BASHing Trinity novel Chapter 42

TRINITY

Who says there is no such thing as perfect? It's been six years of a perfect life, and what can I possibly ask for more?

It feels like yesterday when I marry my hot and gorgeous husband, and now I have three beautiful kids who enjoy playing at the park.

"Baby!"

I turn my head to see Bash making his way towards my direction with our twins on both hands. He just comes from the airport, and he's still wearing his dark blue suit perfectly tailored for him.

"Hey, you're early." I rise from my seat and walk to meet him halfway.

He pulls me into a big hug. My kids' arms are wrap around his legs.

"I miss you terribly, Trinity," he whispers in my ear.

I giggle. "It's been only eight hours, silly." I break the hug.

"But I was miles away from you. You didn't miss me, did you?"

He went to Boston to visit his branch since he's been the President and the CEO of the Hughes Industries for four years.

I, on the other hand, is a full-time mother since Baby Fifth was born. Bash didn't allow me to go back to work. I agreed because I want to spend my time with my son and my husband.

"Oh, stop being a whipped. I always miss you, and we talked over the phone. It's not like we haven't done this before." I playfully slap his arm.

He chuckles. "I wanted to kiss you so badly here, and when I say kiss I mean to kiss you from head to toe," Bash says.

Our two and a half years old identical twins run away after Bash kissing them both on their cheeks and start playing again with their stuff toys.

"I know, silly."

"Shit!" Bash exclaims. I look where Bash's eyes fixed on.

I notice Fifth in front of a little girl around his age with dark brown hair wearing a pink dress. My son is licking ice cream on his hand while the little girl is crying.

"Did Fifth take that ice cream from that girl?" Bash asks.

"Irene, don't go," Bash tells Fifth's babysitter. Irene stays, sitting on the bench near us.

"It's just ice cream, and my dad can buy you a house full of ice cream!" Fifth yells at the girl.

"But that's mine." The girl sobs, pointing at the ice cream on Fifth's grasp

"This is not even yummy," Fifth retorts.

"Bash."

"I know what you're thinking, Trinity." I can feel the smile in his voice. My eyes still pin to Fifth and that poor little girl.

"What am I thinking?"

"You know it, Trinity."

"I don't know what you're talking about, husband." My eyes widen when Fifth throws the remaining ice cream to the grass, then he walks away, leaving the girl alone crying.

"See that, baby? Another bully in the family," Bash says, laughing.

"That's not even funny!" I hit him on his thigh.

He laughs out loud. "It runs in the family, I guess."

I look at him sternly. His brow cocks.

He leans closer. "I love my son and my two girls, no matter how they become. I love you too, Trinity. Larger than my life." He kisses my lips.

"Dad, Mom, stop kissing in the park." Fifth's voice pulls us apart.

"Stop making girl's cry, Fifth," Bash says to his son, pulls him closer, and kisses the top of Fifth's head.

Fifth just grins sheepishly. "She's pretty."

Bash and I exchange a look.

"Let's head home," Bash announces. My two girls come running towards us.

"Did you two enjoy your playtime?" Bash asks Rain and Shine.

They jump. "Yes! Yes!"

I look at Bash who's happily watching our twin babble to Fifth about how they enjoyed playing with the other kids.

"Really, Dad?" They ask in unison with full of excitement.

"What did I miss?" I ask Bash.

"It's a surprise!" our kids yell.

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