He's hot!

Trevor and I had volunteered to keep an eye on Theodora's softball team at their annual pool party to commemorate the end of another successful spring season. The girls would bring their siblings, have fun in the sun, and continue that bonding experience that only one could have with their teammates. Since it was our turn to chaperone, we needed to make all of the preparations. I'd enlisted the help of Casey to help with the planning and decorations, as well as the snack portion of the afternoon. Trevor was in charge of the grill and Oliver and Maximus had decided to spend their afternoon estrogen-free at their aunt's house in Manhattan.

"Mami," I heard behind me and I turned to acknowledge my daughter. I hummed in response and raised my brow, fixing my cap on my forehead in order to look at the girls in front of me better, "Can Jaycee and Lauren come over for a sleepover? They already asked their parents and if it's ok with you, it's ok with them."

I smirked, shaking my head, "You know we have your brothers' start of season tomorrow, TJ."

She pouted, stepping forward and wrapping her arms around my waist, "Mami," she whined, "Ollie's game isn't until ten tomorrow and Max's game is at noon. Please," she finished, elongating the syllable.

I placed my hands on her swaying hips, tittering, "Let me talk to your father first and I'll get back to you girls in a few, all right?"

Theo squealed, grabbing my face in her hands, and peppering a few kisses on my cheek, "Gracias Mami, you're the best."

"Thank you, Mrs. Langan," said Jaycee with a smile.

"Yea, thanks!" responded Lauren with a bounce.

I shook my head and patted Theo's bottom playfully as they turned to jump in the pool. It was beautiful to say the least to watch your children blossom into their teenage years. Theo was fixing to turn fourteen in the summer and I loved watching her grow up into the young woman she was becoming.

Casey snuck up on me, hauling yet another cooler filled with assorted types of refreshments for the girls, rolling her eyes at the squealing few that had already arrived. I shook my head and giggled, "Are you truly ready for that, Noa?"

I shrugged, squatting in front of the cooler to inspect its contents, "Are you really ever ready for anything life throws at you, Case?"

"Spoken like a true bullshitter," she snorted.

I turned on my waist, playfully slapping her bare thigh, "Can I object?"

"Nope!" She giggled again and I shook my head, "Look, it's not remotely as bad as one thinks. You just have to get over the boy-craze phase, the 'I-hate-you' phase, the possible goth phase, and then by the time all of that has been accomplished she'll be off to college and you'll still have to go through it with Ollie and Max."

"Well, fuck me, then."

She laughed heartily, a belly-roaring laugh that brought a smile to my face. I'd always enjoyed the sound of Casey's laugh. Even in our youth, her laughter always seemed most genuine. If you could make Casey laugh her full laugh, you knew you were funny.

I ran my hand over the ice, spreading it throughout the length of the cooler. I grabbed a can of soda and raised it over my head, feeling Casey's fingers on my own as she took the can in her hands, "Where's Trevor?"

I shook my hands and shut the lid of the cooler, using my knees to stand up, "He went to pick up the burgers and hotdogs one of the parents donated. We have all the condiments and dressings here, but that's important."

Casey nodded and took a sip of her can of soda, using her brows to signal behind me. I turned, watching one of the parents and Theo's teammate walk in through the gates. I smiled and rushed to him, taking the cake from his hands. "Thank you," he offered.

"It's no problem! Casey, could you clear a spot for the cake?"

Casey nodded, setting the can down on the table and moving some stuff around in order for me to place the cake down. I heard Theo and some of the girls there already get out of the pool to meet their teammate and as the girl waved goodbye to her father and me shouting my appreciation to him as well, I heard one of the girls comment on the appearance and looks of the father that had just left. I snapped my head up, my eyes landing on Casey's immediately.

Casey raised her brows, you heard that too, right?

I tilted my head in amusement, did I?

Casey tittered, shaking her head, "Told you."

I huffed, placing my hand on my forehead, "Not now, Casey, please."

She snickered, walking past me to attend a shouting Theodora. I groaned inwardly, and outwardly too.

This was the age where they were starting to look at others sexually. It was definitely the time I realized what I could do with just a pretty smile and a bat of my lashes, and though it would be highly hypocritical of me to say that I hoped Theo never figured out the power behind her pretty face and soundly eyes, I knew it was coming. I could tell every morning when she would spend those extra five minutes in front of her mirror making sure every hair was in its place, and her mascara hadn't touched the skin underneath her eyes.

I removed my shirt, but remained in my shorts, exposing the bathing suit underneath my clothing items. And, as I received other parents, chatted with some lingering moms, and gave the girls what they needed and asked for, Trevor arrived, followed by one of Theo's teammate mumbling something underneath his breath about having more burgers in the SUV. I stood, exiting the pool area to pick up more trays of burgers and hotdogs ready for grilling. I shut the door of Trevor's SUV and returned to the reserved area to see him firing the grill up.

Theo had exited the pool and was now pressed against her father, laughing and giggling jovially as she transferred water to her father's clean clothes. Trevor feigned annoyance, but still laughed and when Theo stood near the edge of the pool, he gently shoved her forward, sending the girl squealing down into the water.

"They're hungry already?" I asked, approaching him with a can of soda.

He leaned sideways, placing his lips on mine quickly. "If they aren't, they will be. Ivy's mom did an amazing job with these. The entire SUV smelled of it. I know Ivy and I were starving," he smiled.

"Do we have to take Ivy back once this is done?"

Trevor shook his head, opening the can of soda and placing some of the burgers on the warmed grill, "They'll come pick her up once we start wrapping up."

I nodded, "Oh, your daughter wants to have two of the girls over tonight."

Trevor smiled, shaking his head; "We have start of season tomorrow."

I shrugged a shoulder, "I know, but the games aren't until later in the morning—as she stated in her argument." Trevor chuckled. "Hey, that's your daughter," I added with a smirk.

"Who are the girls?"

"Jaycee and Lauren."

He groaned. "Why them two?" he turned to regard me. I shrugged, shaking my head; "We'll call the parents before all of this is over."

I kissed his jaw, nibbling his skin in a form of thanks. As I walked away he mumbled something about us being the death of him and I shook my head, kneeling near the edge of the pool to speak to Theodora about the development of her request. She smiled beautifully and thanked me once more for talking to Trevor about the sleepover situation.

The pool party continued effortlessly with Casey tossing the girls into the water, Trevor grilling for the girls, and the occasional dip in the pool. The afternoon evolved quickly, taking care of twelve squealing girls—and siblings—was taxing. I laughed, listening to the girls complain about their 'struggles' and 'worries' as we ate, and Trevor tried to steer clear of any topic involving boys. I would giggle to myself and nudge Casey's arm every time Trevor would roll his eyes, sigh heavily, or look constipated and pained with the topics across the table.

We had spoken to the parents of Jaycee and Lauren, agreeing that we could drop off each of the girls at their respective home before the boys were set to start. The parents were going to drop off a bag for them to have clothes for tonight and tomorrow morning. Before we knew it, the other parents had started picking up their children and with everyone that left we would send chips, cake, drinks, and other stuff with them. Whatever they wanted to take was up for grabs. At this point, only a few of the girls were left and they had decided to sit near the edge of the pool to talk as Trevor and I set aside what was ours.

Casey was fixing to leave and bid her farewell to Theo when she stood in haste and stomped towards us, "Aunt Casey, could you drop me off at home?"

Casey sputtered, looking between Trevor and I, "Well—Well, don't you have to wait for the parents of your friends? I mean, I don't mind—"

"They're not staying at the house anymore," she said crossing her arms across her chest.

I furrowed my brow, "Wait, why? What happened?"

She opened her mouth as if to explain the situation, but instead shook her head, biting her lip. "That's irrelevant right now!" she sighed, closing her eyes. "Please, Aunt Casey?"

Casey looked back at Trevor and I with a bemused expression, mirroring the same one on mine and Trevor's faces, "Yes—Yes, sweetheart, I'll drop you off."

"You—You have the spare key, right, Case?" Trevor asked from behind me.

Casey nodded and wrapped her arm around Theo's shoulder and like that, they left. Theodora did not bother to lift her head up and acknowledge the remaining girls as she past them by on their way out the gate. She'd left the bag she had brought with her, her towel, and change of clothes. Something deep must've happened if this was her reaction. I glanced back at Trevor who had busied his self with cleaning the grill and making sure everything was as left for us.

Some of the girls offered me apologetic smiles and a few of them averted their eyes. Whatever happened between them, Theodora was going to be the one to figure it out and fix it. She had to if she wanted to continue to play with these girls, not to mention, this was the school team. She couldn't avoid them forever. At some point they were bound to sit next to each other during class or pass each other in the halls. The parents kept arriving and soon, it was only Trevor and I.

We packed up our belongings and distributed it to each of our vehicles, "Should I pick up the boys or do you want to go?"

Trevor shook his head; "Alex will drop them off a little bit later. What about Theo, are we going to address that?"

I sighed, pulling my cap off. "Whatever happened, it was bad. Jaycee's mom didn't even had the chance to get out of the car before Jaycee was hopping in," I sighed. "I don't know, Trev. I—I want to give her space and allow for her to come to us, but at the same time…"

Trevor rubbed my arm, "I know, I know. We can figure it out when we get home. We're not that far anyways."

"Yea, you're right," I said in a breathy sigh.

He kissed my cheek, and we both turned to enter our SUVs.

Trevor and I busied our selves in taking everything out of the SUVs and making sure that everything was properly stored and put away. Whilst he showered, I prepared everything for the next day that was fixing to be packed with fun. Theo didn't emerge from her room if she heard us downstairs, but I couldn't blame her. If she was anything like me at that age, I wanted to be alone, be able to process, and figure it out on my own. Until I had everything sorted, I wouldn't leave my room to talk to anyone.

Trevor took over in finishing the preparations for the next day, and as I was leaving to shower, the boys came busting in through the door with their blonde aunt looking exhausted by the second. I chuckled; kissing Alex's cheek, and feeling the boys hug my waist. Our home sure was a livelier one thanks to my three boys, because when Trevor, Oliver, and Maximus got together… Lord help us all!

I walked past Theodora's closed bedroom door, sighing softly. She was awake, that much I could tell; the soft melodic tunes that seemed muffled to my ears kept her company whilst she stewed. All of our children knew about the open-door rule, but we respected that some times, we all just needed some quiet.

Nightfall soon arrived when the couch dipped next to me, "Why did we decide to have two boys again?"

I snickered, taking a sip from my glass of wine. "We didn't decide anything, Trevor Langan. It is a known fact that the father is the one that chooses the sex, so…" I smirked, handing Trevor my glass of wine.

He hummed, gulping, "So, what are you saying? That this is my fault?"

I turned my head to quickly glance at him and back at my lap where my book rested, "That is exactly what I'm saying."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Let's retract here," he shifted. "You were the one that wanted all boys, remember?"

"Yes, but you were the one that said, 'I'll give it to you all, whatever you want'," I turned my head, closing the book. "Again, your fault," I whispered, leaning forward to press my lips against his.

He hummed in appreciation, "Care to make another one?"

I pushed on his chest, snorting, "In your dreams! We're done, remember?"

He shrugged, finishing the crimson liquid, "We could change our mind."

"We cannot," I shook my head.

"If we have another boy…" he widened his eyes. "On second thought, we're done."

I giggled, "That's what I thought."

Trevor chuckled, but then sighed, "Theo's door is open." I raised my brows, leaning back against the couch cushions, "I don't want to talk to her without you."

I nodded and stood, taking the glass Trevor was offering. For now, it would be discarded on the coffee table alongside my book; it could wait until the morning. We took the stairs effortlessly and when we stood in front of Theo's door, I leaned on the jamb, watching my daughter color away in her book. I looked up at Trevor and he smiled, tilting his chin slightly to urge me on. I knocked on the jamb with my knuckle, smiling once she looked up.

She smiled at me and frowned at her father, "What is he doing here?"

I furrowed my brow and entered her room followed by Trevor. I lifted my knee and sat on her bed in front of her, "He is your father and you will watch the bite of that tongue, Theodora."

She dropped her colored pencil in the book and closed it. She sighed, rubbing at her face, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I know it's your not fault, Papi, but I can't stand to look at you without think—"

She grunted in frustration, dropping her hands from her face, "Without what, Theo? If I did anything to make you… or your friends uncomfortable, tell me now so that I can rectify it for the future."

She scoffed ruefully, tracing a line on the cover of her book, "You can't rectify your existence, Papi."

I made a face, glancing at Trevor. "A little less vague, Theodora," I urged on.

She sighed, finally looking at me, and then at her father. "Apparently," she begun, squaring her shoulders, "the only reason Jaycee and Lauren wanted to stay over tonight was to 'be able to spend a night under the same roof as a fine ass daddy' like mines," she sagged her shoulders, closing her eyes and scoffing in disgust.

I parted my mouth, grinning up at Trevor. He smirked, rubbing at his neck, "I take it your friends made some comments about me, huh?"

"They are not my friends."

I sighed. "Theo," I tried.

"Mami, that's your husband! How are you not... mad? Why would they make those comments? And, in front of me… the hell!"

"Hey!" Trevor warned.

"You want to take this or am I on my own here?" Trevor smiled and I shook my head, "Theo, they're girls. Of course they're starting to find men attractive."

"Men, Ma! Not my father!"

"Your father is a man, mami. It's completely normal. I was that age too once, Theo, and I had my fair share of… crushes with some of the dad's. You girls are at that age where boys are losing their umph and you're looking for someone… mature. I never vocalized it as… forward as your friends—"

"They're not my friends!"

"—did, but it crossed my mind and it happened."

"Well… I don't like it!"

"And, you're not expected to, preciosa. You can tell them how you feel, and you have my permission to threaten them too," I winked.

"Noa!" Trevor grunted, "Listen Theo, I get it, you're your mother's daughter when it comes to being jealous—"

Theo made the exact same face I had made earlier, shaking her head, "Jealous? Papi, you're the handsomest dad in my grade. Why would I be jealous?"

I tittered and Trevor shook his head, smiling, "Lord, help me. What I mean, Theo, is that your feelings towards this situation… never mind that, the point is, I only have eyes for one woman, and one woman only. It will most likely continue to happen—not that I want it to happen—and you're just going to have to use your words, Theo."

She sighed, "Can I really threaten them?"

"Yes."

"No!" Trevor shot me a pointed look.

Theo giggled, "I'm sorry if I acted like a brat earlier. I was really upset."

I nodded and stood, leaning forward to kiss her hair, "You had every right to be."

Trevor leaned and kissed her forehead, mumbling his love for her, "I love you, Theo."

"I love you too, Papi."

We exited her room when I felt Trevor push me against the opposite wall, "Threaten her teammates, really?"

His mouth floated inches away from mine. "Have to teach her young to let it be known that no one messes with what is hers," I panted, feeling Trevor's hands roam my body.

"Did your mother teach you that?"

I husked my giggle, "You'll never know."

A/N: This one was fun to write and a little insight on my life as this has happened far too much for my liking, lol. I know people have been asking for an update on Benson's Memoir, and it's coming, I just need to organize my thoughts and formulate the words.