I Don't Like Bad Boys

EPILOGUE

I Don’t Like Bad Boys

 

EPILOGUE

 

Serenity Renolds

 

16 Years Later..

“I don’t fucking get this!Can someone help me?!”Olivia yelled in frustration over her siblings.

“Language!”Taten and I said in unison.

This caused Olivia to roll her eyes.

“What’s ‘fucking’?”My Greyson of five years old asked me.

I glared at Olivia who turned around and gave a look that said ‘HELP ME NOW’ to Taten.

“Nothing son.”Taten said quickly.

“I’m a grown man!You tell me!”Greyson crossed his arms trying to look tough while looking up at a man who could easily throw him like a football..across the football field.

“Greyson…’fucking’ is a bad word.If I hear you say it,like your big sister Olivia,I will cut off your peewee and throw it into the ocean.”Taten said calmly.

My eyes widened.

“Not my peewee!”Greyson gasped,”I won’t ever say it!I’m sorry God!”

At this point,Greyson was on his knees,looking up at the ceiling and saying,”Forgive me.”

Honestly,how does a five year old remember stuff from church when we hardly go.

Whoops bad parenting on our part.

“Mommyy!I’m hungry!”Brielle complained.

“Dinner is almost ready.Can your tummy wait?”I said.

She nodded and ran back to her toy pile near the stairs.

“Taten?How many kids do we have?”I sighed.

“I believe four.Guess my peewee couldn’t stay behind closed doors.”

I froze and slapped him on his arm.

“Taten stop it!Now where is that other kiddo?”I groaned.

“RIVER IS HERE!”I heard before none other then my second born came down the stairs…on the rails.

“BRIELLE WATCH OUT!”I screamed.

River slid down the rail and zoomed probably two inches over Brielle’s precious head of curly locks.