RESTRATEGIZE.

“Your da… what are you saying? Where- Where did you get that from?” She asked, in utmost bewilderment.

Nathan pouted his lips and then raised his head to look at his mother before he said again.

“Is he not?”

“He is not— Nathan,” she swallowed.

“You’re flustered, mama,” he smiled childishly and she snapped her brows together.

“I am not. I am just surprised as to how you come across that picture.”

“Mum… is he our dad?” Nathan asked her and she breathed out, this time, collecting herself better.

“Why do you keep asking me if he is your dad? Have I ever introduced him as such to you?”

When the twins exchanged glances and smiled at each other, she felt left out and then frowned.

“What? Why did you both smile? Will you not tell me?”

“It’s fine, mama. It’s fine,” Nathan said and patted her thigh.

“Fine for what?”

“It’s just fine. We can handle it on our own,” he said with a smile.

“What are you handling, please? You’re just kids!” She slapped her forehead.

“You don’t want us to lie to you bu