Maybe Someday (English)

Chapter 01

Nikita’s POV

Seven years ago

“Ma, look at Rocco!”

“You’re the annoying one!”

“You’re the annoying one, you keep kicking me! You’re so mean, I’m telling Daddy!”

“You’re the who is so annoying! Can’t you see I’m doing something here?!”

“Your handwriting is ugly! Why are you even writing a love letter? Ma, Rocco has a girlfriend already!”

“It’s not a girlfriend!”

I pressed a pillow over my face as Rocco and Rush’s shouting echoed through the house. I couldn’t even hear what I was watching anymore! I only have triplets, but the noise level is much worse in the middle of a fight. These kids! The older they get, the louder they become. At this time, I might just tape their mouths shut.

It’s Saturday, so I’m home—lying on the sofa. No work, no school. They’ve been shouting for a while now, but I just let them be since it always ends the same way anyway.

“Just go play over there! Play with Kureiji!”

I heard Kureiji bark from near my feet.

“No!”

“Then just behave! Stop being annoying, I’m writing something—hey!”

“You don’t want to play with me!”

That was it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled the pillow off my face and sat up. Kureiji jumped off the sofa and ran toward the two boys, barking at them.

Rush was already holding the paper Rocco had been writing on. Rhys, meanwhile, was on the other sofa, just staring at the TV, completely unbothered by his brothers who sounded like they were about to start a war.

“I said later—”

“Enough!” I cut Rocco off.

Both of them froze and looked at me. Rush lowered his hand and quickly gave the paper back to Rocco. Their expressions softened, both pouting.

“If you’re just going to fight, then get out. Go with your Daddy!” I threatened.

“No!” they both said at the same time, shaking their heads as they suddenly hugged each other.

“Daddy’s ugly girlfriend is there!” Rocco exclaimed.

“She’s ugly!” Rush added loudly.

My eyebrow shot up. Excuse me? Calling someone ugly? Irish is beautiful! If I were a man, I’d fall for her too—pretty, smart, rich… she has everything.

“What do you mean ugly? Where did you even get that? Your Tita Irish is very beautiful. Do you want me to tell your Daddy?” I asked.

They both shook their heads again, still pouting. “We don’t like Daddy’s ugly girlfriend,” Rush muttered.

“We only want you for Daddy,” Rocco said, looking straight into my eyes.

It felt like my heart was gently stroked by his words… but right after that, a sharp ache followed. They want me for their father. But that bastard Donovan doesn’t want me anymore.

The nerve of that man… getting me pregnant, marrying me, and then later admitting he never loved me. He only married me out of responsibility. And until now, it’s still Irish—his first love.. the one he truly loves.

“M-Mama, are you crying?”

I blinked and quickly wiped the tears that escaped. “Yes. I’m crying because I don’t want you to have girlfriends,” I lied.

Rocco pouted and lightly hit Rush. “It’s not a girlfriend! This is our assignment, choose one person you admire in class and give her a letter!” he explained.

Rush scratched his head and laughed a little. “Then why did you write ‘I love you’?” he asked.

I cut in, “You little rats are not even circumcised yet and you already want girlfriends? You don’t even wash yourselves properly after using the bathroom, and now you want girlfriends?”

Their eyes widened in shock, their faces turning red. Beside me, I heard Rhys laughing—he had moved closer without me noticing.

“I’m telling Daddy, Mama!” Rush complained as he quickly ran upstairs.

I scoffed. “Go ahead! I’ll even go with you!”

I rolled my eyes as he disappeared from sight. Rocco, meanwhile, walked up to me and showed me his paper.

“It’s just an appreciation letter, Mama,” he said.

I didn’t read everything. I trust him anyway—Rush is just really teasing him. I ruffled his hair and pinched his cheek.

“Okay, finish that so you can take a shower. We’re going to visit your Lolo and Lola,” I said.

Rocco beamed and quickly took the paper back, continuing his writing. Rhys excused himself to shower first. I just watched Rocco quietly.

I have triplets—Rhys, Rocco, and Rush. All boys. Rhys is the eldest, followed by Rocco, and Rush is the youngest. Only minutes apart. They’re eight years old now and in Grade 2 at a private school.

Among them, Rhys is the quiet and serious one. Rocco is similar, but playful at times. And Rush… the most mischievous of all. According to my mom, he got that from me.

Wow. Just me? What about their father—

I shook my head, forcing myself to stop thinking about that jerk. He’d just ruin my mood.

“Done, Mama!” Rocco said happily, handing me the paper.

I smiled. “Wow, my Rocco is so hardworking. Come here, give Mama a kiss.”

I pulled him closer by the arm. He was already laughing even before I could kiss him. “Ma, it tickles!” he said, trying to pull away.

I pouted. “Come on, just one kiss.”

“It tickles and I smell so bad! I haven’t taken a bath yet!” he protested as he finally escaped.

I laughed and let him go. He ran upstairs, probably to shower. They must be excited to see their grandparents. My mother had texted earlier, inviting us for dinner. I actually hesitated… because my older brother would be there.

We’re not on good terms.

He was against my marriage to Rome from the very beginning. Even now that our marriage is nullified, he still doesn’t approve. He always said Rome would just hurt me…

And he was f*****g right.

When will Rome Donovan just disappear from this world? I don’t want to see him ever again. Just thinking about him disgusts me. Ever since we got together, all I’ve experienced is misfortune. I loved him so much that I became blind—and only now do I realize how unlucky I truly was.

If I could just ignore his existence completely, I would have done it already.

But I can’t. Because we have three children tying us together.

Our triplets… the result of everything we had. Every single day, I’m reminded that Rome Donovan once existed in my life.

And it hurts. Because I thought… I really thought he loved me.

But he didn’t. Because even when he was with me… his heart was searching for— and finding home— in someone else.