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Twenty-Seven

Real {Adj} - actually existing as a thing or occurring in fact; not imagined or supposed

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Three years later...

      𝓣𝓱𝓮 boys were eight years old already. It was June, aka the middle of summer and Olivia was outside enjoying the sun while Ares, Apollo, and Peter messed around in the pool.

As she lay there, the sound of laughter coming from the pool, she couldn't help but think of how close her sons were to starting their training. They were still babies. She was terrified to let them into this cruel and unfair world.

Arthur had been running things by her since last year, letting her know exactly how he was going to train them and Olivia appreciated that more than she cared to admit. 

Training was going to be rough on them but it'd only help them be the strong men they needed to be to run things. She didn't want them to be ruthless, bloodthirsty, psychopaths like she was. It was the last thing she wanted. She knew the struggles of having to keep her blood lust in check. She'd hate for one, or both, of her sons to have to deal with it.

She let out a sigh, not wanting to stress herself out with something that wasn't for another few years. 

Suddenly, a hand found its way to her thigh. She opened her eyes to find her husband had taken residence on the edge of her chair. She smiled as she sat up, planting a peck on his lips which earned them an array of "boo"s and "ew"s from the three children in the pool.

The couple chuckled as they fell back into their own world. "Are you thinking about the boys' tenth birthday again?" Marcus spoke, catching his wife by surprise, "Am I being that obvious?" Marcus chuckled as he rubbed soothing circles into her thighs. "No, I just know you well enough to know when something bothering you." Olivia let out a sigh.

"I know I shouldn't be worrying but look at them." She pointed at the pool where Ares found his way on Peter's shoulders and was coving his eyes and Apollo was leading him to the deep end where some squirt guns were laying. "They're babies," Olivia said, sighing again for the hundredth time as she leaned her head against her husband's shoulder.

"Mio sono, Arthur won't push them beyond their limit, you know this." Olivia simply nodded, keeping her head on his shoulder. As a mother, she couldn't help but worry about everything, it was in her nature. "I know I know but, as their father, you're going to tell me you aren't worried." Marcus chuckled, noticing how she was trying to flip the conversation.

"Of course I worry, I love our boys but this is something that needs to happen. Whether we like it or not." Olivia let out a breath, taking her head off his shoulder, hating how right he was.

They spent the rest of the afternoon lazing around the pool, watching the twins borderline torture their uncle in the pool.

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      Olivia sat in her office going through some paperwork. She ran her hand through her long dark hair before pulling a cigarette out from one of her drawers and lighting it, taking a big breath in of it.

She could feel her muscle loosen and she let the smoke linger in her lungs before breathing out a cloud of smoke.

She let the cigarette rest between her lips, going back to her paperwork when suddenly her phone rang. She didn't recognize the number, she didn't like receiving calls from unknown numbers, especially in the business she worked in.

She took the cigarette out of her mouth as she answered the phone, "Bonjour?" She asked in French, hoping that maybe it was just another French businessman looking for a loan or a favor. Not that she'd grant it to them but she'd rather some sleazy businessman than an enemy.