A New Day, A New You part 6

Guy: Days after sending Stuart back to College

My new recruit is back at college and my home is a little less crowded but the good news is it’s about to get more crowded in the coming months. The kids start school next week and we had to have a family sit down with the kids to explain what was happening, the results are mixed.

“We get a new brother or sister,” Connor starts but Murphy finishes,” Do we get to name ‘em?”

“Papi do we get to share a room with her if it’s a girl,” Esme asks wanting to be close to the new youngest.

“If Mommy Katy is becoming a full Mommy,” Christy asks using the words we have set up to explain mommy and well Mommy,” Can I be a Mommy?”

“Christy you don’t get to be a Mommy till you’re grown up,” I have to explain it someday, just not now.

“Well I wanna be a mommy, I want a puppy,” my little ginger girl argues.

“Honey Daddy says we don’t need a dog since we’re having another brother or sister,” Rachael explains to our daughter but she’s in angry redhead mode.

“I never get to have anything, everybody hates me,” Christy yells at the assembled family before stomping off to her room.

The kids are talking to the Mommies to figure out what is going on with the house now that we’re having another child but I’m busy with my current problem, angry Christy. I can hear her pouting in her and Esme’s room and quietly open the door to see her in a quiet rage, well quiet for my children.

“Daddy you’re mean! I want a puppy, Connor and Murphy got a brother each, Esme has her job with Mommy Immie I want a puppy,” and that’s my baby girl’s childlike rationalization of the world.

“Honey we tried a pet before, that poor thing passed away. I told you when you are older we could get you a dog,” I try to calm her, no chance.

“I want a puppy now,” Christy yells and a stuffed animal flies from her hand at me and I take it square in the face.

Most Fathers get mad or talk about how the child did wrong. I try to be smarter, when the animal hits me in the face I stagger then fall flat on my face in front of my child who goes from angry to scared in a few seconds.

“Daddy? Daddy? I’m sorry Daddy,” Christy starts to panic shaking me to wake me,” Daddy please get up it was just purple rhino.”

It’s hard to be a man and have your child crying and not immediately comfort them but points need to be made. Like the kid has a wicked arm when pissed and a baseball would do damage to one of her siblings. I let her stew a little before stirring and ‘attempt’ to get up, Christy is right there helping her daddy sit up.

“Daddy I’m sorry, I just wanted a puppy,” Christy says flinging herself into my arms as I’m sitting on her bedroom floor.

“Honey why throw something at me,” I ask her making her think.

“Daddy I got mad at you for not letting me have a puppy,” Christy blurts out now starting to cry.

“Calm down honey Daddy isn’t upset with you, that was good throw but that doesn’t change Daddy’s mind on you getting a puppy does it,” I ask her and Christy shakes her head no.

“Daddy I miss Mr. Wiggle nose,” Christy tells me reminding me of her former pet.

“I know baby but you were good to him, you even let him go swimming in a pool,” for two hours where he drowned,” Now what you need to do is tell the rest of our family you’re sorry because you weren’t being nice.”

“And we are nice to our family because they take care of us,” Christy says and I walk her down stairs to the rest of the family in the living room.

Apologies are made, hugs are given and received and once the children are outside and onto other things I am pulled aside by Rachael.

“What did you say to her,” Rachael asks quietly.

“I let her hit me, then Daddy fell down hurt. Christy is a good girl and when she realized what she did that’s when we talked,” I explain getting a head shake from Rachael.

“Her anger isn’t a learning experience,” Rachael admonishes me playfully.

“Take it from the man who redefined ‘rage issues’ it can be. Let’s go see what we can do about the Mommy to be,” I say pinching her ass.

Days pass and I get a few emails from Stuart talking about people reacting to his new look and mentality. He scrapped with this Richard kid and shockingly, well not really, he mopped the floor with him. He talks about how he took a few hits and now Richard is trying to be a real friend, I have serious doubts but don’t list them in my reply. I state that I trust his judgment and will help when asked and needed. Most important thing on my mind is school; all four of my babies get to go to school with Esme finally starting kindergarten. I’m expecting the same nonsense about how I shouldn’t have taught my children reading before school or advancing their learning but fuck that nonsense. I don’t do my work out that morning, I barely eat breakfast, I simply help my wives with the list of what to prepare and what to make for lunches. Odd point for me is all my kids want me to make their lunches; I go through the whole thing like the master of sandwiches and get all of it assembled when Kori, Rachael and I take the first trip to school with the kids as Imelda follows us on her bike. We barely get parked as Imelda pulls ‘her’ baby from the SUV and starts going into what I like to call, Mommy separation mode. I hear it stand there and listen to it all as we go down the lists with the kids about what is expected from them. Such as Murphy and Connor are not to be teaming up against their teacher and making life difficult. Christy is to play nice and focus on her teacher when she’s talking. Esme on the other hand is dumped on with Imelda’s giant ass list of worries and memory checks for everything. We send the kids off and I have to place my hand on Imelda’s arm to stop her from following Esmeralda to her class. As soon as they are all out of sight I have to hold a crying wife as she tries to hold it in that her baby is growing. We finally get Imelda calmed down and I snap her back to her senses easily.

“Honey why don’t you take the SUV back with Kori and Rachael and I’ll follow you on your bike home,” I tell her knowing the answer.

“You will not touch my f….,” Imelda stops realizing we’re still at the school,” favorite bike. I can drive just fine husband.”

I let her have it, I was going to anyway I just needed to get her out of her sad state. Back home it’s quiet and all of us adults do something we’ve been waiting to do most of the summer, relax. I break out the water massage tubs for feet and start filling them before placing them in the living room. I head to the kitchen to make up a plate of snacks and grab beverages before returning to my wives in the living room who have their feet in massagers and look very peaceful.

“I love our children, I love them so much that when they’re at school I love the quiet they can’t seem to understand we need,” Rachael moans as I put a glass of milk next to her.

“I miss my baby. How did you two get used to it,” Imelda asks and Kori points at me.

“That will destroy anyone who harms his babies,” Kori says chuckling.

“Oh god I need for my contract to come and get the provisions added so I can get on our husband with a vengeance,” Matty growls lightly with a smile.

“Girls do you realize we never had to train him,” Kori asks and all my girls stare at me waiting for the blow up.

“Train me,” I ask about to stop all the nice things I’m doing.

“No I mean some husbands are so into themselves that they just expect their wife to wait on him hand and foot when he’s there. Guy has a day off and our kids are away
and he’s pampering us,” Kori says clarifying her statement.

“And we love him for it and will love on him with much tenderness and soft flesh,” Katy groans leaning her head back.

Another personal ritual that we have is once week while the kids are gone my wives decompress. I dote on them for a few hours and they don’t have to do shit but sit and relax. The training comment was almost an argument point but I’m much better about things like that now, or at least I think I am. Weeks come and go but my family prospers, the kids are happy to be at school save for missing mommies and daddy. On the front of my business I’m not looking for anything currently, the job in August paying better than the last few has everyone happy and spending well. Then the second week in October comes and we get a call from the school, there was a fight. I find out who was involved and grimace, well it had to happen sooner or later. I pull into the school parking lot; I brought the family SUV with me just in case. Showing up to the school office as an adult isn’t much different feeling than when you are a kid in the sense that nobody has any respect for you and you are told to wait like a child while they figure out why you are there. I don’t sit when asked I stand, old tactic but it makes people who think they’re in charge anxious. Not two minutes into my standing do have the vice principal, Mr. Thatch a balding white man greet me.

“Sorry to bring you in during the middle of the work day Mr. Donnelly but we thought your wife would be in,” he tells me and I smirk, he wanted the easy way.

“Not a problem I’m a proactive parent and father, so what happened,” I ask as I pass my boys sitting in the hall.

“Your sons picked a fight with a boy who is now in the nurses’ station,” He tells me firmly and I start in.

“Who saw this fight,” I ask and he starts to change it up.

“Mr. Donnelly we have a no bullying policy in this school and we’re not even a month in with your two boys starting a fight,” Mr. Thatch says but I focus on the present.

“Who… saw… this… fight,” I ask again slowly.

“Mr. Donnelly we need to address your children…,” he starts but I cut him off.

“No I will address my children and you will find someone who can answer my questions since you are incapable of doing so,” I tell him not leaving it open for debate, yet he still tries.

“I am handling this situation as the Principal is currently occupied,” he goes off again but I’m not interested.

“How many years have you had this job,” I ask him and he straightens up.

“Sir, I have been a teacher and vice principal for seventeen years,” he tells me and I cut him off from explanation again.

“Mr. Thatch I personally guarantee you that if you don’t bring the Principal in here in the next four minutes that you will not celebrate year eighteen,” I state and he turns all shades of red.

He can blather all he wants but I’m not falling for the bullshit, call my wives to get them in so he can soft sell how ‘bad’ my boys are. I watch him leave and I calmly walk up to my boys and motion for them to stand and wait. Thatch returns with a younger than him but older than me black woman who looks more than slightly familiar looking woman enter the hall and direct me to a different office.

“Mr. Donnelly I’m Principal Hawthorne, I want you to understand that fighting in school isn’t something we condone,” She begins and I let her finish,” Now you asked forcefully to see me and I’d like to know why you couldn’t talk through the incident with Mr. Thatch.”

“Because Mr. Thatch is looking for a scapegoat and is unable to answer questions when posed. I asked who saw my boys start the fight and he balked. That shows me that Mr. Thatch has chosen who did what in his mind and is set to make his decision without actually finding out what really happened,” I tell her calmly and she listens while Thatch blows up.

“This man came in and demanded to know what happened and when I tried explaining the district policy he started in with threats,” Thatch blusters but I am more than adept with his kind.

“I did not threaten you; I guaranteed you what would happen. Now please lower your voice in front of my sons,” I tell him as Mrs. Hawthorne takes control.

“Who reported the fight,” Mrs. Hawthorne asks plainly.

“The recess teacher,” Thatch fires back quickly.

“And did she say what she saw,” she asks noting his anger.

“Those two boys standing over Mike Jenkins, a fifth grade student, as Mike Jenkins was crying on the ground holding his head and stomach,” Thatch points at my boys who don’t even look at him, they look at me.

“Who saw the boys start the fight,” Mrs. Hawthorne asks still calm.

“They obviously started the fight and this bully of a father of theirs,” And now I’m beginning to lose my cool.

“You will speak to me in a respectful manner and you will apologize or there will be ramifications that you will regret immeasurably,” I tell him as I’m now inches away from his face.

“Mr. Donnelly step away from Mr. Thatch now,” Hawthorne asks and I back away calmly as he smirks,” Mr. Thatch that is enough for now you can return to your office.”

The dismissal does not sit well with him and I can read it all over his face, probably got passed over for the job here. I watch him leave and close the door behind him as I motion my boys forward to her desk.

“Did you two boys fight with Mike,” She asks calmly.

“I did, Connor came in when he saw me on the ground,” Murphy says quietly addressing her.

“And why did you get involved Connor,” She asks the twin.

“He was picking on kids, he always picks on littler kids and he touched my brother. You don’t touch my family,” Connor says looking at me then back to Mrs. Hawthorne.

“Did you start the fight Murphy,” I ask and the boy looks scared but shakes his head,” Murphy what did he say?”

“He said we were bastards, and that Christy and Immie we bastards because our Daddy was a man whore,” Murphy gets it all out and looks petrified for repeating the words.

“Its okay son, you don’t need to apologize for the language you were telling what you heard and what did you say to him,” I ask and note that Mrs. Hawthorne has come around the desk to stand in front of my boys.

“I told him to stop talking about my family since he doesn’t know us,” Murphy says not happy with being the center of attention.

“Okay boys please return to your seats outside my door, I need to speak with your father,” Mrs. Hawthorne asks and they follow her request closing the door after them,” Had to raise a few bully beaters like yourself didn’t you?”

“Excuse me,” I ask and she chuckles.

“I heard stories about you from my mother, my maiden name is Jackson,” Mrs. Hawthorne informs me and it comes together as she smiles.

“How is your mom,” I ask and she smiles.

“Retired and living in Arizona, you were the talk of the table for a couple years. And we’ve met before when mom had her retirement party and was receiving that award she is embarrassed about,” she tells me sitting down and I follow suit.

“She was a good woman but let’s get back to the pressing topic, my boys,” I tell her changing the conversation.

We talk for a few minutes about the boy, a known bully who has been suspended before, and I’m given the option to take my boys home but I want them back in class which Mrs. Hawthorne allows but not before I tell the two of them that they do not talk about what happened with the other students till I have had a chance to speak with them at home. My twin terrors are more scared of coming home now than they are of anything else but I know what will actually happen and after saying goodbye to Mrs. Hawthorne head back home. I get in and find the wives minus Matty who is at practice. I let Kori know what happened who goes off till I tell her I settled it and the boys are fine. She is calm… ish, it’s her baby boys after all. I’m in the gym on my knees waiting in my work out clothes when the children return home and I left instructions with their mother as to what was to happen when they arrived. Not too long and my boys are escorted by their mother in their school clothes.

“Boys knees,” I tell them and they slowly match me sitting side by side facing me.

Kori takes a knee next to me then realizes that it is not comfortable and sits cross legged. I could poke fun but I’m in serious mode. Both my boys look more than a little nervous.

“So we fight a bully, one who doesn’t know our family and insults us because,” I ask and they are quiet.

“Because nobody hurts our family, you two were outsized by the estimation of this Mike Jenkins he’s been a bully for some time,” Kori asks and both nod at the same time in the same way, creepy.

“I will not find out about you fighting in school and picking a fight first EVER, do I make myself clear,” I ask and they both cringe a little but reply ‘yes sir’ before I calm down,” Good, you defending myself and your mother our family is good but when I get called in by the school because you are fighting you ask to see Mrs. Hawthorne first understand?”

My boys tell me they understand again in unison, still creepy but they are my boys. I let them head upstairs and give it a few seconds as Kori begins to stand before I stop her.

“So we just happen to request a school out of our district where the children just happen to be under the daughter to our old principal,” I ask my wife who smiles
wickedly.

“I know honey, isn’t it just great,” Kori says before hopping up.

I chase her from the gym with tickling and we get back to doing what we do best, be a family. My girls and apparently the whole school heard about the boys getting into a fight but they didn’t start it and they sure as hell finished it. I know Kori is going to make me hold off on training them till they are a little older but there is a desire in the two of them to get into it with me on a physical level that comes from my genes. Halloween is coming up soon and I figure that will be a good time to play around with the kids and their costumes.

Stuart: One week from Halloween

Richard has been planning this Halloween party of his for a few weeks now and now I understand why I don’t plan this shit, it’s ridiculous. As he’s going over how he’ll keep underage drinking from happening at the party by paying security he discovers he doesn’t have any real security people that he knows to help with the party. It takes him a bit but when I offer to help I get told no.

“Stuart I want you at the party to have fun not help run it,” Richard informs me and I shake my head at him.

I guess he’s really trying to treat me like a friend but why not accept a friend’s help. Hell even Guy used me like a friend would when I told him I wanted help and he’s more mentor and employer than friend. Now that I think of it we are friends, he took me in and actually helped me. So yeah why turn the tables into him doing all shit for me? Questions I don’t care to dwell on but my workout is. In the gym three to four days a week and still running regularly but biggest thing is I’m dieting. Well dieting is what I’ve been calling it, most guys my age would call it not eating everything they can when hungry. Seeing Caitlin on and off during the time has been nice, I don’t call her and she doesn’t call me. I just turn around and she’s there, then we eat or do something and afterwards is sex. After a few times I noticed something, she has no interest in Richard. That has me confused because I thought they would have got along great last year so I figure I should have a conversation that sets me straight.

“Caitlin can I ask you something kind of big for me,” I say as we’re eating dinner at a chain restaurant.

“Oh this sounds ominous,” she says playfully setting her fork down.

“Did Richard put you up to talking with me or anything else,” I ask simply.

“Are you fucking kidding me? No I’m asking you big ass, because I go out with people I want to go out with. I saw you and saw how new and impressive you look and figured let’s have some fun with a good looking nice guy and you think I’m whoring my way around you for someone else,” Caitlin says almost growling.

“Caitlin please hold on for a second and let me explain,” I try to stop her but she’s on a roll.

“I came around because I wanted to, I may not have the best reputation but I’m not some whore for you or Richard or anyone else. Are you comprehending that Stuart, are you getting that in your fucking skull,” Caitlin is pissed and quiet all at once.

“I’m sorry but he has before,” I get out and that’s where her face changes from angry to shock.

“Are you serious? That’s why you asked because he’s done it to you before,” She says and I nod quietly,” Well fuck me he did a number on your head I guess. So what he just paid girls to come around and fuck you every now and then or something?”

“I guess so, I noticed that whenever I was really down and we were partying and I wanted to leave early there was ‘this girl I had to meet’ that Stuart thought would like
me and for a couple hours she did,” I explain and Caitlin is all ears now.

I go into more detail on my past year with Richard as a roommate and friend; needless to say Caitlin’s opinion of Richard isn’t good as we start to head back towards the dorms.