It feels like the last five years have gone by so fast. Probably because so much has been happening since our wedding. As they say, time flies when you’re having fun. And while I can’t say life has been sunshine and rainbows, there have still been more high points than low. And for that, I’m forever grateful.
When we got home from our honeymoon, things seemed normal. A month later, Riko was sick, and well, let’s say our girl is miserable when she’s sick, and not even Forrest could improve her mood. But a trip to her doctor after using two sick days, and we soon found out it wasn’t something she ate. We were going to become parents.
Which, in theory, sounds amazing. I mean, we’d all dreamt of children, but within the first year of marriage, that was not in the plan. And while my parents and her grandparents were thrilled at the news, I know her dad wasn’t. Eve
THE END!!! Thank you all so much for reading The Princes of Ravenwood! I hope you have enjoyed reading Riko, Darius, Elijah, and Forrest's journey as much as I have. I am in the process of writing Chasing Kitsune, the story of Yūri and Hibiki. So keep an eye out.
I have a new appreciation for teachers. Because damn the level of patience it takes to deal with ninth graders. Though I think I have it worse than them. A prime example of why teaching is worse for me has just surrounded my desk. I internalized a heavy sigh, hoping this headache would just disappear. I don’t just mean my actual headache. No, the headache I want to disappear is the five girls giggling lined up along the front of my desk. “Hi, Mr. Frost,” one tittered. I stopped myself from rolling my eyes before looking up for the quizzes I was grading. “Can I help you, ladies? Did you not understand the assignment?” I questioned, glancing between the girls’ faces. Standing almost in a pattern so the shortest yet the ring leader of their quintet was in the middle. Miranda was around my wife’s height, but that’s the only thing they have in common. Miranda reminded me of Jane in all the worst ways. Same blonde hair and attitude that you expect of a
“You can handle this, Justin. I told you when I made you manager that I trust you. Your store has plenty of product and isn’t going to suddenly run out,” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. Love Justin to death, he’s a good friend, but he gets in his head sometimes. Not sure how his husband Ben deals with him. “Alright, if you’re sure,” Justin sighed. “And I am. Now I’m going to hang up. Darius should be home soon, and I need to finish getting into my costume,” I assured. “Alright. Well, may the force be with you,” Justin laughed. “And with you,” I chuckled, hanging up. “Justin still freaking out?” Forrest asked where he was sitting on the floor already in his costume, minus the Darth Vader helmet. “Yep. Justin needs anxiety medication,” I sighed, walking over, leaning on the back of the sofa to watch the progress. Hikari was already racing around in his little Luke Skywalker costume, making swishing sounds as he swung his lightsaber.&
This theme was my idea, so it was on me to make sure we pulled it off. I furrowed my brow, concentrating on getting Aiko’s hair just right. “Almost done, baby girl,” I assured her, getting the last pin in place. “Perfection! You are done, Princess Leia of the Rebel Alliance,” I grinned proudly at myself for getting her hair up. “Yay!” Aiko jumped up, spinning to give me a hug before rushing to cash her sister and older brother. “ You three just remember once mommy, daddy, and Bampás come down, we are going to take pictures to send to your grandparents and great grandparents, and then we will go trick or treating,” I called out as Ryū started to fuss. I sighed, gently lifting him from his bassinet he’d been snoozing in. “Otōsan is here. I’ve got you, little man,” I cooed softly, bouncing him as I walked to the kitchen. He didn’t give a shit about a word I said. But really, what hungry three-week-old does? “I’ve got ya. I’m pretty sure there
My husbands are something else. I can’t believe after all these years, they can still not only make me blush but that after four children, they get me so hot and bothered. First, Elijah and his sweet kisses, telling me about my upcoming spa day. Then Darius and his heated kisses, offering to take care of the pump and store the milk in the nursery’s mini-fridge. And now Forrest with his naughty promises after having fed our baby. Plus, I know he did Aiko’s hair which is just so sweet. I love them so much. My husbands are excellent fathers. I still feel overwhelmed with four kids, but I’m glad I have my husbands. Them planning the spa day shows me that not only did they notice I was struggling these past few weeks but that they took the initiative to do something about it. And they are so good with our kids. It melts my heart every time I see them with the kids doing anything. As we all stepped out onto the porch, I couldn’t help but chuckle. We wer
Why? Just why did we agree to host Thanksgiving this year? Artemis was more than happy to host everyone. Shaw even offered to rent out a private dining space at a restaurant for the whole family to enjoy the holiday without anyone having to cook.I should have jumped at my in-law’s offer. But no, I told them we would host. Why did I do that? I sighed as Ryū started to wail in his swing.Right. Because it’s Ryū's first Thanksgiving, and I want to have it at home as we did for Hikari’s first and then for Saki and Aiko’s first holidays. But I think I bit off more than I can chew.I don’t know why it felt so much easier when we did this two and four years ago. “MOMMY!” Hikari yelled, running into the kitchen in tears. “Just a moment, sweetie,” I sighed as I hurried t
I finally felt that my staff could handle the two locations without me watching them. The original location I know can run smoothly without me. We’ve been doing this for years now. But my new location it’s their first Thanksgiving which is a big season for us. And Justin was stressing himself and me both out with his anxiety.It took a phone call with his husband to get him to chill. And after going through every step from making the crust to the filling to baking the pies several times, Justin and his crew finally have the hang of it. I just wanted to get home.I hated knowing that Riko was alone with four kids. I should have asked mom and dad to take the older ones for the day since daycare is closed. But Riko was adamant she could handle it. And I want to trust she can.Y
I have a perma-smile on my face. I don’t think it’s ever going to fade. I think I finally found the perfect studio to create Chasing Kitsune into an anime. That meeting with the studio heads went fantastic. Other studios wanted to cut content and make it PG. Some thought offering to make it PG13 was a compromise. Just as one does not simply walk into Mordor. One does not simply censor Yūri Konishi. Those people are mostly dead. I’m sure many have tried to censor my grandmother-in-law. I know her dad didn’t like her sass mouth, and well, it cost him his head in the end. So I had to hold firm and push back against censoring the story. And this studio, Madhouse, is perfect for Chasing Kitsune and what it really needs to be. I can’t wait to tell everyone I signed the contract. I especially can’t wait to tell Yūri and Hibiki. It is going to
When I returned home from work the last day before Thanksgiving break started, everything had been cleaned up. But I was told all about it. While I was very disappointed in the girls for their behavior, I was impressed that Elijah was the one to discipline them. Not only did they have to help clean up the mess they’d made, but all three kids also had to make sorry cards for mommy, were banned from watching tv for two days, and had to tell me what they’d done when I got home. I’m not sure which was the worse thing. But I think having to tell me might be up there after no tv. I don’t like that I’m the disciplinarian. It’s just how it all worked out. I dole out the punishments, Forrest is the goofy one that can turn a frown into a smile, Elijah is the one that listens and
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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