Twins in Her Womb (Bianca and Luke Crawford novel) novel Chapter 675

Bianca held the children's hands, walked in front of Mr. and Mrs. Norman, and patted the children's heads. "Lanie, Rainie, greet your grandparents."

The two cute twins stood up straight and called out at the same time. "Nice to meet you, Grandpa and Grandma. I'm Lanie." "I'm Rainie."

"Oh, you're good kids!" Queenie started to tear up again. Not only did she get to reunite with her birth daughter, but she also gained two cute and intelligent grandchildren.

The usually stern Jack could not contain his emotions.

He crouched to the children's eye level, just like any ordinary grandfather.

He patted their heads and asked them, "How old are you two? Which grade are you in?"

He had already known the answers from his wife, but he would like to hear it from the children's mouths. He adored children, especially their crisp voices and pure eyes.

"Grandpa, I'm Rainie Crawford. I'm in the first grade, and I love to sing, dance, and draw, but most of all, I love taking naps…" The extroverted Rainie introduced herself first and curtsied at Jack, which made Jack and Queenie laugh.

Lanie rolled his eyes at his sister, disapproving of her acting cute.

Jack had never been so close to such a cute little girl before. On an impulse, he stretched out his arms, "Come here and give your Grandpa a hug, Rainie."

Rainie fell into Jack's arms.

Grandpa Jack smelled faintly of rosin, just like Daddy. Rainie liked that smell.

Still hugging onto Jack's neck, Rainie sat on his lap, looked at his chin, and reached out to touch his stubble beard. "Your beard is pricklier than Daddy's!"

Jack pinched the little girl's cheek indulgently.

The soft cheek was as delicate as a peeled hard-boiled egg. Jack dared not use too much strength. "As long as you like it, Rainie."

The little girl's tender body smelled faintly of milk. Jack was feeling a little helpless. He did not want to move too abruptly in case he hurt her.

Bianca could not help but laugh at Jack's awkward motions.

Queenie also crouched and looked at the gentlemanly Lanie. "Lanie, can your Grandma hug you?"

The boy was not only handsome but also incredibly intelligent. He was only six years old, but he was already in the third grade. At a young age, he had won countless province-level and even national-level awards. Queenie adored that precocious child.

"Mm," Lanie replied before being hugged by Queenie. He quite liked his grandmother, who looked similar to his mother.

Queenie felt her grandson in her arms and was sure that she was not dreaming.

She had finally found her daughter and grandchildren.

Tears slid down from her eyes and landed on Lanie's forehead.