Street Racer (Monthly Updates-For Now)

Chapter 3: Morning Surprises

After the twins and I finish unpacking, I make them a quick dinner of grilled cheese with apples before sending them off to bed, being very thankful that the only thing I need to buy for the house is food and toilet tissue. There's a linen closet down in the den filled with plush white towels. We'll need to do some shopping tomorrow for laundry detergent and a few other essentials, but at least I don't need to get any cookware.

Laying in my new bed, I start to make a list of all the things the kids and I will need, including more towels and washcloths, electronics, clothes and more. This money that my grandmother left is really going to help me make the twins lives better. With this money, they will want for nothing. And once I start racing down here, we'll be set.

I'll have to get the twins and myself registered for school soon, but I fall asleep with a smile on my face, and wake up hours later to the sound of glass breaking downstairs.

I'm immediately on edge, jumping up from my bed and running down the stairs. The sound of the twins bickering is the first thing I hear when I rush into the kitchen. The second thing is the twins both covered in flour, along with the counters, with eggs and chocolate chips covering the floor around bits of shattered glass.

What the hell?

"Carly, Riley, what are earth are you two doing?" I shriek, rushing over to move them away from the glass. "Why is there glass all over the floor? And why is does the kitchen look like a tornado blew it?

"We wanted to make you breakfast," Carly starts shyly.

"But Carly got the measurements wrong," Riley adds.

"No I didn't!" she screeches. "You put in too much flour."

"Did not!"

"Guys! How did this stuff end up on the floor?" I ask trying to control my anger.

"Carly tried to rip the flour out of my hands," Riley tells me.

"Only because you were pouring too much!"

"Guys," I stop them. "The floor?"

"I let Carly take the bag," Riley starts.

"And my elbow knocked the bowl off the counter," Carly finishes.

I close my eyes and slowly count to ten. Thankful that they're alright, but still a bit peeved they they could've gotten hurt just trying to make me breakfast.

Ok Sang, calm down. They're both fine. They were just trying to do something nice.

"We're sorry sissy," Carly says with a frown. "We just wanted to help out. You take such good care of us."

"Are we in trouble?" Riley asks, his lower lip trembling a bit.

"No," I huff. "But you guys need to be more careful. What if one of you cut yourself, or stepped in the glass? I don't need anything bad happening to you guys. You're my life."

"We're sorry sissy," they say in unison, their eyes getting a little glassy.

"Ok, just...leave the cooking to me ok? Now go upstairs and get cleaned up. I'll take care of the kitchen and then we'll take a ride back to that diner from yesterday, before we do a little shopping. How does that sound?"

"Ok," they say solemnly.

While the twins go upstairs, I head downstairs to find something to clean up this mess. After the kitchen is spotless, I go upstairs to go get myself ready. Once we're all dressed and ready to go, we pile into Lola and start the drive to the diner.

When we walk inside, it's surprisingly empty for a Sunday morning. We're seated immediately, and told that our waiter will be with us shortly. Out of the corner of my eye I see Kota come out of the kitchen, only to turn back around and go inside once he sees us.

Well, that was rude.

"Sang," Carly calls me. "I have to use the bathroom."

"Ok, go ahead. Riley, go with her please?"

"Yes sissy."

They stand from the booth together and head toward the bathroom. When they get back to the table, Kota comes out of the kitchen with another guy about our age. This one is tall, blond with model worthy good looks and playful brown eyes. They come to our table carrying three plates of chocolate chip pancakes and three strawberry smoothies.

"Hey." Kota says to me, "I'm sorry if Nathan made you uncomfortable yesterday. I hope this is what you were going to order, otherwise I'd feel really stupid." He finishes with a chuckle and a slight smile.

"Thank you." I tell him as he places the plates down on the table. "It usually is. We had a bit of a mishap in the kitchen this morning." I say with a smile and a pointed look at the twins. The duck their heads a bit, blushing before I turn back to Kota. "Please give Nathan my apologies; we were driving for hours and I was a little short with him."

"It's cool," Kota waves off my explanation, "We have brothers. He's use to it."

"Hey Shortcake," the blond says to Carly. "You like chocolate chip pancakes?"

"We love them," Riley answers for her. "Sang makes them for us all the time."

Kota looks at me with a quizzical look, "You let them call you by your first name?"

"What else would they call me?" I question.

I know where his thoughts are taking him. Everyone assumes they are my kids since they are a little small for their age. They were born two months premature, but that hasn't affected their mental development. I wouldn't let it.

In a way they are my kids, I'm the one that raised them when their mother couldn't be bothered. But seeing as how I didn't even lose my virginity until I was sixteen, and the twins are eight, it's not possible.

"She's not our mother," Riley tells Kota and his friend. "She's our big sister."

"She takes care of us," Carly supplies.

The tips of Kota's ears turn red as he scratches the back of his neck looking bashful.

"I'm really sorry." Kota stutters, "I didn't mean to insinuate-"

"Wow Kota," his friend interrupts. "Way to put your foot in your mouth." He laughs.

"It's ok," I tell him after taking a bite of pancake. God these are so good. "We're used to it by now." I tell him.

"Excuse Kota for his bad manners," the blond says to me. "I'm Lucian, by the way. Call me Luke."

"I like Lucian better," Carly says happily around a bite of pancake.

"You can call me whatever you like Shortcake." he tells her with a smile.

God he has a great smile.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Luke." I say to him. "I'm Sang, and that's Riley and Carly."

"How do you like the pancakes Sugar?" He winks at me.

"Almost as good as mine," I tell him with a smirk.

"No one cooks as good as Sang," Riley tells him succinctly.

"Luke, we should get back before North loses his cool. Enjoy your breakfast." Kota says to us with a smile.

After they leave, we eat our food in silence until Riley says, "I think he likes you sissy."

"Eat your food," I say with narrowed eyes, causing the twins to laugh.

When we finish with our breakfast, a different waiter comes to tell us that our breakfast is on the house. He tells me that Kota apologizes for his absence and asked him to give me his number. I input the number in my phone and thank the guy as he exits politely.

"Told you sissy," Riley says to me. "He likes you."

The twins giggle at their hypothesis and start to sing "Sang and Kota sitting in a tree."

"Alright guys, time to do some shopping."