all together here?”

"Of course! I wish it was like this every day," Nadia said happily, clapping her hands.