Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 389

"Word has it that Neil's parents are quite smitten with the boy. They've been itching to be grandparents for a while now. They must be absolutely thrilled." My father casually mentioned.

If Ryan and Faith Whitmore ever found out that Serena and Brandon were their grandchildren, I bet they would have been over the moon.

It was not as though the Whitmores couldn't afford to provide for them. But it was heartbreaking to know that my twins were destined to grow up without the affection of their grandparents.

No matter what, I had to do everything in my power to fill the void of love they were missing.

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Three days later, Stella and Mitch returned to Eldoria, this time accompanied by their newborn. They had left the older twins with the grandparents for the time being.

Bounding into my house with her usual enthusiasm, Stella announced, "Rena, let's go out and have some fun!"

"Fun? What kind of fun?" I asked absentmindedly while trimming Brandon's nails.

"There's this couple’s retreat on an island nearby for three days and two nights. It's just a two-hour drive from here. Let's go!" Stella, ever the restless spirit, proposed.

I refused, a bit helpless, "I can’t. I have the kids. Why don't you and Mitch go?"

Stella pouted, “That’s no fun. You and Russel have kids together and yet you haven't even thrown a wedding party or anything. You need to do something significant.” Then she looked at Russel and asked, “Don't you think so, Russel?”

Russel was perched by the window, basking Serena in the sunlight. He had placed her on his lap, and his arms gently wrapped around her. The scene was heartwarming.

Every so often, Serena would wave her little hands around, seemingly enjoying the moment.

"Whatever she wants," Russel replied softly. "If she wants to go, I'm all for it."

Stella gave me a teasing look. "See? He's willing to go with you. Aren't you going to give him an answer? It seems like he really wants to spend time with you."

Russel did not say anything. Instead, he gave me a knowing look, and his eyes were full of affectionate indulgence.

I had never planned on having a wedding with Russel. He was helping me take care of the kids of his own accord, and despite how selfish it might be to admit, I couldn't bring myself to refuse his help.

Even if I locked him out, my parents would have just let him back in. Deep down, they were hoping for a romantic spark to ignite between Russel and me.

"Go ahead. We'll take care of the kids. You're not exclusively breastfeeding. So, we can manage for a few days," my mother chimed in. "We'll hire a nanny to help out before you leave. Everything will be fine."

"Mom, I'm not comfortable leaving the kids." I tried to refuse; the idea of going on a couple's retreat with Russel felt strange.

"What are you worried about? We're their grandparents. Don’t you trust us? We'll call you if anything happens. Consider this a chance to unwind. You've been cooped up inside for too long!" my mother interrupted.

My father quickly agreed, "Right. You kept complaining about being bored at home when you were pregnant. Now you have a chance to get out and have some fun. Seize the opportunity."

Pressured by my parents' persuasion and Stella's encouragement, I reluctantly agreed to go, partly out of curiosity.

Russel’s smile grew brighter. He playfully tickled Serena, radiating warmth and tenderness.