My Kids Are Always Right

Chapter Three

Olivia’s POV

‘My Kids Are Always Right’

I stared at him and his kids, pinching myself several times just to be sure that I wasn’t dreaming. I was married to a man with three kids, and I still couldn’t believe it. I thought this would be great, a chance to live a good life away from Mitchie and Sara, but with the look of things now, I believed that would be hard to achieve.

I was still there on the floor, struggling to stand up, and my dear husband was so focused on his kids that he didn’t even notice me. He didn’t realize that someone was close who needed help. At that moment, I knew these kids would always be prioritized over me, anytime, any day.

“Are you my princesses hungry?” He asked, and they all nodded. “Let’s go home, so we can get some food,” he added and led the kids away, while I was still on the floor.

Would I always be ignored like this?

I was struggling to get up from there, but it was hard, considering the big ball of my dress. Suddenly, I saw a hand stretched out towards me. Desperate for help, I quickly took the hand and tried to stand, but I ended up falling back, with the person falling on me.

It was one of the triplet girls.

“I’m sorry, aunty, I thought I could help you get up,” she murmured. “I didn’t mean to fall on you.”

A smile found its way to my lips, the only genuine smile I had since the day began. She looked so cute that I was forced to smile. I was also glad and a bit relieved that I might be wrong after all. I might get everything I want, and I might lead a life I would love from there.

“Thank you.” I smiled, “What’s your name?”

“Ella,” she answered and moved closer to me, “Dad said you are our new mom, is that true?”

I wasn’t sure what to say to her, whether I should tell her what I had in my mind, but she was just a kid, and I believed she wouldn’t understand it.

“Yes.” I responded.

“Then, will you make my braids for me? I love it when my classmates make their hair into braids, but there is no one to do it for me, and they insult me all the time that I don’t have a mother.” She hung her head.

I could tell her pain from her words, and I could relate to it better because I was once in her shoes, and mine was even worse because we weren’t well enough, and my classmates would bully me at every chance they got.

I would get bullied in school, and then get back home to continue the bullying with Mitchie and Sara. My childhood was so traumatic that I wouldn’t wish that for any kid.

Now, I was their stepmom, just like the position Sara had in my life and misused. She maltreated the hell out of me, making me do jobs I wasn’t supposed to do at that age. Even her maltreatment had brought me into the life of this man and his kids. I felt like this was fate, fate had brought me into their lives, and I would do my best to create a space for myself here.

“Will you?” She asked again.

I pulled her to myself, wrapping my hands around her and running my fingers through her hair, “Yes, I will.” I smiled and pulled away from her, “I will make your hair into braids just like you want.”

She smiled, a very big smile which was so contagious, “Thanks, mom.”

I was forced to pull her back to myself again; it felt so good being called mom by her, and I couldn’t tell why. Just a few minutes ago, I was angry and worried that Sara got me married to a man with three kids, and I would have to deal with the responsibility of being a mother and a wife.

Now, it felt like it was what I had missed all along, being called ‘mom’. After what happened years ago, when Sara made me carry the baby of a man I didn’t know and then took my baby away from me immediately after the delivery, she didn’t even let me see how he looked, and she told me later about the baby’s sex, nothing more. Good nine months were wasted, and I never got to see my baby. But now, it felt like I could live those moments again.

I had bonded with one of the triplets, and I had two more to go, before finally bonding with their day, my husband. It wouldn’t take me more than an hour to do all these.

“Easy peasy lemon squeezy.” I thought.

“Get away from my sister!” A voice echoed in my ears. I turned to see the other two girls walking towards us, anger radiating all over their faces.

I wasn’t sure of what was going on; why were they angry?

One of them moved closer to us and pulled Ella away from me, “Stay away from her!” She shouted.

I was confused, had I done anything wrong? “What is wrong, kids? What have I…”

“We are not kids! And most importantly, we are not your kids!” She shouted again.

Aside from what she was saying, I had never seen young girls so smart like them. The way she spoke was so captivating.

“You are not our mom, and you will never be!”

This jerked me back from my thoughts; I looked up to meet her stern face. She seemed so angry, and I just didn’t know what to do or say to her. I wasn’t going to take the place of her mom, and I wasn’t ready to do that either. I just wanted to make a place for myself.

Finally, I was able to stand, and I dragged my feet closer to her. I bent beside her and smiled, hoping this would calm her down a little bit. “I am not here to take your mom’s place; I am only…”

“Then why have you come into our lives?” The other girl shouted, “Go away from us and from dad, we don’t want you!” She screamed.

I honestly was confused, I really didn’t know how to calm two kids down at the same time. They seemed to have misunderstood me and my intentions, and they were angry because of that. I was lost; I didn’t know what to say to them.

I sighed and cleared my throat, “I think we should start by knowing each other first,” I smiled and stretched out my hand for a shake, “I am Olivia, what is your name?”

“I won’t tell my name to someone like you! You are evil!” She shouted and threw my hand off, “Evil Olivia!”

“Go away from us, we don’t want you. Evil Olivia!” The other girl shouted again.

I couldn’t hold it back; I couldn’t hide my anger anymore. These kids were smart, but the only thing was their immaturity. Normally, kids were always immature, but I believed that these kids were too smart to be this immature. They were doing all this on purpose.

“You are evil, you are evil, you are…”

“Keep quiet!” I shouted at them.

“You do not yell at my kids!” Sebastian showed up from nowhere and grabbed my hand forcefully, “My kids are always right, and the first rule of staying in this marriage is not yelling or talking back at my kids.”

The kids broke into tears almost immediately; their voices echoed in my head, and I felt like disappearing. How was I going to cope with this?

“I hate to see my kids cry, and I never forgive whoever makes them cry, not even myself.” He shook his head and stared deep into my eyes, “You will have to pay for making them cry!”

It was like my head went off my body. Easy peasy lemon squeezy? Definitely not. This is hell!