For the past year, 18 year old Camille has been getting away with four hours of sleep, a nine hour school day and an eight hour work day overnight. That is until her three teachers and a mystery guy walk into her diner one night.
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"You get the kids and I'll pack the snacks," I tell Luka.
He sighs but turns around, swooping up our running twin girls. He holds both in each arm, jostling them about as they giggle.
"Papa, daddy Luka is silly," Millie points to her dad who's pulling silly faces as he sits them in their chairs.
"Where are my girls?" Zander strolls in, wearing his LA Rams jersey and jeans.
"Here, daddy Zan-Zan," Maya giggles as he tickles her. He moves onto Millie until they're both laughing with red faces.
I finish loading their snacks into their matching butterfly backpacks before slinging them over my shoulder.
"Josh is getting the car," I tell Zander, who picks up Millie. Luka grabs Maya and we head outside.
They buckle the twins into their carseats as I take the passenger seat.
"See you there," Luka calls out as he shuts the car door.
We have to take two cars to the stadium, meaning Josh and I have the girls whilst Luka and Zander get a kids-free fifteen minutes.
We manage to get the girls to our seats without a tantrum, which I'm taking as a win.
"Vous êtes prêtes à voir votre mère?" I whisper to the girls who are on mine and Zander's knees ("Are you ready to see your mom?")
"Oui, papa," Millie smiles up at me, looking the spitting image of Camille. ("Yes, dad")
"Où est-elle?" Maya turns to me with wide blue eyes. ("Where is she?")
"elle sortira bientôt," I smile at them both. ("She will be out soon.")
Luka has become a master at doing the girl's hair. He was practising on Camille when she was pregnant after we found out we were having twin girls, determined to be the hairdresser dad. Today, he's done two high pigtails, with blue and gold ribbons to match Camille's uniform.
Josh has dressed them in navy blue dresses with silver stars covering them, and gold ankle socks.
"I'm sure you've taught them French just so you can have secret conversations," Josh rolls his eyes at me and I laugh.
"I'm bored," Millie pouts to Luka as she wriggles on Zander's lap.
"I'm hungry," Maya crosses her arms with an angry face on my lap.
"Terrible twos are finally hitting," Zander murmurs as Luka and Josh rustle around in the twin's backpacks.
By the time we get them settled with some crackers and a sticker book each, the music in the stadium starts up.
Zander and I place pink noise-cancelling headphones on the twins as the cheerleaders start running out.
I can spot Camille immediately, her chestnut hair bouncing in curls as she runs. She has her pom poms pressed to her hips, her bright blue crop top and short skirt clinging to her slim body.
