Practice went well, though some of my teammates were wary of talking freely around me, even more so when they saw my brothers hanging out in the bleachers. Probably for the best as those that spent practice silent beyond necessary.
After all, they are friends with that dickweed Brant, and our girl got him suspended. He deserves it, not just for harassing Riko but for all next to me but
I know my brothers were worried about Riko, just like me, being in detention and how her father might react to it all. We only caught a glimpse of him in the parking lot.
He was easy to spot and not just because he was with Riko. He was dressed in the crisp navy color uniform of an air force officer.
His jacket breast was decorated with patches and metal badges with what I’m guessing were symbols for his rank at the collar. Riko had only painted him as this stern figurehead.
He wasn’t the tallest man I’d seen. He barely stood three inches taller than Riko,
I don’t know what Forrest was thinking about during dinner. After dad tried to assure us, we’d find serious girlfriends. You know the kind you can have a future with. He was quiet; something just looked off about his expression. It was some weird mixture of happy, confused, hopeful, and frustrated, which left me feeling just confused. We can generally always read each other's faces. It’s like we practically share thoughts. After we finished our homework, I had to wait until after dinner before trying to find out. I knew Forrest wouldn’t open up if our parents were in earshot. We liked to keep our secrets. And I’m guessing whatever was up it had to do with our Riko. Yes, I’m calling her ours. We may not like to think or treat her as a secret she is. Our parents wouldn’t get it; no one else would, and I could care less. The only person who needs to be okay with it and get it is Riko. As we trudged up the stairs to our shared room, I locked t
Despite our heart-to-heart after detention, I, of course, was still punished, which meant no phone for a week. I'm glad dad can't crack my password. I don't want to imagine his reaction if he read the group text with the triplets. I remembered when Forrest gave a graphic recount of our physics class with his hand up my skirt. I was blushing just thinking about it. I should probably stop thinking about it, about Forrest’s hand touching and teasing me. I bit my bottom lip, clenching my thighs as I lay in my bed, trying to fall asleep. I glanced to my bedroom door listening for footsteps and watching for shadows. There were none, so dad was still awake in his office or the living room watching tv. I can't believe I'm thinking of doing this. What have these boys done to me? Turning away from the door, I closed my eyes. I was easily imagining Forrest with that teasing smile on his lips, Elijah with that warmth on his eyes watching me with rapture, an
Damn my brothers, both. All last night I had dreams about Riko. Yes, some were dirty and sexy as hell of me exploring every inch of her body and making her cry out in pleasure. But then I had dreams of a wedding. Riko was walking down the aisle at the Cathedral of the Holy Cross, wearing Nana Hazel’s wedding gown with a bright smile on her face as her eyes landed on me...on us. Which I know isn’t possible. Plural marriage is very much illegal. But her in that dress did things to do. Then came dreams of being at an ob-gyn, crammed in a room with my brothers surrounding her on a table as the ultrasound displayed three healthy babies. I was enraptured at the sight of little limbs moving and the sound of fluttering heartbeats. Then looking at her belly in awe that inside her petite body was a new generation of Frost. Then I was pushing a swing in a backyard, a little dark-haired child giggling while Forrest and Riko chased the other two, and Elijah was at the gri
Phew. I am so glad the brothers didn’t try to fight me about my rules. It isn’t that I don’t like them kissing me or touching me. But I can’t have them doing that here at school. It’s only my third day here, and I’m the center of nasty rumors, and I think every girl in school hates me other than Cassidy. I’d like to minimize the damage from getting worse. When they asked if my rules apply outside of school, I hadn’t answered, and now they think that’s a yes. I hadn’t even considered that I’d see them outside of school. And I rather like the idea of seeing them outside of school. Not that I’m sure how that would work. Dad would probably not approve of me going on any dates. I also still need to look around for an after-school job. But I suppose I’ll have to wait and see how things go. I ignored the looks I got as I walked into homeroom with Darius’ arm around me. Darius let me slide into his desk, which he then tried to move closer to my desk.
This whole no touching and kissing at school rule is going to be difficult. I like getting to kiss Riko. But I'll behave. None of us would do anything to upset her or that she doesn't want. So we just need to find ways to see her outside of school. Of course, that means both my brothers got to set up dates with her this weekend before me. Darius claimed Friday night to take her to dinner, and Forrest snagged Saturday to take her to the movies. But I'll get my turn.
These boys are something else. I had been worried for Elijah when he got hit during Gym Class. However, my worry didn’t stop me from laughing. There’s something so empowering knowing I’m that much a distraction. I didn’t even let Jane bother me with her glares during class. And I got along with the girls I was teamed up with. Maire, Amy, and Aleesha all seemed like nice average girls. They were kind and didn’t seem to care about the rumors about the brothers and me. I watched Elijah walk away and smile as Forrest took my hand. “Let’s go, beautiful,” he grinned, giving me a light tug. I quickly fell into step at his side. “So, how’s your day been going?” he asked. “It’s been rather good,” I answered, thinking about how Brant treated people. “I think Brant getting suspended seemed to quell much of the animosity aimed at me. During Gym Class, Amy Bannister thanked me. I guess Brant used to harass her about her weight and poke her, calling her the ‘Pillsbur
I don’t like this whole one at a time crap. I know why we decided on this. So we could help lessen the number of looks Riko was getting and the rumors going around about her. But it means I don’t get to see her between the end of our shared English class and her Trigonometry class. I miss her. Which that’s strange, right? To miss her this much just because I haven’t seen her in a few hours. I can’t wait for Friday to get here. I’m looking forward to taking her out to dinner and getting time with her outside of school. Then I can finally touch her the way I want to. But for now, I’ll just have to suffer the rest of the school week. I hurried out of my class to get to her trig class. I spotted her as she exited with my added height, her head turning as she looked around. I managed to sneak around her to come up behind her. “Looking for me, sweetheart?” I whispered near her ear. I couldn’t help but laugh as she jumped and hit me softly. “Don’t scare me l
I’ve been putting off telling my dad about my busy weekend plans. But now it’s Friday morning, and I woke up early to catch him before he left for work. My arrival at the kitchen table at 4 am surprised my father, who choked on his coffee as I sat down. “Good morning, sweetheart. Are you feeling okay? Don’t usually see you up this early,” he questioned, taking a cautious sip of his coffee. I smiled softly, trying to hide how nervous I was. Dad’s right; I don’t usually get up this early. Not since I was a little girl and would wake up early to see him before work. I used to hate the mornings I didn’t, and I woke up to my sitter, not him. Looking at him, I notice for the first time how he’s aged. I could see the grey hairs more predominantly and the number of his age lines than before. When did he get old? “Yes, I’m okay,” I assured. “I wanted to talk to you before you go to work,” I explained, rubbing the back of my neck. “I’m listening. Yo
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Growing up as a military brat, I didn’t have too many holiday traditions. Unlike my husbands, who every year growing up knew they would go cut down a tree, and they’d go to the trellis lights event. We moved enough that it was hard to maintain traditions. But there was one that even after mom died, we kept alive. Cookies.I don’t have a lot of memories of my mom, but I do remember that every Christmas eve, no matter where in the world we were, she’d have me in the kitchen with her to bake cookies for Santa.Cranberry white chocolate and walnut jam thumbprint cookies were my mom’s go-to. I think because we could get the ingredients no matter where we lived.And since having our kids, I get to share that tradition. So right now, our kitchen is abuzz with activity. Elijah and I are working with Hikari, Saki, and Akio to make cookies. Darius is holding Ryū while Forrest is taking pictures.As an early gift, my dad ordered l
My brothers and I are still reeling from how things went at the trellis lighting event. I mean, yes, the fact our sweet Hikari pushed another kid was jarring. And that kid’s mother… Joanie Walker was a piece of work. But all of that faded as the event progressed. All for the unlikely flirting between Reese and Don.When I invited Don to meet up with us at the event, I never would have guessed he’d hit it off with Reese in a million years. He’s certainly not her usual type. I’m not putting him down or anything. Don’s a great guy.I’ve never seen Reese even look twice at a guy who couldn’t at least stand a chance in an arm-wrestling match against her. Reese just came out of a bad breakup where the insecurities of lesser men once again got in the way. I don’t want Don to be a rebound.I just don’t know how to broach the subject with him or with Reese. I decided today I should just clear the ai
I have loved going to the waterfront for the light-up event since I was a kid. I loved it even more, when we started bringing Riko with us. Even if we got looks and people whispered about us. Those whispers didn’t get better after we started having kids. But I will never let the opinions of others impede my enjoyment of the event. As I was unloading the van, I felt arms wrap around me and literally lift me off the ground in a bear hug. “Hey, cousin!” Clay greeted, squeezing me harder. I rolled my eyes because this is just how my cousin is. He wants a reaction to indicate that he’s stronger than me. Which okay, he is. Like his father, Clay works hard in the construction company and has won some bodybuilding competitions. But I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s stronger than me. “Put my Bampás down,” Saki glared up at Clay and kicked him in the ankle. I snickered at my little girl coming to my rescue. “You gonna make me, p
In our family, there are only three traditions. The big holiday party at Frost manor has been a tradition since well the estate was built. But it was primarily a big deal in Hazel Frost’s day. It’s a big deal with the whole family and the influential people that run in the Frost social circle.Eye Roll! I could care less about rubbing elbows with politicians, lawyers, movie stars, and business owners of fortune 500 companies. They are not my style. And not really my brothers’ style either. We’ve been lucky the last few years to decline the invite because we have little ones. Before the kids, we didn’t get much choice but always ducked out early with Riko.The last time we went was the party the year we got married. We left after I decked Brant Jones for pinching Riko’s ass and asking if she’d like to give hi
When my husbands said they had a spa day planned, they really meant it. My day started with a body wrap, manicure and pedicure, facial, and then a couples massage where thankfully the staff didn’t say a word that it was me and all three of my husbands. I appreciated the lack of judgment.After our massages, my husbands sent me to change into an outfit of their choosing. I was a little concerned it would be something dirty and scandalous. But I found a beautiful sleeveless wrap dress with a flutter hem in a blush pink with floral print hanging in the changing room.I, of course, spoke too soon about the nothing scandalous part as I found a soft pink floral applique longline demi-bra and thong set where my maternity bra and panties had been. I sig
This getaway was more needed than I wanted to admit. I miss my children. God, I miss them. And that's why I feel like a terrible mother because a large part of me is happy to be away from them. Maybe I should see my therapist like my loving husbands have been suggesting since before Thanksgiving. I haven't wanted to admit it. But maybe I really do have postpartum depression. I don't want to feel this way. It isn't good for me. And it's not fair to my kids, especially Ryū. Why am I contemplating my mental health while wrapped in the warm, loving arms of Forrest at five in the morning? Because I woke up to my breasts aching, needing to be pumped, fighting my tears at how much I miss my baby. "Riko? Baby? What's wrong?" Forrest's groggy voice question
The glass-bottom boat was really cool. Getting that view of all the sea life in waters deeper than we were snorkeling earlier. We got some more great pictures to show the kids and other family members when we get back.I know Cassidy was miffed that we were going on this trip. Not that she said anything to us, but Collin grumbled about showing him up. I told him to step his game up. Can’t keep doing the same shit. He needs to keep her on her toes.Tonight we shared another dinner on the terrace of the villa together. We have a plan for tomorrow that will knock our wife’s socks off. And with luck, everything else she’s wearing. This was a getaway to remember. Great views, great food, and even better company. Yet, I still miss the kids. We’ll have t
I miss my kids. I miss waking up to my girls jumping on my bed shouting for me to get up before they eat all the cocoa puffs. I love those little hellions. They are so mine it’s not funny. Not to say I don’t miss my boys. Hikari and his sweet smile and a big hug when I would get downstairs. I miss Ryū so damn much. His sweet baby smell and the weight of his little body as he slept on my chest. “Get up.” Darius grunted, shoving me out of bed. “Why are you and Elijah so mean. I’m going to enjoy not waking up to either of you tomorrow.” I grumbled, rubbing sleep from my eyes. “What, I thought you’d be missing your violent wake-up call from the twins. I’m not jumping on the bed, so this is the best you get.” Darius taunted that same devious gleam in his eyes our girls often have. I sighed and rolled