Brotherhood of Six
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Riki Leigh Bishop
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Nicole has it all under controlāuntil she comes home with her children to see her husband, Eric, and best friend, London, together on the couch. Nicole and Eric try to work it outāuntil they find out London is pregnant with Ericās child. Nicole decides to pack up and move back to her hometown with her children. As luck would have it, her eldest child, Bellamine, wonāt miss out on pitching his senior year of baseballāthe schoolās baseball team needs a new pitcher. When Jaxton, the high schoolās baseball coach, finds out that his high school crush, Nicole, is moving back homeāto a house on the same street as him, no lessāhe vows to win her heart. Will Jaxton hit a home run with Nicole, or will Nicoleās ex cause him to strike out?
Age Rating: 18+
CHAPTER one
Book One: Jaxton
NICOLE
Curveball: a pitch with a strong downward spin, causing the ball to drop suddenly and veer to the side as it approaches home plate.
Life has a good way of throwing you a curveball. You just have to figure out how to get around it without striking out.
The thing with a curveball being thrown at you is you donāt know itās coming until the last possible second.
Thatās what seemed to be the story of my life as of late. Six months ago, life decided to throw me a huge curveball.
I had just gotten off work and picked up my children from school. I had made a sale on a house that the clients had been going back and forth on for months, and I was ready to get home and celebrate with my family.
However, I wasnāt ready for what my kids and I walked into.
There they wereāmy husband and my best friend, on my couch, doing the horizontal salsa. They couldnāt even make it to the bedroom.
If they had, at least then my children wouldnāt have had to see their fatherās indiscretion.
I still remember that day like it was yesterday. At least he didnāt try to explain it with the typical āItās not what it looks likeā excuse. He owned up to his actions.
I mean, he was caught red-handedābut that doesnāt mean he would have fessed up to his infidelity.
We tried to work it out. Counseling and all that jazz, and it was going great until she showed up one day claiming to be pregnant.
That was the last straw.
I could get past the cheating, but a baby? No. I couldnātāand wouldnātāget past that.
I wouldnāt allow my children to go through that.
As always, my children are my first priority, and they always will be.
So, here I am, six months later, finalizing my divorce before moving back to my hometown with my children.
I waited so my children could finish their school year and come to terms with moving away. I didnāt want them to start a new school in the middle of the year.
So I sucked it up and tried to avoid Eric as much as possible.
I had some things to finalize anyway, like selling the house we lived in as a family, finding a new house in a school district with all the sports and programs my children are involved in, and moving my real estate company.
Now that the school year is finished after today and everything is finalized, packed, and ready to go, thereās one thing thatās left to do.
Sign the damn divorce papers and get the hell out of Dodge. Of course, Eric would have to prolong the inevitable.
āIām not signing these papers if you are moving with my children.ā
I let out a long sigh. Weād been over this countless times, but he doesnāt want to let it go.
Heās the one that made it hard to live in this town without hearing whispers wherever I go.
Iāve had the kids come home many times, telling me about what their friends were saying. They had to deal with the stares and whispers as well.
I never wanted that for them. I can handle it, but when my children have to endure it, itās time to do something about it.
āOne, they are my children as well. Two, I am their mother and have custody. Three, you didnāt seem to mind when you were knocking up my best friend.
āSo, yes, Eric, I am moving with our children. You get them every other weekend and during the summer when you come down, so they donāt miss their games and other electives for school.
āI am not having this argument again. Sign the damn papers so you can get back to your new family,ā I stated firmly.
I wasnāt expecting what he said next.
āIf thatās the case, then Iāll be moving as well. I will not be hours away from them.ā
The whole reason I decided to move was so I could put some distance between him and me.
āIāll sign these papers, and Iāll see you when London and I get settled.ā
He did sign the papers, but I wasnāt happy with this new revelation. I wasnāt going to fight him on it, though. I simply didnāt have the energy or the time.
āAre we done here? I need to get my children from school and get on the road. My family is expecting us tonight,ā I asked my lawyer. He nodded and said heād get the papers filed right away.
I was a newly divorced mother of three with an ex-husband following me like a lost puppy.
I left the office and walked toward my car, Eric not far behind me. I really donāt want to speak to him anymore, let alone see him right now.
Iām pissed. I wanted to get away from the constant reminder of how he broke my heart, how he ruined my outlook on relationships.
He made the same vows as I did, and he was the one that broke them.
I kept walking, ignoring him as he yelled my name.
I dug my keys out of my purse and hit the unlock button to my car. I was just about to reach to open my door when he caught up to me.
āNicole, listen to me, please.ā
I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath before turning to face him.
āI donāt have time for this. I need to get the girls from school, and Bell is meeting me at the house so we can leave,ā I told him, trying to keep calm.
āBellamine can pick up the girls. Iām sorry, I really am. I know this is all on me, but I want us to be civil for our children.
āYes, I fucked up, but that doesnāt mean you can take my kids away from me. I know youāre not happy with me moving to Indiana, but if youāre going to move my kids away, then I will be there.ā
āYouāre damn right Iām not happy about you moving.
āI decided to move so I wouldnāt have to be constantly reminded of how you ruined our family. I decided to move back home so I wouldnāt have to see you with her every time I turned around.
āWe made vows, and you broke them. This is on you, not me.
āIām taking the kids, and weāre moving closer to my family. You decided on a whim that you were going to be moving too.
āDid you ever stop to think how that would affect me? Did you ever stop to use your fucking brain as to why I was moving? No! You just did things without thinking, once again.ā
I pause to let that sink in while I take a deep breath to calm myself down.
āTell me, how does your new fiancĆ©e feel about this move?ā I ask. āYou broke me, Eric, and you donāt understand how much this kills me. I loved you so fucking much!
āI was the one that was worried about you while you were deployed. I was the one that raised our son at sixteen while you were off at basic training.
āI was the one that raised our children every single time you were deployed! I was the one that was by your side through your PTSD.
āNot London. Me! It was supposed to be forever, and yet that seemed too much for you.
āI have to go. The kids will be out of school soon.ā
It felt good to get that off my chest. However, I was a blubbering mess by the time I finished my rant. I couldnāt hold it in anymore. I just couldnāt. He ruined me.
āNic, Iām so fucking sorry. It just happened! Youāre right. I didnāt stop to think about how this would affect you or the kids. I thought with my dick, and look where that got me.
āI lost the one woman who will always hold my heart.
āNo, I didnāt talk to London about this. I decided while we were in there. I want to be close to the kids. I understand why youāre moving, but Iām not going to budge on this.
āIf she doesnāt want to come with me, then weāll figure something out with the new baby.
āIām going where my children go, and thatās final. You can hate it all you want, but quite frankly, you have no right to care. They are mine just as much as they are yours. I have every right to be close to them.ā
āI have to go, Eric,ā I say. āYou do what you feel is best. Maybe one day I can forgive you, but until then, I will be civil for my children. You are their father, and that doesnāt change just because I move.
āYou do whatever it is you feel you need to, and Iāll do the same. Now, if youāll excuse me, I have to get the twins.ā I opened my door and climbed into my car, taking off toward the school.
The nerve of that man. It just happened! How in the hell does it just happen?
Fucking asshole.
Might as well get it out now because I will not be the parent who talks bad about the other parent.
I was there for him through his hard times. He was off at basic training when I went into labor with Bellamine. He barely made it for the birth of Nora and Elena. After the girls were born, he didnāt reenlist.
I was there during the time his PTSD was so strong he couldnāt eat or sleep or be around our children because he was afraid he would lash out and hurt them.
I was there raising two newborns and a two-year-old, all while he was working on his issues.
What do I get in return? The sight of my best friend and husband banging on my couch with my children beside me.
It hit Bell the hardest. He was close to his fatherāhim seeing that, it ended up doing damage to their relationship.
Iāve talked to him and explained that the actions of his father didnāt need to ruin their relationship. He says that heās just mad because of it hurting me and tearing our family apart.
Thatās one of the reasons I tried to work it out with Eric. I wanted our family to stay togetherāfor our children. I know that it doesnāt always work that way, but I still tried.
I tried everything in order to get my family to stay together. It just wasnāt enough in the end.
I couldnāt be with him knowing he fathered another child by cheating with another woman. It was the proverbial straw that broke the camelās back.
Once I get to the school, the girls are waiting for me with their friends. I pull into a parking spot and wait for them to say their goodbyes to their friends.
The girls are close, but they run in different circles. Nora is the girly-girl. Sheās a cheerleader, in the drama club, and a volleyball player. Sheās the popular one.
All of my children are popular but in different ways. Iāve never had to worry about them being bullied or bullying anyone.
Elena is the tomboy with a bit of girly-girl inside. She is our softball player. She plays basketball and runs track and field as well, but her passion is softball.
Bellamine is our football, basketball, and baseball player. All my children are athletic. They always have been. Iām pretty sure they got it from their father, but Iāll never tell him that.
Iām brought out of my thoughts to the sound of the doors opening. āHey, Mom,ā Nora and Elena say at the same time.
āHello, my loves. How was your last day of school?ā I ask as I pull out of the parking lot.
āIt wasnāt bad. Same as usual, although there was a lot of crying since we wonāt be back for junior year. It sucks that we have to move. Making new friends and practically starting at the bottom just sucks,ā Nora said.
āMy day wasnāt super bad. Winston broke up with me because he couldnāt do the ālong distanceā thing. I knew it was going to happen, but it still hurts. Dad ruined everything,ā Elena said.
āOh, honey, Iām so sorry that happened. I know itās hard on all of you, but itās for the best.
āIt wonāt be so bad starting over anew. This school isnāt as big as the one youāve known. Itāll all work out. I promise.
āI know how heartbreaking it is leaving friends and losing someone you care about, and Iām sorry that this is happening.
āYour dad just did something that wasnāt right, and it turned things in a different direction. But just think of it as a new adventure.ā
I hate that my daughter is going through this heartache. I wish I could change everything, but I canāt. āLetās head to the house and meet your brother and aunt so we can head out.ā
