The sky had begun to darken when Alvin parked his car in the driveway. The porch light welcomed him softly, and the aroma of cooking from the kitchen wafted faintly to the front door. It had been a long, tiring, and mentally exhausting day. But all that faded away the moment the key turned and the door opened.
"DADDYYY!"
Two four-year-old boys ran toward him. Ardi got there first, followed by Ardan, who slipped a bit on the carpet but quickly got up. Alvin immediately crouched down, welcoming their hugs with wide-open arms.
"Wow, Daddy's twins are getting so big," Alvin chuckled, kissing their cheeks one by one.
From the living room, two other toddlers waddled over, dragging their dolls. Andre and Andrea—the two-year-old twins—weren't fluent in speaking yet, but their faces lit up at the sight of Alvin.
"Daddy … Daddy!" babbled Andrea, holding out her tiny arms.
