Dickmatized Dainty

Bonus chaper

Lázuri Niah Scott Pierce

"Do not touch it, Lázuri." André laughs and was trying so hard to be serious.

I've went ahead to dye my hair grey, leaving out a few black strands. Now I'm on his lap with a tweezer trying to pull out the single grey hair on his brow.

"Just tell mih yuh scared..." He grabs my hand and threw the tool somewhere behind me. "Dré!"

"My love, let me grey in peace." This continues to be his excuse when I walked in here from the hair salon looking like I've been greying naturally.

I had loved the way he stared at me and I made sure he did.

Despite all these years we've been happily married, I've never failed in being his free entertainment.

"Am I stressing you, Mister Pierce?" I teased.

"No, they are." He gestures to the doorway of his office and there walked in our sons.

Our first born Alondré has recently turned sixteen. Aldeno is fourteen, Alnahiem is twelve and Alando being only nine.

All four boys having my hair type but everything else for their father.

An minus their age difference, I'm known to make André's identical quadruplets like a precise photo copy machine.

Having five emerald green eyes staring at me with the same look never stops scaring me.

"Dad, mommy." They greets.

Voices that are so much alike that I really question myself with what I was doing when they were in the womb.

Or what I was doing getting the D.

If they came out looking like cheese sticks then it wouldn't have been a problem since I've finally grown sick of it because of them.

It seems loving a man more than my favorite snack had been the cause.

André cleared his throat and I blinked, realizing I was lost in thoughts. "Hi."

They smiled.

Then as usual, I'm being properly greeted with kisses to my face from each. "Alright, is this a business talk or a family one?"

"The latter." All four responded.

"This is about your summer holidays?" Dré figured or he knew. He always knows things before I do.

"Yes Dad." They answered.

"I've signed up for Youth Camp at grandma's church." Aldeno grins, putting the sheet of paper on his father's desk.

I took it up and there it is, a permission slip.

"I have football camp." Alnahiem shrugged with his permission slip.

"Me too, and cadet." Aldeno added with his two permission slips.

"We're joining our cousin's summer program, both for football and cadet training this summer." Our eldest passes four sheets instead.

"André," I scoffed, "tell yuh son tu stop forge mih signature."

I reached for one of many beating sticks I have around the house but André stops me.

Our boys laughed, knowing my way of punishment is a joke compared to their father. All he needs to do is talk and they listen, but I'm the one who needs therapy for dealing with their antics.

"He did it for a good cause." Came André's excuse.

"Mhmm." I frowned, getting up off his lap and they watched me take a seat elsewhere.

"I'm sorry mommy."

"Mhmm." I hummed, looking at their faces with defeat. "Yuh leave dat girl yet, Alondré?"

"Not yet, mommy."

"Why not?" I raised a brow.

He didn't get to answer because his phone starts ringing.

I held my hand out and he handed it to me without a hitch.

An there it is, Emmy calling, and I answered.

"Babe, I'm sorry..."

"Emily, do you and that mother of yours need another beating?" I asked and just as I've expected, she hung up.

"What beating, mommy?"

"Exactly what it means." I shot his brothers a look when they laughed. "Mih heard when shi get upset and tell yuh to suck yuh gold digger mother."

All eyes went on him.

His dad especially.

"If you heard, so did the entire school and she's been on suspension for quite a while. An she's not my girlfriend, she's just possessed and won't leave me alone." That's something I already knew too.

"Then have your number changed." André told him and issues out their now signed permission slips.

And out they went. Our eldest held a smirk on his face.

"Wah deh look deh fah?"

"I'm about to watch that beating." He showed me his phone then walked away.

That was all I had.

Maybe one day I'll bring another book around with all the kids all grown up.

Annie Mae and Little Saint that ain't so little anymore.