The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! - Chapter 445

Chapter 445: One
Some members of the family eventually arrived during dinner.

Finn, Nina’s husband, came in carrying gifts for the twins and flowers for his wife. He looked and sounded like a good man. Someone who genuinely loved his wife.

Lola already knew of him; she’d heard about him from Aileen. Small world, really. Finn was one of Aileen’s VIP clients — the kind of husband who spoiled his wife not just with flowers and affection, but also by changing her wardrobe every season. Talking to him felt easy, and having Aileen as a mutual acquaintance made the conversation even smoother.

Then came Haines, with his wife Grace and their four-year-old daughter.

Atlas had already given Lola a quick rundown of their family tree. Haines was Charles’s cousin — though, according to Atlas, Haines was more like a brother to his father. He was also the one who accompanied Penny when she studied abroad.

He was around Charles’s age, but his wife, Grace, was younger than Lola expected. Not that Haines looked old; he looked remarkably fit and youthful for his age. They were such a lovely couple, and their little girl was just as adorable.

It was a fun table to be at.

After the meal, Atlas took Lola for a short walk around the residence while everyone stayed inside. As they walked down the stone pathway, Lola couldn’t wipe the smile off her face.

Atlas glanced sideways at her, lowering his head slightly to study her profile. “Did they bother you?”

“Was that really the first question you’d ask me?” Lola raised her head, narrowing her eyes at him. “Do I look bothered at all?”

“I was worried,” he admitted quietly. “I’m glad you’re alright.”

Lola pressed her lips together and reached for his arm. “Thank you.”

“For?”

“Taking me here,” she said softly, drawing in a deep breath as the evening wind brushed through the garden. “It’s my first time meeting your family, but they’re all really… fun to be with.”

“Slater and Penny’s constant banter, Nina’s maturity. Aunt Jessa’s directness matches perfectly with your mom’s gentle and caring nature,” she continued, listing them one by one. “Then your father’s calmness — how he seems numb to all of it, but still looks at your mother with so much love, admiration, and devotion.”

Her eyes softened as she recalled the quiet way Charles spoke to his wife. It was something she had never seen before — not even between Lawrence and Jasmine.

“I thought things like that only happened in fiction,” she whispered. “Your mom is very lucky.”

“My dad is,” he corrected, making her brows rise. “You’ve seen my mother. He’s the lucky one.”

Lola bit her lip, trying to stop herself from smiling like an idiot. Meeting Charles Bennet had been unexpectedly reassuring. It helped her understand why Atlas was the way he was — and why Penny and Slater clung to their childishness so much.

If she’d had parents like that, she probably would’ve done the same — holding on to her childishness just to keep feeling like a kid, to get scolded, or to be loved a little more.

Her thoughts paused when Atlas took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Lola turned to him and smiled, clasping his hand back.

“I’m glad you took me here,” she whispered.

Atlas studied her carefully, as if to make sure she truly meant it. When he saw the sincerity in her eyes, he exhaled quietly and nodded.

“Me too,” he said. “I’m glad I brought you.”

He was grateful for many things in life, but at that moment, he was most grateful for his family — because they were the reason he could bring her here, to a place where she would be safe, welcomed, and loved.

Lola’s other hand slipped around his arm as she leaned closer until her head rested against his shoulder again. “I feel like I’ve been leaning on your shoulder more lately,” she said softly. “Would it be selfish to say it feels… nice?”

“No.”

She chuckled and looked up at him. Then, a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes. “Should we make out in your room?”

“…”

Atlas stopped walking, lowering his gaze toward her. His eyes narrowed slightly, and without a word, he leaned down and brushed a quick kiss against her lips.

Lola blinked, caught off guard. Her heart fluttered violently as he pulled back, leaving only a breath of distance between them.

“We can do it here.”

The blush on her face immediately vanished as she pinched his side. “Not here,” she hissed, clicking her tongue. “Baby, you just made my heart flutter. Why ruin it with lust?”

“Because I’m hard. You’ve seduced me.”

“Gosh,” she muttered, torn between laughing and groaning.

Pushing herself up a little, she faced him fully. Her arms looped around his neck as she stood on her toes, their faces close enough to feel each other’s breath. Atlas’s hands found her waist, steadying her in place.

“Why?” he asked in genuine curiosity. “Did I read the room wrong?”

“No,” she laughed softly. “But, Baby… not here.”

Atlas paused for a second, then nodded as if mentally scheduling that “important” activity for later. His lashes lifted to meet her eyes again, quietly tracing the curve of her smile and the shimmer in her gaze.

“Happy?” he asked.

She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Very. I feel at home… and safe. Like I belong here — as shameless as that sounds.”

A quiet sigh of relief slipped through his nose as he nodded in satisfaction.

The two stood in the middle of the flower-filled backyard, surrounded by lush greenery, their arms wrapped around each other as if frozen in a slow dance.

From the outdoor patio, everyone else — except the children — silently watched them from afar.

They simply stood there, smiling softly at the sight. Allison’s eyes turned red with emotion, a glint of tears forming. Charles nodded approvingly beside her. The rest were quietly grinning, except one.

Jessa Cortez.

Jessa darted her eyes between the affectionate couple, then shook her head. “She just secured a VIP spot in Heaven for this sacrifice.”

Everyone laughed in quiet agreement. After all, they were all smiling and emotional for one simple reason — someone had finally managed to capture the heart of their once grumpy, untouchable Atlas.

Lola was grateful for the warmth they’d shown her, but the Bennets were even more grateful — and perpetually amazed — that she had managed to melt Atlas’s heart.

“I’m so happy for him,” Allison murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

Charles nodded beside her. “My eldest… finally found his One. Oh, boy. Let’s make sure she doesn’t change her mind.”