In our family, there are only three traditions. The big holiday party at Frost manor has been a tradition since well the estate was built. But it was primarily a big deal in Hazel Frost’s day. It’s a big deal with the whole family and the influential people that run in the Frost social circle.
Eye Roll! I could care less about rubbing elbows with politicians, lawyers, movie stars, and business owners of fortune 500 companies. They are not my style. And not really my brothers’ style either. We’ve been lucky the last few years to decline the invite because we have little ones. Before the kids, we didn’t get much choice but always ducked out early with Riko.
The last time we went was the party the year we got married. We left after I decked Brant Jones for pinching Riko’s ass and asking if she’d like to give hi
Christmas has come to the Frost family. I hope you enjoy this holiday bonus.
I have loved going to the waterfront for the light-up event since I was a kid. I loved it even more, when we started bringing Riko with us. Even if we got looks and people whispered about us. Those whispers didn’t get better after we started having kids. But I will never let the opinions of others impede my enjoyment of the event. As I was unloading the van, I felt arms wrap around me and literally lift me off the ground in a bear hug. “Hey, cousin!” Clay greeted, squeezing me harder. I rolled my eyes because this is just how my cousin is. He wants a reaction to indicate that he’s stronger than me. Which okay, he is. Like his father, Clay works hard in the construction company and has won some bodybuilding competitions. But I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’s stronger than me. “Put my Bampás down,” Saki glared up at Clay and kicked him in the ankle. I snickered at my little girl coming to my rescue. “You gonna make me, p
My brothers and I are still reeling from how things went at the trellis lighting event. I mean, yes, the fact our sweet Hikari pushed another kid was jarring. And that kid’s mother… Joanie Walker was a piece of work. But all of that faded as the event progressed. All for the unlikely flirting between Reese and Don.When I invited Don to meet up with us at the event, I never would have guessed he’d hit it off with Reese in a million years. He’s certainly not her usual type. I’m not putting him down or anything. Don’s a great guy.I’ve never seen Reese even look twice at a guy who couldn’t at least stand a chance in an arm-wrestling match against her. Reese just came out of a bad breakup where the insecurities of lesser men once again got in the way. I don’t want Don to be a rebound.I just don’t know how to broach the subject with him or with Reese. I decided today I should just clear the ai
Growing up as a military brat, I didn’t have too many holiday traditions. Unlike my husbands, who every year growing up knew they would go cut down a tree, and they’d go to the trellis lights event. We moved enough that it was hard to maintain traditions. But there was one that even after mom died, we kept alive. Cookies.I don’t have a lot of memories of my mom, but I do remember that every Christmas eve, no matter where in the world we were, she’d have me in the kitchen with her to bake cookies for Santa.Cranberry white chocolate and walnut jam thumbprint cookies were my mom’s go-to. I think because we could get the ingredients no matter where we lived.And since having our kids, I get to share that tradition. So right now, our kitchen is abuzz with activity. Elijah and I are working with Hikari, Saki, and Akio to make cookies. Darius is holding Ryū while Forrest is taking pictures.As an early gift, my dad ordered l
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A new rank for my father means a new city and school for me. I hate all this moving. When I was little, I didn't mind as much. But when I got into junior high, I started to hate it. I barely got to make friends before we'd move again. And don't get me started on trying to date. Even if we stayed in one place for a couple of years, my dad scared every boy away with just a glare. And now I must spend my senior year in a new school. Worse yet, we moved three months into my senior year. After I graduate, I no longer have to move—the only silver lining whenever the Air Force tells me. I'll be in college and finally free. One thing that is always the same no matter where we are stationed, my dad always sends me to a private school. Which means I always have to wear a uniform. Ravenwood was going to be no exception. For the first time since primary school, I'll be in a coed school. I don't know how often I told off some guy who
I wish the administration would change their policy and let my brothers and I be in the same classes. They’d save so much of a headache for every teacher who can’t remember our names. Instead, they just use the blanket ‘Mr. Frost’. It’s bad enough that our parents can tell us apart without color-coordinating us. However, in school, only our bookbags identify us, and still, no one notices. So far, this morning has been dull. However, I had gotten texts from my brothers regularly. This morning, Forrest had drawn the short straw of walking Jane to her homeroom. Honestly, Darius should just kick her to the curb. She didn’t know which brother was which, and I swear to God I might just break my ‘no hitting girls’ rule and hit her the next time she tries to kiss me, thinking I’m Darius. And now I had the worst class of the day. Not that I don’t like Gym class. I’m athletic. I am, after all, the pitcher for our varsity baseball team. No, I don’t l
I still don’t know what to think about what Darius did during Gym Class. Did he break up with his girlfriend for pulling my hair? But possibly the weirder thing is I don’t believe this was Darius. He looked exactly like the guy Barbie… I mean, Jane was hanging on this morning and the guy from my history class. But there was something different about him. All three interactions I’ve had with him have been off. Like he’s three different people. There are three of him, which seriously the world couldn’t handle that many of them or has multiple personalities, which also doesn’t seem right. I tried not to think about it as I made my way to my next class, physics. I could hear people whispering around me. “I heard one of them set their sights on her.” “I think it was Darius.” “Who knows.” “He dumped Jane for her.” “No way.” The various whispers circulated and did clear something up. One of them. So, there is more than one Frost. I felt a fluttering se
My brothers and I had been texting as usual during and between classes. The school had been sure to keep us out of the same courses, which was ridiculous. But whatever. It’s just a hassle for us. Forrest told us that Riko has managed to work out three of us and even identify ways to be different. That's rare indeed. This makes her even more interesting. Too bad none of us have had a class with her since Forrest's 5th-period physics. Now it was my lunch period, the last lunch period of the day. It is ridiculous to have lunch at the end of the day. But I'm not the principal or head of the school board that decides such things. I managed to get through the lunch line without issue. Of course, since I sat down with some of the guys from the football, baseball, and basketball teams, Jane has been watching me. She's probably looking for an opening to try and talk to me after Elijah dumped her on my behalf during Gym Class. The guys were talking