"Arthur! We are leaving now! Take care of the kids. Their milk and food is kept in the kitchen, near the microwave oven. Heat it up, but not too much, and have the kids fed in an hour or so.", his wife called while leaving for the hospital.

"What? You are leaving the kids at home when there's no one to look after them?",he replied while stepping out.

"Aren't you at home?", she asked folding her arms and raising an eyebrow.

"You know how bad I am with kids! I've never been able to handle my own kids and these are my kid's kids. And as they say, next generation is always a step ahead of the previous one. How the heck will I manage?", he retorted

"Don't be stupid Arthur! You know their mom is in the hospital and I have to go there to look after her.", she replied angrily.

She took a deep breath and said,"Arthur, just be a good granddad and take care of the kids. They are really very cute. They won't trouble you. Don't worry."

He had no option left other than to stay with two kids alone in the house.

After an hour of trying to play with them and then another tiring hour of making them have their dinner, he was now try to make them sleep so that he could finally have some rest.

But the little devils were just not sleeping.

"We want a story, grandpa!", chirped his granddaughter while jumping in his lap.

"He is my grandpa! Why are you sitting in his lap!", came the angry voice of his grandson.

"Because grandpa loves me more", she replied hugging her grandpa and teasing her brother at the same time.

"Okay okay kids! No fighting here.", he said trying to avoid the mini version of World War 3 in his own little world.

"We want a story grandpa!", came the voices in a unison.

"What story? I don't know any story!", he said baffled.

"Then make one!", his granddaughter said with a smile.

And such adorable was that smile that in that moment, the writer who hadn't written anything since ages, agreed to create a story just for his grandkids.

"Okay kids! Get ready! Grandpa will tell you both a story that no one has ever heard of, but first both of you must get into the bed.", he said.

When both of them had complied, he began narrating the story," Once upon a time,.................."

After an hour or so, when the kids were snoring in their bed, their grandpa was still awake, having tears of happiness in his eyes, for he had found the lost artist in him once again.