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
Thank you for joining in on this Christmas special. I'm not sure if there will be more special bonuses in the future. But know that this will not be the last you see Riko, her boys, or her kids. Expect The Unexpected, the story of Cassidy and Collin is coming soon. Out of My Leauge, the story of Reese and Don will follow. Then books for each kid are already in my mind.
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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
I’d planned to slap that asshole when he grabbed my ass. My father did not raise some weak girl that couldn’t protect herself. But I never got the chance. Whichever Frost was in the cafeteria reacted before I could. It caught everyone by surprise. And I just stood there stunned. He’d not only stood up for me but got away with choking one of his friends, well, if that guy was his friend, in the middle of the cafeteria. Afterward, he brought me outside to sit for lunch. I was still not sure what to make of it all. Why were he and his brothers giving me any attention? I must admit I like how his large hand so easily encompassed mine and the warmth I felt from him. It was also rather sweet that he used his jacket to directly ensure I didn’t sit on the cold metal chair. I knew this was the Frost I had in homeroom. The bag matched but also the posture and demeanor. I just needed to know what his name was. So, noticing how he looked at my lunch,
“That is just so not fair,” I grumbled as I got my stuff from my locker. “You’re so dramatic, little brother,” Darius rolled his eyes from his locker to my left. “No, I agree with Forrest. So not fair. You got to have a full conversation with her, eat lunch together. Fuck she fed you. It’s bullshit. You are swapping lunch periods with one of us tomorrow,” Elijah chimed in from my right. “Whatever,” he rolled his eyes. “Just keep in mind she will know the difference,” he added, shutting his locker. “We know that. That’s why we like Riko. Granted, it is fun to fool people. But it would be nice to be acknowledged as individuals,” I pointed out. My brothers both raised an eyebrow at me. “What? I can have a coherent and deep thought. I’m not always joking,” I grumbled, rolling my eyes. “We know, baby brother. It’s just not often you do,” Darius taunted, patting my shoulder. “Let’s head home. We can discuss this more later,” Elijah sighed. The
How did things end up like this? I had every intention of just quietly finishing my senior year. Sure, ice garnered attention at each new school I've attended over the years. But nothing like this. It makes me wish the Frost brothers had just left me alone. If they had, Jane and her friends would leave me alone. But it just seems every interaction with one of the brothers escalated their aggression towards me. They were culminating with an attack on me as I was heading for my bus. It's ridiculous. I didn't do anything wrong. Okay, so maybe Jane could be mad about my lunch with Darius. I'll admit feeding him wasn't innocent. But it still isn't a good reason for them to shove me, steal my bag, and continue to push me around as they encircled me. They were looking for a fight. And I had enough and gave it to them. It was when that teacher stepped in, I considered I had made the wrong choice. And once again, the Frost brothers got involved def