Too Late To Love Me I Already Left With His Twins (Lydia and Dave) novel Chapter 272

The kids POV

Ava walked ahead of everyone as they made their way down the hallway, her little hand firmly wrapped around Eli’s. She was walking faster than she usually did, almost as though she was afraid that if she slowed down for even a second, someone might tell her that they had made a mistake and that their mother wasn’t actually awake.

Behind them, Dave was trying to keep up while also making sure neither of them wandered too far ahead.

“Ava, Eli, slow down,” he called.

Neither of them listened at first.

They had just watched Auntie Anna disappear in the opposite direction toward the doctor’s office, and now the only thing occupying their minds was the ward at the end of this hallway.

Mom.

Their mom was there.

Awake.

Waiting.

Or at least, that was what they thought.

Ava squeezed Eli’s hand a little tighter as they walked.

“Do you think she’s going to be sitting up?” she whispered.

“I don’t know.”

“Do you think she’ll smile when she sees us?”

“Obviously.”

“Do you think she missed us?”

“Obviously.”

Ava smiled faintly.

“She better have.”

Eli glanced toward their father, who was walking a few steps behind them.

“Dad is walking really fast.”

“He always walks fast when he’s worried.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I’ve seen him.”

Eli considered that for a second.

“True.”

They continued down the hallway, their shoes making soft sounds against the polished floor. The hospital seemed strangely quiet despite how enormous it was, and every few steps, Ava found herself looking at the doors they passed, wondering what was happening behind each one.

Then finally, they reached the entrance to their mother’s private ward.

Ava stopped.

Eli stopped beside her.

Dave caught up with them a few seconds later.

He looked at both children, and whatever excitement had been on his face disappeared as he suddenly became very serious.

“Okay,” he said.

The twins looked at him.

“First of all, you both know what you’re going to do, right?”

Eli nodded immediately.

“See Mom.”

“Yes. Obviously.” Dave sighed. “But there are some rules.”

Ava nodded.

“No touching Mommy anywhere,” he said. “We don’t know where she’s hurting, so don’t just go grabbing her or jumping on her or anything like that. You can hold her hand if she lets you, but be careful.”

“Okay,” Ava said.

“No asking Mommy a million questions.”

Eli’s mouth opened.

“But—”

“No.”

Eli closed it.

Dave continued. “No blaming Mommy for anything, no stressing her out, and minimal crying.”

Ava frowned.

“But Dad—”

“I’m not telling you to suppress your emotions,” he quickly clarified. “If you need to cry, you cry. But the crying should be minimal, okay? Your mom is barely recuperating. She can’t be dealing with two children crying all over her.”

Both children nodded.

“And don’t stress Mommy. You know she can’t talk for too long right now because she’s just barely recuperating.”

“Yes, Dad,” Ava said.

“Okay.”

Dave looked at Eli.

“And no touching the machines.”

Eli put his hands up.

“I know.”

“No pulling wires.”

“I know.”

“No pressing buttons.”

“I know.”

“No—”

“Dad,” Eli interrupted, finally looking slightly offended, “come on. You know I’m so excited to see Mommy. I want to see her face.”

Dave stared at him for a moment before sighing.

“I know.”

He looked at both of them.

“Just be gentle.”

“We will,” Ava promised.

Dave reached for the door.

And neither child was prepared for what was waiting on the other side.

The ward was enormous.

Ava’s eyes widened almost immediately.

It didn’t even look like the hospital rooms they had seen on television. It was more like a luxurious hotel room that happened to have medical equipment inside it. There was a large bed in the middle, several machines positioned around it, comfortable-looking chairs near the windows, a private bathroom, and enough space for someone to walk around without bumping into anything.

Eli looked around.

“Typical Mom.”

Ava nodded.

“We’d definitely be surprised if Mom was in a cramped shared space with ten other people.”

Their mother had always liked her space.

And even though she didn’t talk much about money or what she owned, everyone knew she was successful.

Their classmates knew it too.

Ava could still remember the way some of the girls at school would talk whenever Mom came to pick them up.

Oh my God, your mom is so wealthy.

Your mom is so rich.

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