Chapter 70

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Reincarnated as a Fisherman and a Dad Chapter 70

After Karlos comforted Maya, who got hurt in the eye, and pacified Arabella, who was sad after being reprimanded, the family ate breakfast and changed into formal attire.

As the family stepped out of the room, they were greeted by a maid who was vacuuming the floor. Another maid was dusting off the walls and picture frames so the dust could be vacuumed later.

"Hello, Mr..."

The maid froze as she looked at the family. Her smile paused, her eyes particularly on Karlos. This was the first time she had seen him wearing formal clothes, long-sleeve button-up shirt, black pants, and polished shoes. Nothing flashy, but the way he carried himself was jaw-dropping. His broad shoulders filled the shirt perfectly, and his confident stride exuded quiet strength.

If the maid didn’t know Karlos’ real occupation, she might have thought he was an office worker or a dignified gentleman rather than a humble fisherman. Her cheeks flushed as Karlos walked ahead, carrying the twins with ease. They were happy being carried by their father, giggling in delight.

Maya slightly bowed to the two maids before following her husband. Her simple elegance and calm demeanor completed the picture of a devoted wife.

"They’re perfect together," Daisy said, stopping her vacuum and glancing at Claire.

"Huh?"

"I said they’re perfect together. Karlos and Maya seem like a match made in heaven. The twins are the fruits of their love. I hope I’ll find love like that someday." Daisy’s dreamy tone carried both admiration and longing.

"Perfect? I don’t think so," Claire scoffed, dusting the paintings. She didn’t want to admit Daisy was right. Her lips tightened slightly, betraying a faint trace of jealousy.

"You guys are looking good," Mrs. Wanda praised the Alejandro family, her eyes sparkling as she admired how wholesome they looked together. At last, she found her job more interesting and heartwarming. Being a caretaker of a ghost house was boring, but now that the Alejandro family had arrived, their presence brought life and laughter back into the once-quiet villa.

"The car is ready," Foster said steadily.

"Thank you, Mr. Foster."

The family entered the Toyota truck, which had four seats, just enough for four adults.

Karlos and Foster sat in the front seats, while Maya sat in the back with the twins, who had to share one seat. They were curious about the vehicle they were riding in. Their little eyes darted around, amazed at the buttons. They were too small so they couldn't see what's outside the window.

"The church service ends around 11:30 a.m. I’ll arrive at that time to take you back," Foster said.

The car reached the church, and the family stepped out. The adults looked at the towering white building with blue-tinted glass, confirming that it was indeed much bigger than the one near the beach.

Furthermore, they noticed how most of the attendees seemed sophisticated, men in suits and women adorned with pearl jewelry, greeting one another with polite smiles.

'Since they attend a Sunday service of the Ocean Church, there’s a strong chance their careers are related to the sea,' Karlos thought. His instincts told him these people had their own ties to the ocean, though in a far grander way than his.

Perhaps they were ship captains, boat owners, or seafood businessmen. Based on their demeanor, they didn’t seem like ordinary people. The cars parked near the church were all expensive, a sharp contrast to their small coastal church where only one or two people owned cars.

'Buying a car is expensive... I wonder if I’ll ever have a chance to buy one.' His gaze lingered on a sleek black sedan.

In both lifetimes, Karlos was too poor to even dream of owning one. He had always relied on public buses and taxis to get around. Though he knew how to drive a motorcycle, he never owned one himself.

The couple felt slightly out of place, but they went inside anyway. They were here to attend church, not to mingle with the wealthy. The scent of polished wooden pews and the soft murmurs of prayer helped calm their unease.

They found a pew(long wooden bench in church) for four and quietly waited for the service to begin. Some people smiled at them, and they returned the gestures politely.

The worship started. Fortunately, the hymns and songs were the same ones the couple knew. Even the twins sang along, their innocent voices blending sweetly with the choir despite not understanding the lyrics. A few churchgoers smiled at their adorable effort.

Then came the sermon. The priest spoke about the importance of loving one another. Arabella didn’t understand much, but she had an inkling.

"Mama," she whispered, patting Maya to get her attention. "I wuv you."

Maya’s heart melted. She kissed Arabella’s forehead, her eyes softening as warmth flooded her chest. She felt blessed to have such a wonderful daughter. Taking care of her was exhausting but fulfilling. She stroked the little girl’s hair, the soft strands gliding between her fingers.

"Mama loves you too."

The little girl giggled and hugged Maya tightly, her laughter pure and contagious.

"Wuv you."

Karlos and Iñigo watched their interaction. Karlos smiled and looked at Iñigo, waiting for something.

"..." Iñigo just stared at his father, not knowing what he wanted. His curious eyes blinked slowly before turning back to the priest.

When it was time to offer money, Karlos placed 1,000 pesos in the box, as he always did. Based on the grandeur of this church, he figured most members offered generous amounts.

When the service ended, the couple decided to wait for Foster in front of the church.

"Papa! Wook!"

Arabella pointed her tiny finger at a donut shop across the street, her big eyes sparkling at the colorful pastries displayed in the window. It was her first time seeing a donut shop, but she instinctively knew they were delicious.

Even Iñigo’s eyes were glued to the donuts.

"You guys want donuts?"

The twins nodded excitedly, smiling from ear to ear as they bounced in place.

"Alright, Papa will buy you donuts."

"Buy for Mrs. Wanda and the others too. They’ll probably like them," Maya said thoughtfully, always considering others.

Karlos went to the shop and bought twelve donuts packed into two boxes. The smell of warm dough and chocolate glaze filled the air. Six donuts were for Wanda and the others, while the remaining six were for the family.

Each donut cost 5 pesos, which Karlos found a bit expensive, but he bought twelve anyway. It was rare for them to eat donuts. He paid 60 pesos and thanked the female staff member, who kept glancing at him with pink cheeks and a shy smile.

They opened the box, and the twins’ faces lit up as they tasted the sweetness. Crumbs dotted their chins, and powdered sugar smudged their fingers. Despite their small stomachs, they each finished two donuts, leaving one for their parents. Their giggles filled the air as they tried licking the sugar off their fingers, only for Maya to reprimand them gently, reminding them it was dirty.

A few minutes later, Foster arrived and drove them back to the villa. The truck rolled smoothly along the seaside road. Arabella kept glancing greedily at the unopened donut box, expecting it to be their snack later.

"Waaahh! Papa bad! Bad!"

She cried when she saw her father giving the donuts to Wanda and the others. Her round eyes filled with tears as her lips quivered in protest. She was mad at her father and sulked for a few hours, until she completely forgot about it after playtime and cuddles.