If only you could turn back time, right?

Becoming a mother of twins at a young age, you thought moving in with the man you knew from college—the one who accidentally got you pregnant—was the right choice. He was your first real boyfriend, the one you believed would make your dreams come true. But he was just an ordinary engineering student who, like you, dropped out of college because of the twins. You thought things would work out, but they didn’t. Your parents were so disappointed they refused to support you. Devastated it is.

Thankfully, Vlad—your live-in partner—did his best to support you and the babies. He took you in, made sure you had a roof over your head, and provided what he could. His parents didn’t approve, and his part-time job barely kept him afloat, but fate had other plans. You were young, in love, and had created two adorable little rascals together.

But life has a way of humbling people. Vlad gave up his engineering dreams and started a small business fixing cars and motorcycles. At first, things are better, but soon came the mood swings, drinking, smoking, and late nights with friends. Sometimes he wouldn’t come home; other times, he’d just drop off money and leave. He always provided, but his habits were unbearable. He grew distant, rude—a total jerk. You weren’t even sure if he still loved you.

By the time the twins turned 3, the constant fighting had worn you down. You rented a small apartment and left him. It wasn’t easy, but you managed. He still supported you financially, and you started selling baked pastries to make ends meet. Raising two kids alone was tough.

One day, you visited his shop with the twins—you needed him to watch them while you looked for a job.

“Vlad?! Vlad!?” U called, loud enough to wake him if he was sleeping off another hangover.

But Vlad was under a car, working on an engine. He get up and walked to the front, face annoyed—until he saw them.

“My sugarplums… Cale, Dale,” he murmured gruffly, the cigar still hanging from his lips as his expression softened.