Good Cop Father (K.H)
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“Taylor!” Kenny shouts up the stairs, calling down the last triplet who was holding us all up from leaving. “Adam and Mackenzie were ready before you! We’re gunna be late to London’s dinner!” It’s Kenny’s sister, London’s birthday today and the whole Holland family clan are making their way over to the family’s house.
Taylor, our 5 year old daughter, is normally the ‘good’ child out of our triplets. She’s normally the first ready, the first to wash her hands before a meal and the first to brush her teeth before bed, but today, something’s off. Adam and Mackenzie were ready way before Taylor was. She’s not sick, she’s not hurt, and she’s just… off. She’s not our normal Taylor Reagan Holland.
“Yeah, Taylor!” Mackenzie shouts in a mock, sticking her tongue out at thin air. “We were ready before you! Now, hurry up! I want cake!”
“Shut up, Mackenzie, you stupid idiot!” Taylor shouts back, causing both of her siblings to take a step back in surprise, their eyes wide and their mouths shut. I look over at Kenny, who looks just as surprised as I do. She’s never spoken like that before. Ever.
It’s that damn day care centre. I knew it was a bad idea to send our kids there. There’s one family there, the Klingemann’s, who’re the rudest, most arrogant, pieces of shit people I have ever met. The first day there, the mother, whos name is Helene, gave me the dirtiest look I’ve ever seen, and the oldest one there, who’s 6 and named Piana (really, who names their kid Piana?), thought it would be funny to rip up Taylors drawings she made for her two grandmas.
Mackenzie, being the little 5 year old thug she is, took it upon herself to make Piana sorry for harassing her sister. She ‘accidentally’ spilt black paint all over the brat’s drawings and writings. I’ve always wondered how she’s been like this, she’s only 5 and she’s already mentally attacking kids her age.
It’s nice that she stands up for her siblings, but if she ever gets arrested for doing it, it won’t be so nice anymore.
But yes, the damn Klingemann family have no filter whatsoever. They don’t care what they say, they don’t bother to look around a room before they say something, they should probably start doing that because the day care might ban their kids if they continue teaching the other kids bad words.
I’ll personally ban their kids.
Kenny purses his lips and drops the car keys back into the key bowl, he looks at me once, then starts walking up the stairs to go and find out what’s wrong with our daughter.
Adam lightly pats my leg, slightly tugging on my jean pocket. I look down at him, one of my hands instantly moving to the top of his head, running my fingers through his increasingly long brown hair, much like his fathers. “Mommy, what’s wrong with Taylor?”
“I don’t know, baby, I don’t know…” I sigh, “Why don’t you and Kenzie go and watch a cartoon on my phone for a minute?” I hand him my phone, which he happily takes, and he walks down the hallway into the living room with Mackenzie following quickly behind.
I make sure that they’re inside the other room before I head up the stairs. The kids’ bedroom door is open and I can see Kenny’s brown boots sticking out from where he’s knelt in front of the bed. I hear light sniffles and my boyfriend’s soothing voice, I decide to lean up against the wall and let Kenny deal with this one. I just listen in.
“Auntie London wants you to go, babe, she’s looking forward to seeing you.” Kenny says softly, “Why don’t you want to go?”
“B-because cousin Connie will be there, won’t she?”
“Of course she will, she’s your cousin and also auntie London’s cousin, she wants to be there for her birthday. Why don’t you want to see Connie, Tay?”
“When she came to play last week, she said I was a goody two shoes because I wanted to do my school reading with mommy.” Taylor sniffs, slightly choking on her words. “She said only losers read with their mommies.”
So, that’s why Taylor was so quiet when Connie was here the other day. Normally, they play together so well and they never stop talking and giggling. What changed for Connie that made her become a bitch? She’s only 7.
“Why didn’t you tell me or mommy that she was being mean to you?”
“Because she said that you won’t believe me! She said that you and mommy like her and all my other cousins and Adam and Mackenzie more than you all like me!” My baby is so innocent.
Kenny sighs and Taylor hiccups over her quiet cries, “Tay, me and mommy don’t like Connie or any of your other cousins over you! Mommy and I love you so, so, so much, baby. You shouldn’t listen to anyone who tells you otherwise, because then they’re just a liar!”
“Lying is naughty, daddy.”
“It is naughty, you’re right.”
I hear Taylor take a big breath in, “I would never lie to someone.” My children are amazing.
Each one of the triplets are completely different and it’s amazing. They’re going to be amazing people when they grow up.
“That’s very good of you, it’s very good to be honest. Do you know what Connie was doing?”
“That’s right. She was lying so she could make you upset. You shouldn’t let her get to you, Taylor. Liars do not deserve any attention.”
“Am I a loser because I wanted to read with mommy?” She asks quietly, making my heart clench. Kids can be so fucking horrible for no reason.
I’ll definitely be having a word with Connie’s mother.
Nobody calls my kid a loser.
“Of course you’re not a loser! Reading is cool! If you read with mommy, or even me if you want, then you can learn new words and then, you’ll be really, really smart and you’ll be at the top of your class.”
A small gasp comes from Taylor, “I want to be smart!”
“You already are, sweetie! So, if you keep reading with mommy, you’ll get even smarter.” I can only imagine the look on Taylors face right now, I just know that she’s definitely perked up a lot. A short chat with your dad can do that sometimes. “So, what are you going to do today?”
“Go to auntie London’s party and ignore Connie because she’s mean and a liar and liars don’t deserve my attention.”
“That’s my girl.”
“And if she tries to be mean again, I’ll tell Mackenzie and she’ll pull Connie’s hair.”
We’ll have to watch Connie, Taylor and Mackenzie very closely today. Very, very closely. I’m not getting in trouble for my kid standing up for my other kid.
“Okay, I think that’s enough now, don’t let Mackenzie pull anyone’s hair.”
“Okay…” She sighs. She knows it’s wrong but she loves having a sister that’ll stand up for her whenever she needs. “Can we go now?” Yep, our normal Taylor’s back now.
“Go and get your shoes on, babe.”
Seconds later, Taylor’s running out of her room and walking down the stairs with a little giggle. I’m glad she’s happy again, I don’t know what I’m going to do when she becomes a moody teenager and starts to hate me for no reason. She’s always been the happiest one.
I take a step into the bedroom just as Kenny’s standing up and brushing off his knees. “How did I do?” He asks, quickly wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me in close to him. “I feel like I did well.” He rests his chin on the top of my head.
With a kiss to his jaw, I respond. “You did so well, I’m proud of you.” Ever since the kids could talk and understand what we’re saying, he’s struggled with telling them off or helping them with their little problems. He grew up with 5 younger sisters and he always did so well with them, but now that he has his own kids, he doesn’t like scolding them. He finds it hard because it always hurts his feelings when they start crying due to him. “Now, if Mack does pull Connie’s hair, I’ll leave you to tell her off.”
“But babe,” He whines. I lightly slap his arm and start walking towards the stairs, pulling him behind me. “I already did something today, it’s your turn she does do it.”
“Hey, I can’t be bad cop all the time.”
“I like it when you’re the bad cop.” The heat instantly spreads across my face.
“Last time you said that, we ended up with triplets.”
“Well, maybe this time we’ll end up with twins.”