Too Late To Love Me I Already Left With His Twins (Lydia and Dave) novel Chapter 241

Before she could say anything else, two small bodies came flying toward me.

Daddy!”

I crouched just in time to catch them.

The next few minutes dissolved into laughter, hugs, questions, and the kind of chaotic energy only children could. produce.

I hadn’t realized how much I had missed this until I was standing in the middle of it.

Ava was telling me three things simultaneously.

Eli was pulling at my sleeve because he wanted to show me something.

Lydia stood a few feet away watching us, and when our eyes met, she smiled.

Small.

Soft.

Almost reluctant.

I looked away before I could think too much about it.

Later, the children told me about the new café they had been desperate to visit.

Apparently, it had a bookstore, an immersive pink rain installation, hanging petals, lights, and enough aesthetic details to make it practically irresistible to two curious six-year-olds.

Lydia agreed they could go.

So I took them.

The moment we arrived, I understood why they’d been talking about it so much.

The place was beautiful.

Soft pink light washed over the space while artificial petals drifted gently from above, creating the illusion of standing beneath a strange, magical rainfall. The bookstore section wrapped around one side of the café, filled with colorful shelves and little reading corners.

The children disappeared into it almost immediately.

Ava gravitated toward a group of children who were gathered around one of the interactive displays.

Within minutes, they were asking her questions.

“How did you know that?”

“Because I read about it.”

“What happens if you mix those?”

“I think it depends on the chemical reaction.”

She said it so casually that I couldn’t help smiling.

Eli, meanwhile, had found another group of children and was explaining something about energy with the

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confidence of a professor delivering a university lecture.

tood there watching them.

And something settled heavily in my chest.

Lydia had done an Incredible job.

I knew parenting wasn’t something one person could carry alone, but I couldn’t ignore the obvious.

Those children were curious.

Confident.

Kind.

They weren’t afraid to ask questions.

They weren’t afraid to speak.

They weren’t afraid to be themselves.

That came from somewhere.

And I knew exactly where.

Lydia.

I watched Ava explain something to another child, her hands moving animatedly as she spoke, and I smiled to myself.

She was extraordinary.

Both of them were.

And I couldn’t help wondering how much of that came from their mother.

On the drive back, the children turned the car into a courtroom.

“Daddy, what is V3?”

“It’s a type of velocity.”

“What about V4?”

“That depends on the context.”

“What’s the difference between power and energy?”

“Power is the rate at which energy is transferred or used.”

“So can something have a lot of energy but little power?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

I smiled.

“Because you’re talking about two different quantities.”

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Eli leaned forward.

So if I have a lot of energy but I don’t move fast, I have low power?”

“Exactly.”

He sat back triumphantly.

“I knew it.”

Ava immediately interrupted.

“You didn’t know it.”

“I did.”

“You asked Daddy.”

“That doesn’t mean I didn’t know it.”

I laughed so hard I had to shake my head.

This was what I’d missed.

The noise.

The questions.

The ridiculous arguments.

The feeling of being needed.

For the first time in weeks, I wasn’t thinking about acquisitions or government approvals.

I was simply their father.

And that felt like enough.

When we got back to the house, we spent some time talking and laughing before settling into the living room.

The children were showing Lydia pictures from the café, each one trying to explain what made their particular favorite moment special.

I watched her listen.

Really listen.

She laughed when they laughed.

Asked questions when they paused.

And somehow, even after everything that had happened between us, watching her with them still felt strangely familiar.

Then there was a knock at the door. .

Lydia looked toward it.

“I’ll get it.”

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She walked away.

arely paid attention at first.

Until the door opened.

A man’s voice floated into the room.

“Hi.”

I looked up.

A man stood at the entrance.

Early thirties, perhaps around my age. 1

Well dressed.

Confident.

And immediately familiar in the way some people simply were when they walked into a room.

Lydia seemed surprised to see him.

She stood there for a moment, one hand still resting on the door.

“Hi.”

I watched the man’s eyes move past her and into the room.

Then Lydia turned slightly.

And for some reason, the atmosphere changed.

I didn’t know who he was.

Not yet.

But something in my gut told me I was about to find out.

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