Protector Series: Bonus Chapters and Content

BONUS CHAPTER 5: Ryder the Love Expert

Spoilers from: Protector 1-3, Wilde 1

BONUS CHAPTER 5: Ryder the Love Expert

~Grayson: Age 23~

       "I'm seriously done right now," Laughlin said as he and his brothers sat down at the table Ryder and I were at. He looked extremely fed up as well as upset.

       "What now?" I asked.

       Laughlin said. "It's Elliot. I mean, I lover her more than anything, but she's pissed at me just because I didn't wake up in the middle of the night to take care of Aaron. And now, she's not talking to me."

       The waitress walked up to us, giving Ryder his cup of apple juice and me my glass of Coca-Cola. She then took Laughlin, Munro, and Nick's orders for drinks before going back to the kitchen.

       "It wasn't even my fault," Laughlin continued. "I was up late at night taking care of a whiny Elizabeth so when I did get to bed, nothing could have woken me up."

       "Women, am I right?" I asked, taking a sip out of my drink. Don't get me wrong, I loved Poppy, nut sometimes, she acted like a hypocrite and got mad at me for things she caused. And I knew things were going to be worse when the triplets came. Oh, the joy.

       "Tell me about it," Laughlin muttered.

       "Men don't need women," Munro said, playing with the strings on his sweater. I still remembered when he was a thirteen year old annoying piece of crap. Now, he was a seventeen year old and kind of reminded me of myself. He was going through something and liked shutting people out.

       Just like I did.

       "Tell that to Kamille," Nick muttered.

       "Who's Kamille?" I asked.

       "The girl Munro has a thing with."

       Munro's eyes snapped over to his little brother. "What? I....I don't have a thing with Kamille. We're leads in the play that I was forced to be in. That's it."

       "You get to kiss her in the end," Nick said with a smile. "That will changed things."

       "Shut up."

       Laughlin sighed and rubbed his forehead. "I'm only twenty-three and I have to raise teenagers," he said. "I'm too young for this. I'm going to have grey hair before I'm thirty."

       Ryder reached for the crayons that were sitting in the middle of the table and dumped them in front of him before coloring on the picture the waitress gave him earlier.

       The waitress came back with the Wilde boys' drinks and set them in front of them. She then took our order, which took a whole because Ryder wanted grilled cheese just like his mom made them, but I kept trying to tell him that they didn't know how to make it the way his mom did. In the end, he settled for chicken strips.

       "I don't even know what to do about Elliot," Laughlin said. "She hasn't been this pissed at me before, even when she was pregnant with Aaron. And I didn't even do anything wrong."

       "Just buy her flowers," Munro said.

       "Flowers are cliche," Ryder spoke up, still coloring.

       "How do you know what that word means?" Munro asked. "You're three." Yeah, a three year old with a freaking high IQ.

       "Still," Ryder said, looking at Laughlin. "Flowers are cliche. It's showing that you love her, but not enough to do something special. Anyone who buys flowers are cheap."