Unexpected Love

Bonus Scene - Bailey

Halloween 

"Are you sure you want to wear the police officer costume?" I ask my beautiful son, Ryker. My eyes held a concerned glow to them. Greyson still had no idea Ryker or Reece didn't want to be a firefighter for Halloween. I really didn't want to get into it with Greyson on why they didn't want to dress like their father.

No, both boys wanted to look like their "cool" uncles. Even Rowan was dressed as a chef to match her favorite uncle. Ryker was set on wearing his police officer costume, while Reece was torn between a doctor and a pirate.

Both boys had inherited my hair, while they took after their father's rich brown eye color. My daughters both shared the color blue. Greyson says they look exactly like mine, but they had his hair.

They were all the perfect mix of our love.

I just hope that love was enough for Greyson to get over himself.

"Mom," Ryker groans. "I want to be like Uncle Gavin." He mutters crossing his arms in an adorable way. I smile down at him, he did have his father's tantrums.

"'Alright, alright." I tell him rubbing his hair. "Put your costume on," I shake my head at him.

"Mom! Mom!" Reece's voice echoes from the other room. I tell Ryker to finish getting ready while I go check on his brother. "Mom!"

These kids were going to be the death of me.

"I'm here. I'm here. What's wrong, Dove?" I ask walking into his room, where Rowan had her arms crossed glaring at her brother.

"Rowan broke my sword! I can't be a pirate without my sword!" He yells exasperated, throwing his arms in the air. That's when I notice the curved pirate sword that was snapped in half in between the two of them.

I bite my lip trying not to laugh.

Was it too late to take back being the whole mother thing?

"Row?" I question my daughter who was standing so innocently with a small glare directed at her brother.

"A chef needs a knife!" Is all she says as if that made up for her actions.

"Alright, how about we ask Ryker if you both can use one of his toy swords?" I suggest to the angry kids.

"Rowan has to say s-sorry," Reece mutters pointing at his sister with a stutter.

"Row? Dove, can you apologize to your brother for breaking his sword?" I ask, bending down to level with her.

She turns her head very slowly and with a deadpanned look she says, "no."

"Rowan," I say surprised with wide eyes. I shouldn't be surprised they all inherited their dad's tantrums. I shake my head at her a pout on my face.

At the sight of my frown, her expression falters. She hated when I was mad at her. She groans, "I'm sorry," she mutters. I raise my brows at her.

Half-assed apology.

With a louder groan, she stomps her foot. "I'm sorry for breaking you're sword, Reece." She forces out. I smile at her, and plop a kiss on her chubby cheeks.

"Okay, everybody your Daddy will be home any minute to go trick-or-treating does everyone have their costumes on?" I yell throughout the house.

I make my way toward the kitchen. My eyes go wide at the flour that decorates the counters. My mouth drops open at the sight of my once beautiful kitchen. Then out comes my second daughter covered in flour around her cheeks, nose, and forehead.