"Mommy, did Uncle Best bother you today?" Chacha asked, staring at Lola curiously.
"What?" Lola furrowed her brows slightly as she laughed, seated on the edge of the bed while tucking the twins in. "Why do you think he bothered me?"
"Because Mommy looks a little... stressed," Second answered, staring at Lola's elevating makeup skills. "Mommy looks like she was thinking of a lot of things when you put that makeup on."
"It's pretty, though," Chacha mused. "Mommy is always pretty."
"And Mommy is always the best for me," Second added.
Hearing their simultaneous insult and comfort made her laugh and quietly tear up. But she didn't let that matter for now. Although Slater had been a presence she had to manage, constantly complaining, he hadn't gotten in her way and stayed in the car when told to behave.
"Your uncle is really nice," she said with a smile. "He didn't bother me at all. How about you? Did you have a good day at the office?"
