Mates with Triplets | book I | 18+ (complete - editing)

Chapter 12 | Leila

I could not believe the idiots I was mated to!  Well...two of them to be fair.  Coinin seemed to be normal enough so far.

I was going to keep my expectation at negative levels from now on I thought to myself bitterly.

What kind of idiot thought it was OK to mark their mate without their permission in a public bathroom?  What fool thought it would be a good idea to toss a bucket of freezing cold water at someone sleeping, never mind someone they were supposed to care about?

The answer, apparently, would be two of my three mates.  One more to go and I'll have hit the jackpot here.  Thanks Moon Goddess.

What had I done to deserve this?  I could only hope that Coinin was decent and had two brain cells to rub together, unlike those two.  I let out a quiet sigh.

Hopefully the four of us had just gotten of on the wrong foot and this was a bad day for them.  I eyed the Remus and Romulus as I mulled over that idea.  I wasn't sure if that was the case, but a girl could hope.

Shifting in the massive bed slightly, I shivered, remembering how I was still soaked in cold water.  Looking at the only decent brother, I asked, "Is there anything I can change into...Coinin, was it," I finished, slightly unsure.  It was going to be a pain to keep the three of their names straight.

All three looked exactly the same, physically identical in every way.  Even their mannerisms and facial expressions were the same.

All three had almond shaped eyes that were such a dark brown that they almost seemed to be black.  They had the same black waves, though the three had them different lengths and styles I noted.

"O-of course Leila.  Do you mind wearing some of my things?  You can also take a shower if you would like..?"

I smiled at that.  A shower sounded like heaven right about now.  Hopefully my muscles would stop crying out for the sweet release of death after. "That sounds lovely."

He grinned, seeming slightly unsure of himself; it was kind of adorable.  A throat cleared by the doorway, causing my smile to drop as my eyes narrowed.  I was going to ignore the other two until they learned how to behave like decent beings, I decided.  Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, held it for ten seconds, then let it out.

Once again pointedly ignoring my two other mates, I turned back to Coinin.  If I was any good at flirting, I would have rubbed salt in the wound and flirted with him to make it worse for them.  No one wanted to see me attempting to flirt though, not even my mates.  It was just sad.

"Coinin," I started shyly. "Are you sure you don't mind if I borrow some of your clothes?"

He stared at me for a few moments, mouth gaping open, face going every shade of red as he shut his mouth, then opened it again.  He wheezed.

I tilted my head in confusion.  Was he alright, all I asked was if I could use his clothes.  I didn't want anything to do with the other two at the moment.  "Coinin..?"

"Yes," he finally managed to wheeze.  "Let me show you where the suite's bathroom is," he continued."  I eyed him for a moment, slightly worried.  He shifted uncomfortably, seeming to be unable to stand still.

Shrugging it off, I slowly got out of the soggy sheets, clutching onto him in case I needed support.  I had just been bitten after all.  It was a good thing that I did - if I wasn't leaning against him, my face just may have kissed the floor.  I eyed the floor almost in warning as I slowly let him lead him towards the bathroom, ignoring our surroundings.

It was a good thing Coinin was there to catch me.  I looked up at my mate through my lashes, only to catch him already looking down at me.  "Thanks, Coinin.  I'm pretty sure I met my daily quota for injuries," I grinned.

"You get injured a lot?" He didn't seem happy hearing that.

"If I didn't know better, I would day that the dictionary lost out quite a bit with me," I said with a grin.  He seemed confused at what appeared to be the change in subject.  "At the very least they could invent new words just for me; Hansel and Gretel Syndrome, Klutzitude, Sassitude..."

"He let out a surprised chuckle at that.  "Klutzitude?  Hansel and Gretel Syndrome..?"

"Yes," I said insistently with a grin as we made our way to his bathroom.  

I wasn't ashamed of who I was, of my weaknesses.  I had weaknesses and strengths like anyone else.  If you don't admit it to yourself, how would you work on improving yourself?  You need to learn to love yourself, flaws and all, I thought with a small smile.  My uncle Anubis had taught me that years ago.

"I'm so Klutzy that it's almost a way of life with me, an attitude.  I obviously have a sassy attitude," I continued with a grin.

"Obviously," he teased. I nearly shoved him at that.  Then I remembered that I was leaning against him for support and that I preferred not to fall over today.  I settled on sticking my tongue out at him instead.  "What about Hansel and Gretel Syndrome then," he said with a grin.

I wasn't sure he was taking me seriously.  He'd learn soon enough.  "I leave a trail in my wake of my belongings in my way.  I'm kind of forgetful."

He seemed to be shaking with suppressed laughter at this point as he eyed me.  "Right," he managed through laughter.  Oh, he'd definitely learn.

He couldn't say that I hadn't warned him.

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