I hate this. I hate all of this. I’ve never been in a hospital before. Sure I’ve had injuries here and there over the years, especially playing basketball. But they’ve been minor and could be handled by my team doctor or my primary care doctor. And now the first time I’m in a hospital, and it’s with a broken leg and bruised ribs. But worst of all, Riko is here with me, and I have no idea how she’s doing.
“Fuck! This is my fault.” I yelled, shoving away the tray of food some nurse had left me. “Forrest, it isn’t your fault.” Elijah sighed, trying to reassure me. On some level, I know he’s right. But I also know a part of him does blame me. I was the one driving. I was the one that couldn’t get out of the way in time. I put Riko here.
And now, not only do I not get my date with he
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Ugh, my head hurts. It’s like a whole road crew is at work doing double time inside my skull. My whole body aches, and I’m not sure why. I tried to gain my bearings and collect my thoughts. The last thing I remember was driving with Forrest. He was so sweet and understanding. Proving yet again that he and his brothers don’t get jealous, at least not of each other. And then… then headlights.My eyes shot open, the bright fluorescent lights above me making me squint. “FORREST!” I shouted, sitting up despite the pain. “Whoa…. Slow down, Riko.” the familiar voice of my father reached me as his hand rested on my shoulder. “You’re okay. You’re in the hospital. That dumb kid hit another car.” he explained.I furrowed my brow, closing my eyes as I felt dizzy and like I might throw up.
Hearing about Riko’s mom was a lot to take in. No wonder she didn’t talk about it. Darius said she’d dodged his questions about her mom during their date. It all makes sense. Her dad obviously has unresolved issues about his wife’s death, and if he’s never sought help to work through his grief, he certainly didn’t think to take his ten-year-old daughter. I know mental health isn’t always something people think about, and often have some sense of shame about needing help, especially for men. It’s bullshit. Or at least I think it’s bullshit. Needing help is never something to be ashamed of. But I was raised where it was seen as normal, mostly because Aunt Larissa is a psychologist. Maybe I should give her a call, see if she can recommend someone local to suggest Riko and especially her father speak with. I glanced over at Forrest and can practically
I’d fallen asleep at some point. I’m not sure how long I’ve been asleep, but I was woken up by someone prodding at me. I groaned, squinting as I opened my eyes. A man was hovering near my head. Given he’s in scrubs and a white doctor’s coat, he’s obviously my attending doctor. “Sorry to have woken you, Riko.” the doctor apologizes. “I’m Doctor Theodore Tate. I want to check on your stitches. If you could try to sit up a little.” he introduced himself. I nodded a little, wincing as I sat up a bit as he requested. While he and a nurse carefully unwrapped the bandage around my head, I looked around the room. Dad was asleep in a chair. I felt so bad. I know what losing mom did to him. He had always been protective when I was a little girl, though mom played interference between us. There was no one to play interference with her gone, and he had direct
I was hanging on by a damn thread to my emotions. I’m usually the one that is always in control of them. But when I lose that control… I’m a danger to others. This much I know. And my family, mostly my mother, knows it too. “Darius…” mom sighs, putting her hand on my shoulder. “Why don’t you go for a walk, get some fresh air.” she suggested. I let out a breath running my hand through my hair. “Yeah… I’ll do that. Better than sitting here holding my breath, her dad lets us see her.” I nodded. “If you want, you can take my car and head home. If you see Elijah, you can take him with you. Your father and I will wait here till they discharge Forrest and bring him home.” she suggested. “But…” I wanted to argue. “He’s not going to let you near her. At least not tonight, and visiting hours are over.” mom sighed. “She’s right. He’s a stubborn little shit.”
Sunday was crap. I’ve been trying to adjust to using my crutches and having a room on the third floor fucking blows. My brothers have had to help me get up the stairs. Also, having to put a trash bag on my leg to shower fucking blows. And the fact we haven’t been able to talk to Riko is making me nuts.Every time we tried to call her hospital room, her dad answered. He’s fucking psycho. Who decides to isolate their only child from everyone they know and love? And who decides that in the fall out of a traumatic event is the best time to do it? Psychopaths or Sociopaths, whatever. He’s one of those. And I want to brain him with my crutch.Even Cassidy couldn’t get through his blockade. She tried calling and texting Riko only to get the same error we did. Her dad had her blocked too. And just like her grandparents and us c
A week. A whole fucking week stuck in a hospital. They are supposed to remove my stitches today. So that’s a good thing. One step closer to getting out of here. Dad took an emergency leave from work to be with me. I really wish he’d spend more time at work and home rather than here. I feel so lost and confused. I got my new phone. They transferred my contacts, but I get an undeliverable message when I’ve tried to the boys or even Cassidy. Which means they blocked me since I know for a fact I didn’t block them. It makes no sense. Why would they block me? Could they really blame me for the accident? But even then, what about Cassidy? She only tolerates the brothers because of me. She wouldn’t hate me for Forrest not being able to play basketball. She has beef with all jocks. So why was she avoiding me? And wh
After our run-in with Ryōta at the hospital, we’d gone straight home, pissed and ready to find dad. We wanted this asshole’s control over our girl gone. But when we got home, we were in for a big surprise. Hibiki and Yūri were on our front porch with bags.Ryōta had told them they needed to stay somewhere else after they confronted him about keeping Riko from them and how Riko left a message on the home phone. Apparently, he’s immune to guilt. I didn’t even know that was possible. They’ve been staying with us ever since, and dad’s been working on legal options for them and Riko.He is a total prick. We’d been sending flowers via delivery services all week, and all week we would get a call telling us they were unable to make the delivery as they refused it. I hate him. I don’t use that word lightly. I don&rsq
I’d been so nervous after I got off the phone with the boys. I was finally going to see them. I was excited, but then I remembered how bad I look. I almost wish they weren’t coming. I don’t want them to see me like this. My hair is a complete mess with the one side being shaved, and I haven’t even gotten to take a shower. I feel gross. There was just no stopping them. If there is one thing I have learned in my relationship with them, they don’t stop when they want something. Hell, the fact we have a relationship is proof of that. They decided they wanted me, and they got me. I never thought I’d fall for them so quickly. But if how depressed I’ve been without them indicates anything, it’s that I have fallen and hard. When they walked into my hospital room, it was like all the weight that was holding me down, and all those negative feelings just vanished
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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