One too Many

Chapter 18

Mariposa Samara

These boys are going to drive me crazy. I will most likely die of an aneurysm they caused before any other reason.

I step over Oscar with my foot still on his chest causing him to grunt. I walk past Dominic and Ian to sit back in my place on the couch. Pulling the blanket back to cover my lap and turning the TV back on since it seemed someone turned it off.

My new cute shadows, Amarok and Storm, go back to their positions under my feet, cuddling each other.

Uncle and Auntie are back on the love seat, my quadruplets still lounge on the couch the twins and Asher were sitting in, its a tight fit but they are making it work.

"Have a seat," says Asher motioning to the vacant spots on either side of me on the couch while looking at Oliver and Oscar. "We will bring more chairs." With that he and his brothers head to the dining room to bring said chairs.

"We should have sat in the den." Shares Uncle. "It has more couches and we won't need the chairs."

"It's okay, Dad. Chairs are fine." Answers Cale as he leaves the room.

Oliver and Oscar plop down on either side of me. Squishing me between them. Again. What the fuck is wrong with these boys and their gigantic bodies?

I look up and catch the quads eye me from the corner of their eyes. "This is not over yet. We will discuss this more later. Once Zaid can move better, you will be doing five running labs around Hope. You two included." I pin the twins with a 'I dare you argue' look.

I look up to see the shock and horror on their faces, especially the quads.

I don't blame them. Hope might be a very small city, but it stands on around 105 km^2. This will teach them to think before they act.

"But Momma, 5 labs around Hope is a lot," grumbles Zayin, looking everywhere but at me.

"What was that? I didn't hear. Oh, did you say you want to clean Hope instead of running around it?" I raise an eyebrow at them.

The colour blanches from their faces and they look deathly pale. Nobody says a word.

After their last cleaning punishment, they hated the word clean. So I went easy on them this time. They should be thankful.

"That's what I thought. Now, shut up and let me watch my show." I say turning back to the TV.

"What the hell did you do to these poor boys to scare the living shit out of them with you just talking? They look fucking traumatized. Should I be scared for my life?!" Asks Cole with horror in his eyes. They just came back to the room each with their own chair.

I can't hold my laughter as I look at his horrified expression. "Don't get on my nerves and you will live longer than your fate intended, I promise." I tease, causing him to look at me in disbelief.

I don't do that for the sole purpose of punishing them. I want them to realize that what they did was very reckless. They keep pulling these stunts without knowing the actual dangers of them. They may be mature, they actually matured way before their age, but they still let their anger lead them; they act childish when they know the situation doesn't allow. Especially, Zain and Oscar. It will fucking kill me if anything happens to them. I lost a lot of people in my life and I am not ready to lose my baby brothers, my kids, my whole world, my fucking soul, because they can't control their fucking anger when a piece of shit like Antonio provokes them.

We sit quietly for some time, but I feel eyes burning the side of my face of how strong they are staring. I felt their stares on me all the time today but this one is more intense.

I look to my side and lock eyes with Dominic. We stare at each other for sometime, "Say it," I start, grabbing everyone's attention. "You are going to burn a hole through my head, so just ask whatever you want. Like I said, if I can answer it I will."

He inhales deeply before saying, "this might be very personal and I will not push you for an answer, but..." he stopes for a second, looking at the quadruplets and back at me again.

It clicks right away what he wants to ask, but I stay quiet; waiting for him to continue.

"Are you... are they really your kids?" He continues very quietly, eyes barely meeting mine. "Aren't you too young to have adult kids? I mean how old are you? 24? 25? Please don't tell me you were..." he trails off pain visible in the depth of his eyes.

"What you are thinking never happened," I answer keeping my focus solely on him, so he can see the truth on my face and in my eyes.

I mean technically it's possible, physically impossible, but thank goodness it didn't happen.

He visibly relaxes, breathing a sigh of relief.

Why is this stranger, that is a cruel ruthless mafia man, worried about me? Not even my own parents cared enough to protect me, while they were more than capable.

I decide to go back on track and not to drown in the dark memories. My worst nightmares. But before I can explain the situation, Uncle is speaking, "before that, sweetheart. I think some introductions are necessary. What do you think?"

I totally forgot that they don't know each other yet. I nod my head, agreeing and he starts introducing everyone. Handshakes and greetings fill the room. When it's quiet again and everyone is back to their places looking at me with anticipation, I start talking, "Oscar and Oliver are my younger brothers from the same parents. The quadruplets are my half siblings, we share the same father. But due to our living circumstances, I was the one to raise them, hence, they call me mom."

The brothers give me nods and understanding looks. I'm not sure how much they actually understand though. "And before you ask, the quads are 20 years old, and the twins are 23 years old. " They look at me expectedly to continue. I raise an eyebrow staring them down, "what? Nobody taught you not to ask a lady her age?"

They stare at me dumbfounded. If you are going to follow one rule in life it should be not to ask a lady for her age. Period.

"She is older than us by three years and the quads by six years. You can do the math." Oscar decides that he wants to enlighten us with his smart puzzle.

I glare at him and all he does is smirk down at me and pat my head. The traitor.

"I will make sure you don't sleep in the next few days, dear brother." I tell him with the sweetest smile ever.

"I can't wait, little mushroom." He say with a maniac smile on his face.

The little shit likes to take on my challenges. No matter how hard I make them, but I will teach him this time.

I feel a tap on my shoulder and I turn to see Oliver looking at me with a serious expression. "Did you eat something when you got back? Did you take your medicine?" He asks quietly. His question caused the numerous quiet conversations around us to die and I feel everyone's attention on us.

"I did. I ate a little over the amount I usually eat." I answer him. "I was even having popcorn before you guys came over." To make a point, I lean forward to grab my popcorn bowl from the coffee table and munch on it.

He gives me a satisfied smile with a kiss to the forehead. Then he turns back to watch the TV and I follow his lead.

By the time my show is done, my popcorn bowl is empty with the help of Oliver and Oscar, and my energy levels are so low.

My head somehow ended up in Oscar's lap with my legs in Oliver's, with a blanket draped over me, and I feel myself being lulled to sleep. Feeling save between my family.

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Author Note:

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