Chapter 1. Happy Family

1. Happy Family

Wynter's Point of view:

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"Eww," I wrinkled my nose at the sight of Daddy kissing Mama Iris on the neck.

These two lovebirds can't seem to keep their hands off each other, often forgetting they have three children and engaging in public displays of affection.

Mama Iris is currently in the kitchen preparing my breakfast, with Daddy wrapping his arms around her from behind like his life depends on it. While their affection is endearing, Harris or Hunter could walk in at any moment, and I take pleasure in teasing them whenever possible.

"Princess," Daddy said, still holding onto Mama Iris. As cute as they are, he had to release her quickly when Mama Iris, feeling embarrassed, jabbed her elbow into his side as she always did.

"Ouch," Daddy grumbled, and I couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"You always take her side, don't you?" Daddy grumbled. "And why did you hit me, Sab?"

"Because you wouldn't let me go. I've reminded you countless times that the kids wander around the house, but you never listen. You even distracted me by..." she paused upon realizing I was still present.

"Whatever these two ladies like to tease me with, at least my boys will support me," Daddy declared proudly.

"They are mama's boys; they won't take your side," Mama Iris chuckled.

"Okay, you two, remember I'm still here, and I have a full day of classes ahead. I'm getting late," I remarked, feeling bored.

"Yes, sweetie, have a seat. Breakfast is ready, and we can all head out together," I suggested as I sat at the table, waiting for Mama Iris to bring our food and Dad to get ready for work.

As I poured myself a glass of water and prepared to take a sip, Harris playfully snatched the glass from me and downed the water.

"Thanks a bunch," he said with a goofy grin.

"Harris, can't you get your own water?" I exclaimed in frustration.

"Nope, I couldn't," he chuckled. "By the way, did you leave the fridge open?" he asked mischievously.

"Don't tell me you raided my ice cream stash," I accused as I stood up, and Harris mirrored my movements.

He started to back away slowly, and I knew he was guilty.

Approaching him, I said, "You did it, didn't you?" He began to run away, and I chased after him.

I might have let it slide on another occasion, but Harris tends to catch colds easily, and it's only been a few days since he recovered from the flu, so we restrict him from having cold treats. However, like everyone else in the family, he can't resist the temptation of ice cream.

"Alright, alright, I didn't touch it, just pulling your leg," he admitted with a laugh.

Just as I was about to scold him, someone tugged on my coat.

"Wyn Wyn, what's going on?" Hunter, my adorable five-year-old brother, asked in his sweet voice.

He's the darling of the family, and his cuteness surpasses anything Harris or I displayed at his age.

After Harris was born, Mama Iris faced some health challenges, and the doctors informed her that she couldn't have more children. While she was initially disappointed, she was grateful for Harris and me. Then, six years ago, this little miracle named Hunter arrived, bringing immense joy to all of us.

My five-year-old brother Hunter and I are partners in crime, and we frequently annoy Harris.

He calls me Wyn Wyn since he couldn't pronounce my name when he was small, and even though his pronunciation is pretty clear now, he is still used to it.

"Look, Hunter, Harris sneaked all our ice cream," I teased, grinning at Harris.

"When did I do that? I told you I was just kidding," Harris quickly defended himself.

Hunter wasn't going to let this slide easily. "Mamaaa!" he shouted. "Daddy!" I smirked at Harris as they both hurried away.

"You brought this upon yourself," I said, folding my arms and chuckling at him.

"What's going on, sweetheart?" Mama Iris and Daddy asked. Mama Iris, undoubtedly aware of the situation, couldn't help but worry as her motherly instincts kicked in.

"See, Mama, Harris took Wyn Wyn's and my ice cream," Hunter pointed accusingly at Harris.

"What!" Mama Iris exclaimed, giving Harris a stern look.

"Mama, I didn't. I was just teasing Wynter," Harris explained as he backed away.

"Is that so?" Mama Iris turned to me.

"Okay, I'm not sure what happened, but I think he's telling the truth," I admitted, raising my hands in surrender.

"Mama, they always team up against me, and you side with them," Harris sulked.

"No, darling, I was concerned since you just recovered," Mama Iris said, cupping Harris's cheeks.

I chuckled, glancing at Hunter. "And you two," Mama Iris addressed us, and our laughter faded. Hunter crept up behind me.

"You two are getting out of hand, and I think I should give you a little punishment," Mama Iris declared, fixing her gaze on us.

"Sab, let it go. They're only kids, let them have fun," Dad urged.

"No, Nio, they're getting out of hand. They always bother my poor Harris, that's why they're not getting any ice cream today," Mama Iris explained.

"What!!" Hunter and I both exclaimed at the same time.

"Yes, you heard me right," she said as she walked away.

Hunter made a crying face, which was enough to make me and Daddy cry.

"Don't worry, champ, I'll get us some ice cream on our way home, and we can have it alone," I said into his ear.

We are both ice cream addicts who cannot go a day without it.

"Okay, go now and get dressed, and I'll go check on Ellies," I said, referring to a neighboring kindergarten that Hunter goes, and Ellies is my pet dog.

I was four when Daddy bought him for me, and he was a puppy at the time. He is all grown up, and I am very devoted to Elly.

He is a chowchow dog that is fifteen years old right now. I know he appears to be quite old, but he is quite healthy and active, possibly because anything I learn I apply to him and keep him in good health.

Yes, I am nearly a veterinarian. Almost because I will have my qualifications in one month and will then be able to operate my own hospital.

That is what I learned from Mama Iris, to follow my passion and become what my heart desires. And Mama Iris always used to tell me that no matter how rich we are, we should never take that for granted. Instead, we should make our own identity rather than being identified as our parents' children, which is why we all stay away from limelights except for dad because his business requires his constant social presence, which is why he has to be there. Whenever it demands, he takes Mama Iris along, sometimes Harris joins them. Still, I prefer to stay away from that chaotic life instead. I like a simple one without anyone putting their nose in my business.

Like Mama Iris, even though her parents were billionaires, she was never known by their names, nor did she stop herself from pursuing her dreams because she thought she had all the comforts in the world. Though Mama Iris was more wealthy than Daddy, she transferred everything to Daddy and on us. She had to step back from journalism due to safety concerns but still contributes to editing and concept planning at Uncle Mike and Aunt Chris's firm, where the three of them are close friends.

She dedicates all her free time to JKs, one of the largest restaurant chains in Manhattan and Chicago.

Mama Iris assumed full control of JK after my grandparents passed away. Since then, she has been effectively managing the business alongside her career, with Daddy supporting her in every aspect, not to mention Harris. Despite being just fifteen, he possesses a keen business-oriented mindset, focusing solely on business matters. This is why Mama Iris and Daddy involve him in the business after school. It's possible that he may eventually take over JKs and even surpass Daddy in the business realm within a few years.

My family means everything to me, and I consider myself incredibly lucky to have them. I can't imagine my life without Mama Iris by my side.

While she may not be my biological mother, I never felt the absence of a mother figure after my birth mother, Denissa, passed away. I cherish her memory, and though I initially longed for maternal affection upon seeing other children with their parents, that void was filled when I found Mama Iris.

She's always been my closest confidante, and I share everything with her because she's my go-to advisor. However, there's one secret I've kept from her, and when the time is right, I'll reveal it to her.

After a sigh, I made my way to the dining table where we finished breakfast and went our separate ways. Daddy took Harris to school, and I drove Hunter to kindergarten before heading out. Mama Iris usually handles the drop-off, but she was running late that day.

"Bye, Wyn Wyn," Hunter cheerfully waved as he bid me farewell.

"Bye, Hunter, I'll see you later," I waved back, watching him enter the school before driving off. Upon arriving at the college grounds, I saw someone waiting for me at the gate, hands folded.

"Sean Albert."

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