The Runaway Luna's Heartless Mate

10-Darren Loves Me A Lot!

Love Cameron:

"Both of you will sit in separate rooms and reflect on your actions," I gestured for both of them to head to their assigned spaces. I was weary of their constant bickering. This wasn't the vision I had for the twins. I was thrilled when I learned I was expecting twins, thinking it would provide companionship and prevent them from feeling lonely.

"I apologize for their behavior," I sighed, turning to Nena, who appeared exhausted. They had not only colored the entire apartment but also wreaked havoc, venting their frustration by breaking as many things as possible.

"Amazing! I didn't realize three-year-olds were capable of such mischief," Hilla remarked, carefully navigating the shards to avoid stepping on them.

"It was okay; it's just that, for a moment, I got really scared. The way they were throwing a tantrum made me anxious. I could only hold one at a time while the other went around throwing things," Nena quickly recounted the chaotic episode.

"But what happened? Why did they start arguing?" Hilla couldn't fathom that two kids could argue worse than messy adults. I knew their anger and emotions were more vivid than those of normal children, but I was concerned about what had transpired.

"Elijah initiated it by accusing Imogen of being the reason he's having nightmares. He claimed to have woken up again with a nightmare and blamed it on Imogen because she's the one who's been talking about wolves for the past few days," Nena explained, and I couldn't help but place my hand on my forehead, sitting down in defeat.

I never thought having a werewolf pup would be so challenging. I suppose that's why it's recommended to let them interact with others of their kind. However, that wasn't an option for me, so I had to figure out how to calm them down.

"Thanks, Nena. I'll take it from here. I think I'll take a few days off to give them my full attention," I said, giving her a side hug. She deserved a break too. Despite being an experienced nanny who had looked after many kids, it seemed like mine had managed to frazzle her.

"I'll help you clean," Hill offered, swiftly dialing her maid's number to have them come over.

"Goodbye," Nena said, opening the door to leave. As she did, I heard her let out a little gasp before greeting someone with a cheerful, "Hey!"

The tone of her voice made me wonder who had captured her attention enough to change the pitch of her voice.

"I came by to see Miss Love Cameron," a voice said. There was no way he was here.

I stood up from the couch and locked eyes with Hilla, conveying the shock I felt from his unexpected arrival.

"What is he doing here? Did you ask him to come?" I whispered sternly, ensuring it was just between us.

"No, I swear I didn't. I think he just followed us because he was worried," Hilla playfully slapped the back of my hand and walked over to Darren.

"Hey, come inside. Thank you, Nena. See you again," Hilla smiled at her and closed the door, likely to stop Nena from staring at him. It wasn't every day that a handsome man in a black suit appeared at my door. Darren strolled inside and immediately started scanning the apartment.

"A difficult pet?" Darren asked, tilting his head and questioning me.

"I'll go pick up my maids; you two talk," the apologetic Hilla gestured for me to continue the conversation with him as she ran out of the apartment.

Now that it was just the two of us, I felt like maybe it was fate, and I had to tell him the truth about my personal life.

"You can say... two little angels who are just getting out of hand," I didn't look down because I wasn't ashamed of having babies.

He squeezed one eye closed and then smiled, "You have kids?"

I nodded, "Yeah, twins."

I watched him, expecting him to freak out and bolt out the door. Not many people want to take responsibility for someone else's kids, especially wealthy men who often seek a perfect partner to showcase to the world.

"The door is that way," I whispered, anticipating his reaction.

"And where might the kids be?" he raised his brow, hunching over and offering a response I didn't expect.

"What?" I mumbled.

"I think I can try to help you talk to them. Kids, for some reason, listen to me. It's just, you know, a natural gift," he pouted, strolling near the bedroom and peeking inside.

I was in shock, unable to utter a word.

"Hey! Who wants to go out for toy shopping?" he declared loudly, and both my little ones ran out of their rooms with their hands up.

"Me, me, me!" the two sang in unison.

"Yeah, because you two have been such good kids that you deserve toys," I pouted, folding my arms over my chest to appear upset with them. They were little, and I couldn't scold or punish them, but I didn't want them to think it was okay to act recklessly and then receive toys as a reward.

"I'm sorry; I was way out of line today," Elijah acted maturely, fixing his hair and using hand gestures to express remorse.

"And I'm sorry for acting just like him," Imogen shrugged, giving him a side eye.

"But who is this handsome uncle, Mommy?" I knew Elijah would say something peculiar.

"He's my boss," I mumbled, giving Darren a look because he smirked.

"And a very close friend," he knelt down to speak to Elijah at his level.

"I heard you two did that. See! Anger is a part of us, but controlling it makes us the better person. And in this world, the best people get the best," Darren uttered before realizing he was being too complicated for my kids.

"How about we discuss this while we go out for some shopping?" he suggested to Imogen, who shyly nodded.

I knew my kids and how desperately they wanted a father figure. They had mentioned it many times; while other kids in the parks had fathers, they had none. So, now that a man was being so nice to them, they looked overly excited.

"What do you say, shall we go?" Darren asked me, and I just stared at how happy my kids looked with him. I thought he would freak out, but he seemed more determined than ever. It really helped me feel better.

"Okay," I gave a nod, and my kids instantly celebrated.

"By the time Nena gets this place fixed," he added, gesturing for me to change into something comfortable.

It felt strange having a man around who was taking care of things. In fact, by the time I changed and walked out of my room, I found him helping Elijah put on his shoes. It was overwhelming for my innocent heart.

We spent the entire day outside, and my kids had never been so happy. They mostly stuck with him, and he displayed a level of patience like no one else. There were times when even I silently urged my kids to give him some space, but Darren was fine spending time with them. He remained completely unfazed even when Elijah accidentally spilled his drink on his expensive suit. My heart swelled with gratitude.

And when Imogen snatched his phone out of his hands, embarrassment washed over me, realizing my kids had learned no manners at all. But surprisingly, it didn't seem to bother Darren. In fact, he let her use his phone, even though I insisted he shouldn't let her treat him that way.

It was as if he was the perfect man I could ask for myself or a father for my kids.