Atlas entered into the kitchen just as Riley began making her orders.
"Let it be," he simply said, and everyone turned to him.
"Art? Why are you here?" Riley blinked in confusion.
"Leave it to me. I'll make her something to eat."
Everyone around looked at him, eyes wide open, mouth, agape.
"You heard me, didn't you? Get out," he said.
The staff scurried out of the room, leaving him alone with Riley.
"You're not leaving?" He asked, walking to the counter to begin.
"I thought you're not certain the babies are yours?" She lifted a confused brow.
He didn't respond to her, part of him, wobbling in guilt.
Riley didn't say anything else. Silently, she went beside him, and began assisting.
"I can dice the vegetables," she offered.
He left it for her, and moved on to something else.
***
"Where is Riley and Atlas?" Freya asked after a while, and they had both not turned up.
Aveline was rising for the third time,but paused when they all turned to her.
