Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 11

(Three years later)

“Come on girls. We need to be quick. This order needs to leave this kitchen, right after two hours.” Marissa clapped loudly in the large kitchen while taking rounds and checking every chef busy with stoves.

‘Alexander’s Homestyle Catering’ got its boom two years back when Marissa grabbed a big order from a newly developed multinational office.

They even asked her to run an indoor canteen for their employees, but Marissa and the owner could not come up with a mutual cost agreement and Marissa dropped the idea.

Alexander was the name, once chosen by Rafael for his future son. Marissa loved it and thought to use it a long time back.

One thing she had learned in life the hard way was to never settle for anything less and she had been teaching the same to her kids.

In the last three years, Grandpa Flint and Sophia had been her great supporters. Sophia was still busy doing her freelance work for different pharmaceutical companies, but she kept turning down all of the perks they used to offer. Going on an annual trip was one of them.

Why?

Because she knew her friend needed her. Marissa couldn’t raise her babies alone.

“Marissa,” Akari who was one of her employees came to her carrying a bowl, “you need to taste this garlic chicken. Citra wants to pour some more sauce, but I thought to come to you first.”

Marissa took the bowl from her hands and took a spoonful of the sauce, “Umm…” she closed her eyes and moaned a bit, “this needs a little bit more salt…” She then frowned and shook her head, “And no more sauce please.”

Marissa got distracted with her business calls.

Akari nodded and was about to turn around when something bumped into her legs, “Aww … look at you.”

She got on her knees to come face to face with a beautiful three-year-old girl who had a lollipop in her mouth, “what are you doing here, Ariel? You do know you are not allowed to enter this kitchen.”

Marissa was quite strict about this rule. No entry for kids during cooking time.

“Akari! Can you cook me something sweet?”

“Aww. And what do you want Ariel?” Little Ariel shrugged her small shoulders and made a pout.

“Can I have strawberries?” Akari chuckled ruffling the girl’s hair with affection.

“Why not, sweetie?” She took out a big bowl of strawberries from the huge commercial refrigerator and picked up the girl on her other arm, “Let’s take you to your room before your mom sees you and gets a heart attack.”

However, the moment she was about to exit the kitchen, she heard a stern voice behind her, “Ariel Aaron. What are you doing here? Weren’t you supposed to take your nap at this hour along with your siblings?”

Akari closed her eyes. Marissa could be a very generous and understanding boss and a doting mom but when she would turn into a Momzilla, nobody could stop her.

“Mommy!” Little Ariel stirred herself a little in Akari’s arms and got down to run to Marissa.

“Why are you here, little lady?” Marissa wiped the nonexistent morsel from the child’s face before scooping her up.

“I wanted Akari to cook something sweet for me, Mommy… and look what she cooked!” She exclaimed delightedly.

Marissa frowned to have a look at the bowl Akari was holding.

“Strawberries?” And then understanding dawned on her face and she could not help the smile forming on her lips, “You cooked strawberries for them, Akari?”

Akari stifled her laughter and winked at the little girl, “Of course. Anything for these cuties!”

“Come on. Let me carry those. You go and keep an eye on them.” Marissa took the bowl from her employee’s hands and turned to leave.

She knew Ariel was innocent enough not to plan this all by herself. There was someone else behind this.

She started climbing the stairs balancing her daughter and the strawberry bowl, “Mommy I could carry it myself.”

“I know honey,” Marissa kissed her cheek, “I am more interested in meeting your crime partners.”

She went up and opened the door only to find Grandpa Flint hiding under the blanket along with three-year-old Alexander and Abigail.

“So, you sent your sister for the sweet treats?” She asked sternly. Flint started giggling along with the kids. All this time, he had been like a good friend to all of them.

He was Sophia’s grandfather but could become Marissa’s father and her mentor. He was also a friend and a crime partner for her kids.

If Sophia and Flint weren’t there, she didn’t know what she would have done without them.

“Mom! We just asked her to go to Aunt Akari and ask for some homemade dessert.” Abigail face palmed and looked sideways at Alexander who was busy reading some book.

“See? That’s why I brought these strawberries…” Ariel showed them in excitement making her siblings roll their eyes.