Chapter 84

Miguel's pov

"Mom can you please stop talking about me like am not here?" I plead.

I just can't have them talking about me like one who's not there.

I seriously now regret ever coming down here in the first place, I would have been better off up there writting my assignments or better still, sleeping.

"We're going to try our best mom. Miguel truthfully is the best thing that have ever happened to us, we won't jet let him go without at least trying," Damien said.

All of the occupants of the table ignoring both I and my words as if they don't matter.

They continued their talk, each not bothering to check on poor old me.

I guess they've truly and totally forgotten about me based on how they're talking like I don't exist in the same sphere as them.

"Am going upstairs."  I finally said after sitting there for minutes without anyone attending to me.

I know am the cause of the triplets avoiding me, but they could Have at least chanced me a glance or two to make me Know they're aware of my presence.

None said anything, neither did they chance a look at me as I walked upstairs to my room.

They're all engrossed in whatever story mom is telling them about chubby young me.

"You need to see a picture I took of him when I forced him to wear female clothing,"  mom said in a tune loud enough for me to hear.

" Really?" I  heard Damien ask, 

" we will love to absolutely see those cute pictures of his,"  says the same Donald who ignored me like I wasn't in existence when I sat down there.

Without turning back ( It wouldn't help if I beg mom not to show them That embarrassing picture. If anything, begging will make her eager to show them more just to spite me), I walked into my awaiting room.

"i guess it's just you and I for the entirety of the day," I said to the room before flopping down on my bed " mom have finally gotten her most wanted partners in crime."

I must have dozed up after my own sided conversation with the room, because when I woke up later, it was to the sound of dad calling me down for dinner.

"Darling dinner is ready!" dad shouts from downstairs.

"I will be down in a few!" I shout back, although my voice isn't as loud as dad's, I know he heard me right.

Rushing into the bedroom, I washed my face, brushed my hair, arranged the clothes am wearing, and dashed downstairs for dinner.

Am actually famished from not eating lunch, and I can't afford to miss dinner.

"I thought i will have to ask your father to go upstairs and carry your lazy arse down for bed." Mom said with a roll of her eyes.

" Liz!" Dad gasps like the world is about to end " mind your language when you're around him.  I don't want you to corrupt his innocent mind," dad scolds mom.

" Innocent?" mom scoffs " a male that have three boyfriends is far from being innocent," she says those like it's a fact.

Dad's cheeks turned beet red " don't you dare speak of that to my face again. I don't want to think of my baby that way,"  dad walks over to me, and pecks me on my forehead.

I blushed at his display of affection "dad am no longer a baby!" I  whined.

"Thank the Lord he've finally admitted to not being a baby. I was moments from checking if he've gone into a baby zone," mom rolls her eyes " baby this, baby that, and he will still remain a baby!"

" Mom am not a baby,"  I glare at the woman who thought it best to side with three males she just met instead of her son.

"You're not appreciative of something the Lord dropped on your laps, instead you're acting like a spoiled brat,"  she gives dad a look "seeing  how your dad threats you like you're still in the womb makes me believe you surely are a spoiled brat."

" Liz, I won't stand you insulting my baby boy," dad tries to glare at mom, but failed at it, instead he took to just plainly looking.

"Was I the one given such a priviledge like your son, I would have kept the three occupied for days,"  she fans herself "  those males are too hot they burn without even trying."

" Liz!" dad gives her a shocked expression.

" Chill, I was just saying if I was to be him, I don't mean it the way you think I did, " mom walks up to dad with a seductive look on her face " you're the only one who makes my river flow."

"And you're the one I walked hard for," he pecks her fully on the mouth.

I gagged at their always shameless display of affection " eating upstairs is more than better than sharing a space with adults who still thinks themselves to be teenagers." I  walked into the kitchen, my mind set on getting my food and walking back to my room.

Eating in my room sounds so much better than here, not because of their display of affections, but because of the pang I feel whenever I watch them together.

I would have been in the triplets' embrace right now, but I just had to make that stupid idiotic request. I would have blamed it on the fact about them being wolves, but I know that's not the case.

I was more concerned about my rising feelings for them, each new day makes me fall deeply in love with them, and am afraid I might fall into the void without them catching me, and that's frightening enough.

"No stay,"  dad gives me an apologetical smile  "we will tune that down,"  he promised.

"Am not promising anything," mom says behind dad "if he's feeling jealous about us being the way we were, he should go meet his boyfriends." 

Her words made something click in my mind.