Not Expected
1716 Words
Greta’s POV
“Hello princess,” Dad said as I came awake on the morning of my eighteenth birthday. I smiled then stretched like a cat coming awake.
“Hi Dad,” I said smiling happily at him. He had promised to be my father when he took me from the motherless home where I was forced to stay after my parents died and he had not for once in two years failed in being the best father any child would hope for.
With his love and that of the triplets, at least Dylan and Demien, I have regained myself and I also gained admission into the uni to study medicine.
Dad had several times playfully called me his little doctor and I was making him proud by being on top of my games in school.
Just like in high school before I lost my parents, I was happy and outgoing again. Boys wanted me but I didn't give anyone a chance.
“Your brothers and I got things ready for your birthday but first we will have breakfast. So get up and get ready for breakfast,” Dad said smiling at me.
“It is my birthday, Dad. I deserve a breakfast in bed,” I said sitting up in bed and pouting.
“Yes, you do deserve a breakfast in bed, but that is not the tradition in this family, which you know very well. Get up and get dressed,” Dad said then bent down and gave me a peck on the cheek.
I grumbled as I stood up from bed to go into the bathroom and get cleaned up. I knew that if I told Dylan, the oldest of the triplets, that I wanted breakfast in bed, he would find a way to do that for me.
Dad doted on me, too, but he was always firm whenever he wanted me to do as he instructed.
I wasn't fast with my bath because I kept grumbling about not having my wish on my birthday.
After my bath, I took out a dress that Dylan had given me days ago. It was a green dress with a beautiful drawing of a howling wolf in front of it.
I sighed unhappily when I remembered how Derek, the youngest of the triplets, had reacted when I had hugged Dylan to thank him for the gift.
Derek didn't like me at all and he wasn't doing anything to hide it. Initially, I tried to please him by doing what I thought would make him happy but I soon realized that there was nothing I did that didn't set him off. So I ignored him and just enjoyed the attention of the others. Besides, he was just one person and I had three others to love me.
I put on the dress and walked out of my room to head to the sitting room. No one was there, but I could hear voices in the kitchen, so I went in there.
“Here comes the birthday girl,” Damien said smiling at me with his handsome face lighting up in the process. He didn't leave his position at the stove where he was making bacon. Damien was the best cook and he loved cooking. He was a famous painter.
He was gentle, and I had watched him paint sometimes, as long as I didn't get in the way. He held a brush as if it were a part of him. I sometimes wondered if his greatness at painting made him a good cook because he had good eyes for detail.
“And why are you pouting birthday girl?” Dylan asked folding his hands over his massive chest. Dylan was an eye candy. He had all the muscles in the right places. He was a Rugby player and a very good one at that.
Although he could be aggressive and stubborn when crossed, he was very gentle with me and treated me like a princess.
Instead of answering his question, I walked up to him and wrapped my hands around him. He quickly unfolded his hands so that I could put my head on his chest and he wrapped his hands around me to pull me closer.
“I wanted breakfast in bed. It is my birthday after all,” I mumbled against his chest.
“You know that is not the tradition in this house Greta,” Damien said gently.
“You should tell her that she is acting spoilt and bratty,” Derek said and I quickly unwrapped my hands from around Dylan and turned to look at him.
He wasn't in the kitchen when I came in and I didn't know when he got in there. If I had known he was anywhere near, I wouldn't have said anything about what I wanted.
Derek was a racing biker and just like the others, he was good-looking and he was also good at what he did. Ladies swarmed him like bees. Also, he knew exactly what to say to make me feel bad, and above all, he knew exactly when to say it.
“Derek, let her be. It is her birthday and she can wish for whatever she wants,” Demien said. I loved the way Demien talked. He was never forceful or harsh.
“Really? She is just a spoilt and entitled brat. And the way you guys go about aiding her, I doubt if you want her to be useful to herself in the future,” Derek said hissing lightly.
“I was just stating my wish,” I mumbled quietly under my breath.
“Haven't you heard that if wishes were horses even beggars would ride?” Derek asked me. I was surprised that he heard me. I had only muttered to myself.
“That is enough Derek. Go and set the table,” Dylan said in a no-nonsense voice.
“She is the youngest and she should do the things you make me do,” Derek grumbled before he left.
“I am sorry princess. You know he means no harm right?” Dylan asked holding my face softly with both hands.
I nodded that I understood but I didn't believe that Derek meant no harm. He hated me and I didn't know why.
When Damien was done cooking, we took the food to the dining room. Dad was already waiting there with Derek and we settled down for breakfast.
After breakfast, Dad gave me a package and told me to go and change into it. I did as told but when I returned to the sitting room, I was surprised to see others there. They were friends of the triplets. My friends were also there.
My closest friends, Sydney and Averi, were also there. I was on the phone chatting with Averi the previous day. We chatted late into the night and she said nothing about coming to my house to surprise me.
I had fun and I was happy that Dad had allowed Dylan and Damien to invite friends over to celebrate with me.
Two hours into the party, Dad said he had an emergency at the office and he had to attend to it and he would be back soon. I didn't want him to go but he had work to do.
As soon as Dad left, our guests started saying their goodbyes and they left. The triplets and I were left at home.
“Now you are going to wear the dresses each of us got for you and you are going to take pictures with them. Agreed?” Damien said to me after the last of our guests left.
“Agreed,” I said happily and we began to unwrap my gifts. Everyone bought me a gift except Derek. I looked at him where he was sitting in front of the video game he was playing and said, “You didn't buy me a gift, Derek.”
“I have better things to do with my money,” Derek said without taking his eyes off the screen.
I felt bad but Dylan didn't let me linger on it as he quickly asked me to get in the clothes and take pictures with them.
We were at it till midday, and I was getting tired of taking pictures, but Damien insisted on one more, so I stood smiling at the camera with Dylan and Damien.
Suddenly, both of them stood frozen, and I looked from one to the other, wondering what was going on. Dylan's eyes were closed while Damien's seemed to be changing colours but I concluded it was the lighting of the room.
“Are you okay?” I asked in surprise and I placed a hand on Damien's arm. I looked towards Derek for help but he was already looking at me with a deep frown.
They seemed to recover from whatever it was, and one after the other, they left me standing there, and they walked away. Derek too stood up and left.
I was in shock. What was wrong with them? When I recovered from the shock of them leaving me so suddenly, I ran up the stairs and knocked at their door.
“Dylan, Damien, Derek are you okay?” I asked worriedly.
“Yes, we are fine. I think there is something in what we ate. Just go back downstairs,” Damien said from behind the locked door.
I walked back downstairs confused. For lack of what to do, I started cleaning the sitting room..
Moments later, Derek came downstairs and, without saying a word to me, he went out the door. When I heard footsteps on the stairs, I quickly straightened and looked up hopefully as Damien and Dylan came downstairs.
“We have something we need to attend to in town. We will be back soon,” Dylan said without looking at me as they both walked out the door hurriedly as if they didn't want to look at me.
I was heartbroken. That was not the way I expected my eighteenth birthday to end. It was saddening for me as I slumped on the couch.
I kept wondering if I did something wrong. What could have gone wrong? Why did they behave like that so suddenly?
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