A Double Dose of Billionaire - Part 4

Leaning back, I asked Agatha, “What really happened?”

She frowned. “Ethan found a cool car lying somewhere in this room.” Ryan and Riley, Ryan in particular, bought toys for their kids frequently. They had so many that most were left just lying around, never to be opened. I guessed Ethan found one of those that he really liked. “Nathan wanted it,” Agatha continued, “so he snatched it. And Ethan got mad, took it, and threw it across the room. After that, Nathan hit him on the head with a wooden block and his brother starting wailing.”

I narrowed my eyes at Nathan. “Nathan, I think you should say sorry to your brother.”

He shook his head. “No!”

“The both of you should apologize to each other. Being violent is wrong, dearies.”

“No!”

“Dearies, Mommy is going to get angry.”

“No!”

“Nathan…”

He continued to scream “no.”

I let out an exasperated sigh. “Nathan, please calm down, hun.”

He shook his head, and small tears escaped from his eyes. God, why were kids so difficult to handle? Especially the stubborn ones?

His lips quivered. “But he start first,” he said with a pout.

I bent down and gave my son a hug. “It doesn’t matter who did it first, dearies, but you can’t go around hitting people like that.”

He sniffled.

I lowered my lips to his cheek and gave him a kiss. “You’ve got to learn how to forgive and forget, hun. Go to your brother and apologize and don’t harp over what happened.”

“But he first.”

“I know. But do you want to hurt your brother and make him cry just because of a small fight?”

“No.”

“Then you have to let it go, Nathan.” I smiled and stroked his hair.

“Okay.”

“Now, go say sorry.”

He ran to Ethan and gave him a hug. “Sorry.” It felt half-reluctant, but at least it calmed his brother down.

“Say sorry too, Ethan,” I reminded.

Ethan looked down. “Sorry.”

I clasped my hands together, relieved the worst was over. “Good boys. Who wants some cupcake?”

Just then, the door swung open. Ryan and Riley walked in, their suits wrinkled after a long day of work. Riley was trying to grow a beard. I thought it fit him well, but he was so handsome that anything could fit him.

Nathan and Ethan gasped and their eyes lit with joy. They loved their fathers. Their fathers usually spoiled them, while I played the bad guy. “Daddy!” Ethan ran to Ryan and hugged his leg.

Ryan picked up Ethan. “How’s my boy doing? Not being naughty are you?” He snuggled up to Ethan’s cheek.

Ethan beamed at his father. “No, daddy.”

“They just recovered from a fight,” I said. “Fighting over a toy car.”

Riley frowned. “Oh.” Then, ignoring what I had mentioned, he grinned and continued, “I’ve got my as**sistant to find me an awesome new toy today. Both of you are going to love it.”

I palmed my face. My two husbands never failed to spoil their children.

Nathan’s ears perked up at the mention of a new toy.

Riley laughed, “It’s at home, boys.”

“Home,” Nathan said.

I rolled my eyes, before grinning. “I have to wrap some things up in the kitchen. I’ll meet you guys in the car in five minutes.”

***

“It’s time to go to sleep, honey,” I cooed, stroking Ethan’s hair and then giving him a kiss on his forehead.

He rubbed his eyes. “No. Play.” Yawning, he sunk deeper into his blankets. The little boy was obviously too tired to play any more, but he got too excited over the toy his fathers got for him. His brother, Nathan, had already hit the point of exhaustion and dozed off. His cute self snored lightly.

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, sweetie. Waffles for breakfast?”

He mumbled a “yeah,” before chewing an imaginary meal and falling to sleep. His cheeks were rosy and chubby. They made him look so adorable that I wanted to pinch them, but I feared to wake him up.

Quietly, I shut the door behind me. Walking down the stairs, I knew my husbands were waiting, watching some late night television.

“Are they asleep?” Ryan asked, raising a brow.

I nodded. “Sound asleep. They really got a kick out of those pedal cars you got them.”

“Hey, I’ve gotta keep my boys healthy. Man, they really went crazy with that. I think I pulled a back muscle.”

I doubted he did. Ryan and Riley worked out regularly, and I saw the intensity of their workouts. Chasing the boys while they pedaled in mini cars was, well, literally child’s play to them. “Sure, you did.”