Rebound: Passion Book 2 (25 page)

“I know
how to get us out of this. Hey girls you want to go to grandpa Stan’s?”

“
Yaaaaaayyyyyyy
…”

“Alright then let’s go. I
started to take off the offensive boa from around my neck but was stopped in my
tracks.

“No daddy.”

“What
baby? I can’t wear this outside that’s silly.” Shit, she just stared up at me
like I was a dumbass while Josh tried bribing them. In the end my little bribe
backfired and we ended up going to the diner with hot pink feather boas around
our necks.

“Nice
work Einstein now the whole town’s gonna know we’re whipped.”

“What, I
didn’t see you coming up with any bright ideas. Look at them back there, you
think they know what they’re doing?” He looked back into the backseat where the
two little darlings had the smuggest looks on their faces. “I’m pretty sure
they do but I’ll take this one, at least it beat the last time.”

“Don’t
remind me, purple nail polish.” It was the only time I’d made my little girl
cry, a man had to have some limits after all. And mine was letting my
three-year old daughter paint my nails. I thought Josh was going to have heart
failure that day, Mr. Macho can never deny the girls anything but even he had
balked at that. Dad was a total sellout, he’d let them paint his hands and feet
for extra hugs and kisses the snake.

 
With our luck the damn diner was crowded and
everyone just had to notice what we were wearing. Josh gave them a stare down
that they all pretty much ignored and Stan’s pointing and laughing didn’t help
matters any. We got set up in the booth and tried to pretend we had some
dignity left but it was a lost cause.

“Ice
cream girls?” they both nodded as we got them set up in their booster seats
with bibs to protect the cute little dresses we’d dressed them in earlier that
day. There was a lot of racket when grandpa Stan came over to say hi to them
and they carried on a conversation with him like two old ladies in a parlor.
Truth
be
told my daughter gives me anxiety attacks,
not only because she’s a female and I haven’t the foggiest notion what to do
with one that tiny. But because she’s not like any kid I’ve ever known, and
since she came with a duplicate and they pretty much do everything the same
there’re times when that shit borders on the spooky.

The
waitress came over to take our orders. It was the same lady that had taken over
Kadyn’s
shift all those years ago, only now instead
of the gaunt down on her luck young girl we’d first met, she was a happy,
smiling woman who looked more sure of herself. “We’ll all have sundaes Marie
thanks.” She exchanged a little small talk before leaving again. A few people
came over to say hi to the girls but I’m pretty sure most of them were there to
gloat at the fact that my brother and I looked like two asses.

“So you
boys are on sentry duty again, what is it this time?”

“Shopping.”

“Well at least there’s no nail
polish this time, you’re making progress.” The old shit was fighting hard not
to laugh but I had something to fix him. “Stan, remember your last play party
with the girls?” I could already see him changing color.

“We’ve
got tape dude.” Josh was only too happy to fill him in on that score.

Just
then we heard sirens blaring as two cruisers raced by outside. “That’s not a
sound you hear everyday in Sea Crest.” I put it out of my mind, I’m sure if it
was anything exciting Michael would tell us about it at dinner. Since Carrie
had the baby three years ago he’s been a regular at the dinner table. I guess
since he missed out on his daughter’s upbringing he was trying to make up for
it with his granddaughter. Not to be outdone Stan was usually right there
beside him and mom was finally getting the full house she’d always wanted.

Simone
had gone back home because of her job and she had a life there but she came up
as often as possible and whenever I had the time I took my girls down to see
her; then there was
FaceTime
almost every night. I’m
not gonna mention Carrie’s mom because quite frankly she’s not part of our
family and we never do.

I
watched my little girl as she ate her ice cream and unlike most dads I’m sure,
I was secretly hoping she’d spill something. It’s the strangest damn thing, but
the kid doesn’t spill. After five minutes of watching the careful way both
girls ate their treats without spilling a drop I turned to my brother. “They’re
like
Stepford
wives in training bro.”

“Let’s
hope this next batch is boys, between the stress of worrying about their safety
until they’re fifty and dealing with their near perfect personalities I’m about
to lose my
sh
…” he cut himself off when four little
eyes snapped in his direction. We’ve tried researching the phenomena but all I
can come up with so far is that children today are more advanced than their peers.
I know for a fact that Kadyn and Carrie didn’t take any kind of medication
while they were pregnant, so we were kinda hard pressed as to why our girls
were the way they are.

The
spook factor was a bit worrisome and no matter how much their mothers claimed
we were over reacting there was just no way it was normal for two three year
olds to hold adult conversations and ask the questions these two did. Josh had
come up with the idea of a video diary, which was now up to hundreds of hours.

Our
phones buzzed on the table twenty minutes later. I checked mine with a frown
because the message on the screen didn’t make any sense. “What’s yours say?”

“Come and get your wife.” Mine
did too.

“It’s
from Michael what could he mean…oh crap the sirens. Come on girls we have to
go.” There were no tears of no, we want to finish, nothing. They just wiped
their little mouths and placed the napkins neatly beside the bowls of half
eaten ice cream that would’ve taken any other kid in the universe five minutes
to destroy.

“Ready
daddy.”

“Ready
daddy.”

Four
little arms lifted up for us to take them. I don’t know about Joshua but every
time my little girl looks up at me like that, so trusting, and with all that
love shining in her eyes for me, I melt a little more inside. I smelt her
little neck as I lifted her from her seat and sat her on my hip. We dropped
some money on the table for a tip and said a hasty goodbye as we headed out to
go see what our women were up to.

The
last time we’d got a call like this had been well before the girls were born
and Kadyn and Carrie had been caught drag racing. Since then things had been
pretty quiet, motherhood seemed to calm them down so who knew what they’d been
up to this time. They were both big as whales so I’m pretty sure that they weren’t
getting behind the wheel to do something stupid. This second pregnancy had
convinced me that they’d planned the first. How else could you explain two
women coming up pregnant close together twice? They weren’t talking but we’d
made up our minds that that’s exactly what was going on.

Down at
the station we heard the raised voices as soon as we walked in. Michael was
sitting on his desk with one leg swinging and his head in his hand. Kadyn,
Carrie and Nessa had two of his deputies pretty much cornered and were reading
them the riot act.

“Can we join the party, what’s
going on here?”

“Your wives have been arrested
for assault and disturbing the peace.” That was a new one.

“Who did
they assault?”

The
two of them turned to us when they heard us but you wouldn’t think they were in
any trouble with the way they were acting. They smiled at the girls who wanted
down from our arms to go with their moms. Nessa looked like a thundercloud and
was still busy arguing with one of the deputies who was trying his best to
disappear into the wall.

“It was
that idiot Dan.”

“Did he put his hands on you?”
I’d seen that asshole around town a time or two but had never had anything to
say to him since the day I’d stomped his ass. If he’d done anything to my wife
there was a pretty good bet that I’ll be the next one in cuffs.

“He
didn’t do anything to them as far as I can tell, they on the other hand beat
the living
sh
…mess out of him.” The three of them
started talking all at once until Josh whistled loud enough to raise the dead
and the place got quiet again.

“You,
talk.” I pointed at Kadyn who was looking mutinous; her ass can get up to a
whole heap of shit, especially when she’s with her sisters.

“He was thumping on this poor
girl right there in the mall like it was nothing and no one was doing anything
so we did.” I looked at her seven-month pregnant tummy and took a deep breath.

“What
exactly did you do?”

“The
three of them jumped him and then sat on him until my guys showed up.”

Just then Andrew walked in
looking like a
slickster
in his Armani suit and
loafers.

“Okay what are my clients
charged with?”

“What’re you doing here douche?”
he was one of the lawyers on our payroll and the little shit was damn good at
his job, but this was the first I’d heard of him representing our wives as
counsel.

“The
girls called.”

“They’re
not charged with anything yet. I’m pretty sure Dan doesn’t want the whole world
to know that he’s been taken down by a bunch of girls, but I’m still contemplating
charging them with causing a ruckus in my town.”

“Come on
dad don’t be a heel, that guy had it coming.” They started talking over each
other again and all I could do was stand there and pray for patience.

“Can you
all get them out of here?
they’re
giving me a
headache.”

“Thanks dad.” Carrie gave her
father a kiss on the cheek and then the babies had to follow suit before we
were heading for the door again. “See you tonight for dinner.”

“Yeah get out of here, Joshua,
Matthew can you please keep a leash on your women?”

Shit, why
did he have to go and say that? That only started the yelling and screaming
again and in the end I had to drag my wife out of there.

The
douche took Nessa to his car and Josh and Carrie went to the car the girls had
been using which left me and Kadyn with the one we’d come in. I strapped her in
after seating the baby in her seat in the back. “Aren’t you going to lecture
me?” she looked back at Amara and smiled before turning back to me in the
driver’s seat.

“What
would be the point?
you’re
just gonna do what you want
anyway.” It’s true there was no point in arguing with her, in the last few
years her strength and confidence has grown to the point where she didn’t show
any fear. The girl I’d met was long gone and in her place was a self-assured
woman full of fire. I took her hand in mine and kissed her fingers.

“Are you happy with yourself?”

“Yep, he had it coming, now he’s
going to face charges for hitting that poor girl. Maybe we can help her
Matthew, I think she wants to leave him but she’s afraid to.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

THE END

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