As soon as we got into our seats on the bus, Cassidy demanded to know what happened. “Spill.”, she demanded. “Spill what?”, I asked faining innocence. “You came to school with the triplets and been extra blushy all day. Now spill.”, she poked me. “I told my dad about my dates with the brothers this weekend before he went to work.”, I sighed. “Okay? And? How does that relate to you showing up with the boys and all the blushing?”, she questioned.
“It… it didn’t go well. My dad basically all but called me a slut. Making me feel bad about it, accusing me of trying to come between brothers. I lost it and unleashed my anger at him then cried in my room.”, I sighed leaning my head against the window. I could see Cassidy frowning in the reflection. “Dick!”, she exclaimed causing a few people to turn and look at us. &ld
I tabled my worry about how Forrest’s talk with dad was going and how Elijah talking to mom might go. I wasn’t the one talking to our parents. I trust my brothers to handle our parents and to stand up for our relationship. I only need to worry about showing our girl a good time tonight. I’d made reservations for us at Chickadee by the harbor for hopefully a romantic first date.And now that I knew what she’s wearing, I had to make sure I dressed just as well. Which the benefit of being part of my family, we are a well-dressed bunch. So I picked black slacks from my closet, then from Forrest’s, I grabbed a hunter green button-down with black cuffs and pocket accent, and then I grabbed Elijah’s thin black tie to complete the look. The joys of having brothers who are all the same size as you.I was smiling the whole
I was getting antsy after Forrest said he was going to tell dad about Riko. I know we need to tell them about her. She’s not some secret. Our relationship with her isn’t something we are ashamed of. Fuck we’d probably gladly shout it from the rooftops. I can only hope that dad takes this better than her dad did. We do not need multiple parents being dicks about this. Love our parents, but if they can’t be supportive, I’ve got no use for them. I wandered away from my computer, my work finished, to find mom. She, of course, was in her office, being the boss she is. I’m proud of her. Construction is a male-dominated industry, but she took over the company from grandpa, and she’s proven time and time again that she’s got more balls than any man in the room. Uncle Apollo could have fought to be CEO of the company, but he knew she was the right person for this job. He prefers to work on-site and get his h
My grandparents suddenly showing up on the doorstep threw me for a loop. And when Darius arrived, I’d been so worried. My mind had gone over all the ways it could have gone wrong. I know Darius and his brothers are charming and could probably sway most to their side. I just wasn’t sure how easily their charm would work on my dad or my grandparents. Of course, no surprise when my father was cold and dismissive to Darius. I’m not sure I want to know what they whispered to each other in their little stand-off. I was pleasantly surprised that my grandparents were supportive and practically strong-armed dad into not only letting me go out but to a midnight curfew. I’ll have to thank them later though I dread later. I can imagine that dad will be waiting up for me to come home. I can feel the headache forming from whatever lecture he’ll have. I don’t know if his speech will be better or worse than grandma
I don’t get this girl sometimes. How can she not see it? How can she not realize how amazing she is? I want to know who to blame for this low self-esteem our girl has and beat the crap out of them. She’s intelligent, funny, sexy as fuck, and well everything my brothers and I could want or need. We’ll have to work on her self-esteem. We’ll make her realize the truth by worshiping her like the goddess she is. Step one is getting her not to compare herself to others. Like that hostess. What on earth would I want with that girl? There’s a school full of girls just like her, just like Jane, that I don’t want. The girl I want is sitting right across from me. And those others got nothing on my girl. She’s got to know that, right? I’ve said it, and I’ve barely taken my eyes off her since we got out of the car. I chuckled at her comment about the shirt. “Like it
Dad didn’t say anything the rest of the time we were at the office or the drive home. I didn’t say anything either. I could have told him that Elijah told mom, and she’s on our side. But fuck him! I’m not telling him shit. He can find out on his own that his wife is on our side, and he’s the asshole. We got home before mom and Elijah, which made sense. They were grabbing dinner on their way back. As we went inside, I shoved past dad to head up to my room to wait. “Hold it right there, Forrest.” he said, grabbing my arm to stop me. “What? What can you possibly say?” I glared at him. “Let me specify that. What can you possibly say that won’t make me hit you?” I questioned, pulling my arm from his grasp. “You need to control that temper, young man.” he sighed. “Sorry, I take after mom’s side in that regard.” I rolled my eyes. “You better get it in ch
Our waiter had only just left us, and Darius was already teasing me. I think he enjoys it. I was about to voice my complaint at his teasing when his chair was moved next to me, and his lips were on mine. My complaint disappeared along with any coherent thought as he kissed me. I moaned into his lips as he bit my bottom lip, and everything else faded away.As I snaked my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, he pulled back with that teasing grin. “Save that for later. We’ve got plenty of time.” he winked and shifted his chair back across from me. I took a couple of shallow breaths, licking my lips. Damn him and leaving me wanting. “Fine. Since I’ve got you in a one-on-one situation and we aren’t in a classroom where we can’t talk, I’ve got questions. I want to get to know you better.” I sighed.He le
I felt bad. She’s sitting here being supportive and telling me to go for my dream, and I can’t really do the same. But I can still be supportive. She’ll find her dream, and when she does, we will support and encourage her to follow it. “Whether you’ve decided on a college or not, you don’t have to move when your dad does. You’ll be 18, therefore an adult.” I pointed out. “True. This is why this week, I’ve got to start job hunting and putting in resumes. I need at least an after-school job so that if I defer going to college, I can still maybe afford a little studio apartment on my own or get a roommate to live with after high school.” she nodded. “Well, it seems you have a backup plan, which is good. And if you’re looking for roommates post-high school. My brothers and I would be more than happy to take that role.” I smiled. She laughed, sighing and shaking h
I was glad to have the distraction with dessert to get out of talking about my mom. I know I will talk about her eventually. They’ve told me about their mom, so it is only fair. And I’ll talk to them eventually about it. It’s just hard to talk about her and what happened. It’s just a bit heavy of a topic for a first date. And I wouldn’t want to repeat it with each brother. Maybe sometime when it’s the four of us. So then I can say it once and not have to repeat it. And that gelato was delicious. I’m going to have to remember that place and go there often. I want to try every flavor they have. And then I want to try their macaroons. They looked so good in the display case. So with how he’d been teasing and not at all subtly hinting about wanting to get me into the backseat of the car, I was pleasantly surprised when we arrived at a rooftop garden. Sure it’s wi
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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