Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 83
Once the twins confirmed that their parents were back and things returned to normal, they became interested in the groceries their parents had brought, showing how quickly children could shift their attention when comforted. Despite their swollen eyes, they curiously patted the boxes and plastic bags.
"You guys want to see your toys?" Feeling bad about leaving them, Maya spoke gently to the twins, trying her best to soothe whatever lingering sadness remained.
The two kids nodded, eager to satisfy their curiosity, their tiny voices full of excitement. Maya softly smiled and glanced at her husband.
"Carry them to the room. I can't carry both children at once."
Karlos nodded and scooped up the twins. They were happy to be carried by their father, clinging to him. Even though they missed their mother the most, they also missed their father, whose presence always made them feel at ease.
Arabella squealed and hugged Karlos' neck, trying to balance herself while kicking her tiny feet in excitement. As for Iñigo, he simply stared at his father calmly.
Karlos carried the twins to their room, followed by Maya, who looked after them while Karlos went outside to bring the items they had bought.
While the twins jumping on the soft bed out of excitement, Karlos returned with their belongings.
"Mrs. Wanda and the others are happy that we brought them Jollybee."
Una Town had no fast-food restaurants. There was a traditional restaurant and a few local eateries, but they focused more on Adobo country cuisine, and most households relied on home-cooked meals rather than fast-food options.
Around this era, the novelty of fast-food restaurants was strong. People naturally believed that fast-food restaurants had better meals than what they usually ate, even though most of it was oily and unhealthy. Especially those juicy but high-cholesterol fried chickens. Furthermore, fast-food restaurants such as Jollybee had been airing commercials, and people subconsciously wanted to try them. No wonder the maids were happy.
"Kids, you want Jollybee?" Maya teased, gently rubbing their hair.
"Jowwibee?" Arabella asked, confused but curious, her eyebrows lifting.
"Yes, the restaurants we saw on TV."
"Yes!"
Arabella had no idea what her mother was talking about, but she trusted her. She loved her mother dearly.
Maya looked at Karlos, signaling him to grab the ordered food. Karlos chuckled and passed it to her.
She gave the kids chicken drumsticks, which made them perk up, their eyes sparkling with delight despite their earlier tears. Arabella licked her lips before munching on the fried chicken, her tiny teeth nibbling adorably.
"I thought you didn't like them eating on the bed because they might leave crumbs?" Karlos asked while sorting the groceries. The kids loved the soft bed, but Maya made sure they wouldn't make a mess on it. She was very particular about cleanliness.
"Well… I feel bad about leaving them earlier. This is my way of making it up. I'll change the bed sheet tomorrow." Maya couldn't help but brush their hair, her heart aching whenever she looked at their swollen eyes.
"Did you miss Mama?"
"Hm." Arabella nodded while eating the fried chicken.
As for Iñigo, he pulled a piece of meat and gave it to his mother. He frowned at the greasiness of his hands and found it dirty but be carried along.
His little fingers were greasy as he passed the food, but Maya accepted the food nonetheless.
"This is for me?"
Iñigo nodded.
"Thank you, Iñigo." Maya ate the piece. Her son was such a gentleman, even at such a young age.
While the three were bonding, Karlos finished sorting the items. He made sure to hide the toys meant for the other kids. He knew his children well, they would go ballistic if they found out there were toys for their cousins. Their possessiveness over toys was unmatched. Being kids, they loved hoarding toys, thinking everything belonged to them by default.
The twins hadn't even finished their chicken, eating only about one-third. Karlos had to eat the leftovers since wasting food was a sin to him.
"Here, brand-new toys! Aren't they great?"
Maya presented toys to each of the twins. Iñigo got building blocks, while Arabella received a piano toy. The kids loved their new toys and played on the bed, their giggles echoing.
The bed was a king-size bed, wide enough for the twins to explore without falling off the edges.
That night, Karlos and Maya didn't ask Mrs. Wanda for dinner because they had bought restaurant food.
The kids were tired and quickly fell asleep next to their new toys. The music from the piano toy became their lullaby.
The couple ate their food before sleeping, and any leftover food was stored in the room's refrigerator. In fact, they had bought donuts to satisfy the kids' cravings, planning to give them the next day.
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A few hours later, Karlos woke up and yawned. He stretched to circulate blood in his body. He kissed Maya and the twins' foreheads before leaving the room, hoping to start the day with good luck.
The villa was quiet but not dark. Even in the middle of the night, some lights were on to maintain visibility. Karlos had no idea how high the electric bill was and felt fortunate that they didn't have to pay for it. He really got lucky, he didn't have to spend money on their dwelling.
He set up his fishing gear and went to the bay harbor. As usual, the harbor was already active despite the early hours, with fishermen preparing their boats and exchanging morning greetings.
Karlos started the boat and went to the beach first. Brandon was always on time, and the two began their work as the cold breeze blew, awakening their senses.
"How was yesterday?" Karlos asked Brandon. They hadn't worked yesterday and had used the day to rest.
"I got a nice rest yesterday," Brandon grinned. "What about you?"
"We went to Evitac City. Private matters."
"Evitac, huh. I've only been there three times. What's it like?"
"Tall buildings, many cars."
"I see. What's better, Evitac or Maynila?"
"Do you even have to ask? Of course, it's Maynila. That's the capital."
"I'm just asking."
The two kept talking, making the sailing trip less boring. Karlos even told Brandon about the salmon prices in the city, recounting how shocked he had been.
"2,500 pesos for a kilogram of salmon!? What the heck? And we sell it for 460 pesos? We're getting robbed." Brandon was stunned.
"Do we even have a choice? We don't have a vehicle to sell fish in the city." Karlos accepted reality calmly.
"Being a fisherman is tough." Brandon sighed.
"Indeed," Karlos agreed.
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[Author's Note: I apologize for not writing and posting last month, let's tackle that. Writing a single chapter can take up to an hour, and sometimes I can't find that time. However, you can expect me to post at least six chapters of each novel every week from now on. Anyway, I want to say thank you for all of your support. Your support is my biggest motivation. Our financial situation has not been good lately, so your support really helped me a lot. Thank you so much. Also, I'm not good with math, so don't expect anything from me when it comes to numbers.]