Oops! My Twin Mates are my Professors
Kai was in the lead, his shirt sleeves rolled up, Zeke slumped against his shoulder, already half-asleep.
His curls were damp with sweat, his little fingers clutching his stuffed giraffe in one hand, and a new dinosaur toy in the other.
He blinked at me once, heavy-lidded, before nuzzling back into Kai’s neck with a sigh.
“Hi.. mummy.”
Fynn followed behind, his smile slow and private, just for me. In his hand was a single poppy, plucked from the edge of the fence, the ones I always admired but never cut because they seemed too fleeting to own.
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