What He Don't Know (Completed)

Chapter 51: Amari

4 Years Later

It's been four years since I was diagnosed with Postpartum Depression, four years since my dad had woken up from his coma, and four years since Mateo father had left us here on Earth.

Today was the triplet's fourth birthday and me and Mateo was having a party for them. Kiya, Ques, and Quincy all are quite the little people.

Quentin was mommy's helper, he always wanted to help me around the house and he would follow me hand and foot everywhere. He said he was my little protector. I couldn't go anywhere without Quentin finding me. The bathroom, the laundry room, out the door; he would want to go with me and don't get me started on anytime I wanted to spend with Mateo or give him a kiss, he would not let that happen.

Quentin Ramos Herrera

Jacques was the complete opposite, he was the ladies man. He would flirt with every woman or girl that walked by him. He was like Monty but times 100. He would flutter his eyes and and smile and they would fall for it because Ques was so cute. They would pick him up and he would rub his face on yours. He didn't discriminate either he liked booty, boobs anything he could get his hands on. I had to apologise so many times for him and don't get me started on the girls that would come over and I'm talking about girl 5-6 years old.

Jacques Ramos Herrera

Now Kiya was my mini me. She was a little version of me, except she was a little Daredevil, especially when her and Lauriel were together. They always were always together and when they weren't they wanted to be.

Kiyanne Ramos Herrera