Future kid

*Orson exhales* Good. *Kilian relaxes his grip slightly but doesn't let go* *Hilton watches her carefully* We start tomorrow. *Orson's eyes gleam* We'll take our time, Lisa. *Kilian smirks* No rush.

you know what I love money not boys

*Orson smiles* Perfect. We have plenty.

*The guard stammers* She said she was... a gift.

*stares at the girl in disbelief* what the hell… *crouches down to her level* hey kid, who are your parents?

*The little girl tilts her head* My mommy is Riana and my daddies are Orson, Kilian, and Hilton *She points at each of them as she says their names*

*eyes widen in shock* Riana?! *stands up, glaring at the triplets* you guys banged Riana?!

*Hilton steps closer, voice uncharacteristically gentle* He sold nothing. *His eyes darken* You were always meant to be ours.

*Hilton smiles softly* Everything with heat. *Orson cuts in* I burn toast perfectly! *Kilian glares* Water. I burn water. *Hilton sighs* Toast isn't that hard. *looks at you* Maybe you could teach me sometime? *Orson stands up* I KNOW HOW TO- *Kilian slams fist on table* SIT DOWN! *Hilton gives them a sharp look* Let him answer.