Troublemakers Turned Submissive

Chapter 18 Saucy Mama

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Chapter 18 Saucy Mama

Neco's POV

After leaving Zeak and Devon alone to play I walked downstairs and started getting supper ready. Everyone has been so busy with school ending lately so me and Reagan decided to take on the cooking and cleaning until summer starts, that way the kids can work on their studies. Helen and Sean would help but they have been so busy with work lately that it's hard to find too much free time.

I get out the pizza crust, cheese, pepperoni, and pizza sauce. Reagan walked into the room rubbing her hands together. "What grub should we make today" she says while rubbing her hands together.

"What grub should we make today " my mom says while rubbing her hands together. "Pizza!" I say quickly, before any of my 5 siblings can suggest anything. "Pizza it is!" Mom declared. My siblings let out a series of groans and grumbles obviously upset over having pizza for the forth day in a row. "Quiet down, she puts food on the table doesn't she? What more do you want" I bark. They instantly settle down and continue playing with their toys and watching TV.

Mom gives me a greatful look. I smile back at her. We both know the cheapest thing to buy around here is pre-packaged pizzas from the grocery store. She can't afford to send all five of us to even a semi decent college if she doesn't make cuts in our weekly spending budget. Without being said we can't cut back on toilet paper, it would turn out really bad. So she did what she could and I don't want my siblings to blame her when she's just trying to prepare for our futures.

Walking into the kitchen I ask "is there anything I can help you with while you prepare dinner?" She smiles "it would be a really big help if you could get the clothes off the clothing line outside, I heard it's supposed to rain later. Nodding my head I walk outback with a few laundry baskets in my hands. I fold the laundry and split each item into one of the baskets while watching the sunset fall over the green rolling hills of the country.

"I'm making pizza" I say while eyeing Reagan. This may be an odd thing to think, but she reminds me of my mom. I've had moments where I've seen it before but this time I can really see it, she's really similar to her. I guess that's why I find her so comforting to be around.

"Sounds good" she mumbles while picking up a piece of pepperoni and stuffing it in her mouth. "Your making your special spicy sauce to go with it right?" Reagan asked hopefully. "Actually it's my mothers recipe, but yes I'm making it."

"Was she a good cook? My mother couldn't cook anything without burning it. Though my dad was a wiz in the kitchen" Reagan chuckles as she starts spreading the pizza sauce on the crust. "She could cook one hell of a pizza" I say as I finish putting the toppings on and slip it in to the oven. "No wonder you seem so found of making pizza. Though when you eat it you miswell of made a disgusted face."

"It's that obvious that I've had a few too many pizzas In my life" I laugh. She nods her head "oh yeah it's hard to miss." My watch starts ringing. Clicking a button on the side of it, I start walking upstairs into Zeaks playroom. When I get up their I see them hugging. Awww and they even managed to build a pretty impressive looking tower out of those building blocks.

Looks like they've been making friends especially if Devon's letting Zeak hug him. I've noticed since he's been here that he doesn't like to be touched unless he's the one touching you. He gets this frantic attitude towards anyone who gets too close to him without his permission, even if he tries to hide it with humour or by being just plain rude.

It's a defensive mechanism to protect him from something, I'm just not sure what... Yet.

"I see your getting along just fine" I say. When Devon noticed me he blushed brightly and escaped from the hug. He cleared his throat, and said with a slight shrug of his shoulders "just smelling his hair." I silently raised my brow at his attempt to change the subject. "I smelt you too!" Zeak giggled cutely, and smiled and rolled my eyes. They make an adorable pair.

"Nap time little cuties" I cooed. They quickly picked up their toys and put them away, then I took them to Zeaks room to take a nap. Zeak changed into his pjs before I tucked them both in. "Good night, sleep well" I coped before leaving them to sleep.

The pizza was done by the time I walked downstairs. Setting it on low I keep it in the oven. I proceed to spend the next hour making my moms famous pizza sauce. She was one saucy mama.

I walked upstairs and woke the boys up from their nap. They were smuggled up in tight little balls and didn't want to leave. It took a little bit of convincing but I finally managed to get them out of bed.

Once I managed to get them into the hallway we started walking downstairs, or at least that's what I thought. Apparently Devon thought we were all eating in his room. Devon walks towards his bedroom door while Zeak makes his way downstairs. I grab Devon's wrist gently, to stop him. "Where do you think your going?" I ask.
"Well..." He starts. "I'm planning to be a ballerina, but if that doesn't work out I'll be an astronaut" he says sarcastically. I'm getting really frustrated with him. I give him a hard stare as I hold back a smile. This boy drives me crazy. "I expect a serious answer."

"I was going to get changed, obviously I can't go down there in this" he huffs, gesturing towards his outfit.

Actually you can, and you will" I say, leaving no room for arguments.

He fights me the whole way downstairs but I try to comfort him. Once we get close to the kitchen I hear his breathing become laboured. I loosen my grip on his wrist as I realize he's not looking well. He slips his wrist from my hand and wipes away the tears that gathered up in his eyes.

"No it's not okay!" He spits. My eyes shoot wide open. He's having a panic attack!

Grabbing a hold of his shoulders, I try to calm him down. "Deep breaths. 10 seconds in, 10 seconds out" I instructed. He takes a few calmer breaths before he starts hyperventilating. I rub his shoulders and continue repeating "Deep breaths. 10 seconds in, 10 seconds out." It seems to help him breathe better. I cradle him to my chest as he sobs between breaths.

Helen walked into the room and froze. Her eyes held unanswered questions, and her gaze never wavered as she tried to deduce what happened. I brush her concerned looks off as I manage to calm Devon down enough to talk to me.

"Are you okay baby? What happens?"

"I'm not hungry" he says as he rushes up the stairs and into his room. I frown. Helen walks up beside me "want to tell me what just happened?"

"Let's talk" I say.