Page 23 of Wicked Games

The early fall breeze flows through the windows in the nursery, as I nurse our daughter to sleep. Lisette Evangeline Broussard was born eight days ago, right here in our home, in the bed I share with her fathers. Just like her twin older brothers. Sebastian Adonis and Remy Lucien Broussard, my three-year-old twin boys, are outside playing in the big fenced-in yard.

Well, we technically don’t know if it’s Ollie or Wild who is the father of the boys, or Lisette. They said it doesn't matter that all the children are theirs and both share the role of father. They love the children equally and are exceptional fathers. Surprising, considering our rocky start years ago.

Have the twins killed anyone since my family? A few that I know of. They never bring victims into the house, out of respect for me. Especially now that we have the boys and Lisette. Their workshop out back is where everything gets dealt with.

My love for them has evolved from a survival mechanism into something genuine and profound. They are damaged souls, craving acceptance and love. And I have given them that, unconditionally. In return, they have given me a sense of belonging, a family that I never thought possible.

Reflecting on our unconventional life, I question whether I would change anything. The answer is simple - this is where I belong. Here, with the twins and our children, we have created a unique and remarkableexistence. It may not fit society’s norms, but it is ours, our version of love and happiness.

As the early fall breeze continues to caress our nursery, I feel a profound sense of peace. Despite the darkness that once consumed us, I know without a doubt that this is where I am meant to be.

Ollie:

“Pere, put me down.” Sebastian giggles as I toss him up in the air. Nothing compares to the magic of our boy’s laughter. I would do everything in my power to protect them from this cruel world. Wilder feels the same. Even if we don’t verbalize it. I can feel it. That twin connection. Something I am positive our boys share.

Wilder is chasing Remy around the yard, and our dog, Cal, chasing them. The best surprise this woman has ever given us was the news that our baby was twins. Marlowe and the midwife kept it a secret until the boys was born. Well, except now that she has blessed us with a daughter. Our daughter, Lisette, joined our family just a few days ago, adding to our little clan. She is the light of our lives, just like her brothers. As I watch Wilder and Remy play, I can’t help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude for our growing family.

Wilder and I always desired children, never imagining we would be blessed with three beautiful souls. Parenthood has been a journey filled with joy, laughter, and countless sleepless nights. But every moment is worth it when I see the smiles on their faces.

Sebastian, with his infectious giggles, reminds me of the magic that exists in the world. I hold him tight, promising to protect him from the harsh realities that may come his way. And as Wilder chases Remy, their bond evident in every step, I am reminded of the unspoken connection they share.

Cal, our beloved dog, has been an unexpected blessing. We got him when Marlowe found out she was pregnant, not knowing that we were expectingtwins. Cal has become a loyal companion, always by our sides as we navigate the challenges of parenthood. He is fiercely protective over the children, everything I could have asked for in a dog.

Marlowe continues to amaze me. Her strength and love know no bounds. I am forever grateful for the surprise of our twin boys and now our precious daughter. Our family is alive and thriving, and I couldn’t ask for anything more. Whatever the future holds for us I welcome with open arms.

Wilder:

I’m the happiest fucking man alive. I have three beautiful children, our woman, and my brother. This is all I need in life. I can’t wait for Marlowe to fill our house with more children. The sound of their happiness is everything to me.

When it comes to who the father is, we really don’t care. Ollie and I share similar DNA being twins, so in my eyes, we are both as much of their father. The boys call OlliePere,and they call mePapa.Marlowe isMama.This is everything we dreamed of. This girl made our dreams come true. To think that three years ago this all started because we didn’t wanna be lonely anymore.

We killed for her.

I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

Ollie and I usher the boys into the house for nap time, plus we wanna check on our girls. The house smells amazing as Ollie has had some stew simmering all morning.

“Alright, you’s two. Boots off and butts in bed. Y’all gon take a nap ‘fore lunch.” I say to them, kissing them on the tops of they heads.

“Aw Papa, do we have to? We wanna play with Mama and Lisette.” Remy whines.

“Don’t argue wit your Papa, Remy.” Ollie calls over to him. “Be good, now. Head up and we be dere in a sec.” The boys reluctantly head upstairsfor their nap. Ollie and I exchange a knowing smile. Our girls, Marlowe and Lisette, are our pride and joy. Even for our boys, this is true.

As we make our way to the living room, the aroma of Ollie’s stew fills the air, teasing our senses. It’s moments like these that remind me of how blessed we are to have this beautiful family. Marlowe, the love of our life, made all our dreams come true.

It’s hard to believe that just three years ago, Ollie and I were two lonely souls searching for companionship. We found that and so much more in Marlowe. She completes us in ways we never thought possible.

We settle down in the living room, the stairs behind us creaking from the weight of someone coming down. “Baby girl?” I turn my head to catch Marlowe, trying to get herself down the last few steps.

“Shit,” I get up and my curse prompts Ollie to turn around.

“Aw, hell woman! You know you is supposed to be in bed.” Ollie huffs as he rises from the couch.

“I can't lie down anymore. I need to move around.” She groans as she grips the banister.

Both Ollie and I stand at the foot of the stairs, waiting for her to ask for help. I don’t want her hurting herself so I ask. “Need some help, baby girl?” I ask, extending my hand towards Marlowe. She nods, grateful for the support, and takes my hand as she carefully descends the stairs. Ollie follows closely behind, his concern evident on his face.

“You shouldn’t be pushin’ yourself, Marlowe,” Ollie says, his voice filled with worry. “I dunno what we would do if somethin’ happened ta ya.”

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