Olympus Drive Book 3: According to Plan

Chapter 7

Thyme

"Why do we have to stay with gramma??"

"We want to help you."

"Because your mom went far away, and you're too little. You'll come with me another time, boys, I promise," I say parking outside my grandmother's house. Not their grandma, mine. One of their grandma's is dead, the other didn't even really want to be my mother she so does not want my kids around.

"Promise?"

"Want to help!"

"I know, I promise, we'll do fun things when I get back, for now I need you to stay with your grandma," I say, walking in before remember I should have knocked or called or something. As it is I'm not the only person visiting. My grandma is currently receiving Jasmine and Hector, who appear to be moving in based off the number of fancy suitcases they have piled about them.

"Go on, go play on the TV," I say, ushering my boys inside and going to strangle my sister. The twins love video games.

"I didn't know you were back," Jasmine says as I basically choke her out of affection.

"Neither did I," I say, kissing the top of her head. She's holding her child, a precious little thing, not much older than my boys. She and our father had intended to pass him off as one of our father's bastards anytime he was above ground. For whatever reason, Jasmine thought that was going to work, even when she showed up with her perfect little half-goth baby. 

Today he is dressed in a little suit, black of course, with a purple vest and pocket tuck. He's wearing a goddamn hat and has dark glasses on like his bloodless sire. He has dimples, and a cheeky grin, exactly like Hector's, though he has his mother's soft hair and tiny nose. A perfect mix of the two, and obviously their kid. Yeah, my Aunt Della doesn't know he exists.

"This bag has crackers in case he gets hungry he likes fruit in the afternoons, that suitcase has a couple of changes of clothes he hates getting messy," Hector says, gesturing at one of three fancy ass leather suitcases with LV all over them even though that isn't anyone's initials. Wait Anna has a bag like that. Does it mean something? I'll ask her.

"That one has some of his favorite toys he likes a stuffed dog---and in the backpack is his favorite blanket and a few of his favorite books, his favorite toy though is his coins he likes stacking them don't try to take them away---sometimes the child wishes to be addressed as 'she' a request which we respect and expect you to do the same in which case the child may require a dress or tiara which is in that bag there------oh and that's an extra box of coins in case you misplace those-----Thyme what are you doing here?" Hector says, very competently pointing to the suitcases and finally noticing me.

"Dropping the kids off," I say, "Grandma can you watch them? I need to go and check on their mom---Jas why are you here?"

"We were dropping Darius off for an afternoon with his grandma," Jasmine says, setting him down carefully so he can tug one of the bags.

"And we're not anymore come on little one," Hector says, immediately picking Darius up.

"But you said it was good'fr my 'evelopment to visit gramma," Darius says, sadly, to his dad, "I want to show her my coins."

"I'm sorry sweetie," Jasmine says.

"Yes we'll discuss this again in a decade or whenever I'm comfortable with the idea again---" Hector says, deadass about to leave.

"Whoa whoa, hold it. Are you not leaving him here, because you don't trust your precious little angel around my kids?" I ask, grabbing Hector's arm so he doesn't disappear to avoid the question (he would do that).

"Do I trust my precious delicate sensitive boy around your hellions? No, no I do not," Hector says, without remorse.

"Daddy! Please can I punch Dari's face I want to see what colors his skin turns," Phineas says, tugging on my cargo pant pathetically. Hector and Jasmine both stare at me pointedly.

"That's completely fair, yeah, okay, see you around," I say, nodding, "Phin no, we don't punch people without permission."

Hector snaps his fingers and they and the many suitcases vanish.

"Thyme, I didn't even know you were in the country," my grandma says, as my boys go back to wrestling over a Dorito they found in the couch.

"I wasn't----I need to go find Anna, I'm worried about her. Can you keep an eye on them for me for a couple of days?" I ask.

"Yes of course—"

"Good---boys be good for your grandma--- fighting only with each other," I command. They both nod eagerly.

"Wait—where are you going?" she asks.

"If I tell you, then you'll tell my dad, and he'll be pissed. I'll be back in a few days," hopefully with their mom.

"That means it's bad—Thyme."

"I'll be fine---you might want to check them for weapons they were playing in my bag," I say, backing out the door.

"Be careful," she says, frowning.

"I will," I may not.