Allen tried to console the twins, but they were almost inconsolable. He couldn't blame them, though. They adored their father, but they craved a mother's love. Even though there were women in their lives, they had always wanted someone they could proudly call their own mother.
The twins had made their decision long ago.
If their father couldn't bring their mother home, they would go with her instead. Their reasoning was simple: they had spent their first five years with their father, so they wanted to spend the next five with their mother.
It was only fair.
Standing by the exit, Allen glanced back at the couch where the twins sat.
Well, if they're serious... then I guess she should get used to his antics, he thought as he quietly stepped out of the family room.
As soon as he closed the door, he looked up at the crowded penthouse.
