I haven’t seen or heard from dad since Christmas Eve. I don’t know if I want to either. He needs help, and it’s not the kind of help I can give him. And after everything he did and how he treated the boys, it’s going to take time and big improvements on his part to convince me to forgive him. I’d been so terrified that night when we pulled up, and I saw him staggering as grandma was making him leave.
After such a wonderful date with my boyfriends. A magical date where they told me they love me, and I said it back, this is what we came home to. And instead of just leaving, he punched Forrest. I was still angry at him for hitting Darius while I was in surgery and then Elijah while in my hospital room, so for him to hit Forrest, to hit the last of my boyfriends, I didn’t know what to feel.
I know my father is no slouch when it comes to fighting. He’s
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I was glad that only one of the boys came with me to the check-in counter. I’m pretty sure I would die of embarrassment if the concierge saw the three of them and I checked in for one bedroom. Sure they’d not be wrong to think we were here to have sex, but I don’t want to be judged. Once I had checked in, Darius and I met with his brothers and headed up to the seventh floor to our suite. Forrest let out a whistle as we walked in. “This is fancy.” he nodded. We wandered from the entry area through an archway to find a lush-looking living area with a fireplace and a mini grand piano. Glancing to the left, I saw a formal dining area. “This way.” Darius smiled, taking my hand as he followed his brothers back through the entry to a set of frosted glass double doors. Elijah pushed them open, leading the way into the massive bedroom. “This place is so beautiful.” I whispered.
It’s amazing how much can change in a mere eight months. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life after high school. I moved to town, intending to keep my head down and go unnoticed. I only knew I didn’t want to keep moving wherever the Air Force sent my dad. Then my entire world was flipped upside down, and everything changed when I met Darius, Elijah, and Forrest Frost. Who’d have thought accidentally running into Forrest outside the office on my first day would result in finding the loves of my life. And it’s not just finding love. I found my passion for architecture while working for their mother’s construction company. From meeting them, I found myself. Sitting in on meetings with architects and learning the ins and outs of the business, I found my spark. I found what I wanted to do with my life.
A Frost is never nervous. Or that’s what we like to say and have people believe. But right now, my brothers and I are nervous as hell. The last three years have been amazing. All three of us attending Boston University with Riko was like a dream come true. Getting to live together, this is the life we want. We all agreed that a life without Riko wouldn’t be a life worth having. We’ve been renting a spacious four-bedroom duplex not far from campus for the last three years. And we love it. It’s been weird having our own bedrooms. We keep our own bedrooms for times when Riko wants to be alone, or we might be out late for work or something and don’t want to disturb each other. But most nights, we end up in Riko’s room. Of course, we got a lot of attention when we moved in. People are nosey little shits. And seeing one woman and three men moving into a unit t
I can’t believe it’s almost here. It’s been five years since the day when my brothers and I met Riko and fell in love at first sight. Five years leading up to tomorrow’s big event. Legally only, I am marrying her, but that’s just on paper. We all know tomorrow is about officially tying all three of our souls to hers for life. Over a year ago, we proposed to her at the trellis at the waterfront park. Over a year of planning has gone into tomorrow. It wasn’t easy balancing wedding planning and university. But the four of us have managed. Well, they managed. I was the first to graduate since the culinary arts degree isn’t a four-year program. Since I finished my degree, I spent a portion of my inheritance to start White Jasmine Cupcakes. It’s still a small pastry shop, but I managed to get a great location, so business has been good. We’ve established some
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
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