Chapter Eighty

Chapter Eighty
Jason

I need a vacation. Ever since I got married, I feel like I need more vacations. Work is killing me. The fact that I can't spend as much time with my family as I want is also adding to the fact that I just need a holiday. For a whole fucking year infact, maybe for as long as after my kids are grown and I've felt the feeling of getting married. But fucking hell, I need a vacation.

I decided a few days ago that maybe I should call the lady I had interviewed for the CEO position and didn't take. I called her today and asked if she'd be available to start next month after I arrange everything for her so that she doesn't suffer from too much work. For the past two weeks infact, I've been working like crazy because Tony decided that a title doesn't go along with the work.

I've had to cancel and postpone a lot of oversees meetings because I am not going to leave Olivia alone with the kids. Some had to fly in for the meetings because they were too important to cancel. I've lost millions of money trying to get everything back in line.

We are a week from this month ending, with acquisitions and developments of new business proposals I've been pulling a lot of long days and late nights. I am now starting to regret my idea of expanding business every other year. It's causing me headaches to approve and decline certain things every other day. The approval list is always longer than the decline. Usually I have a VP that these papers go through first before they come to me. The problem right now is that a lot of people are in training for positions. Some were demoted and some were promoted.

Today, unlike other days, I'm going to be home super late. I've been planning a vacation the whole day instead of working. Looking for places that would be good for three months old babies. It's been a very difficult task. Although I was working with Olivia in getting it all together. It's still very far from it coming together though. We're still struggling with a place to actually go to.

It's almost midnight by the time I arrive, and like most days, she is sleeping. Which happens more often these days. She's been saying that the kids are becoming a bit difficult to deal with. Especially since they turned three months. Another reason for a vacation. I guess it's a good thing that Mrs Belle is there to help her and her mom too sometimes. And the babies don't fuss as much these days at night, so we don't share the bedroom with them. But unfortunately for me and fortunately for Olivia, I'm the one who gets up at night when they wake up.

After a quick shower, I pull Olivia closer to me and attempt to fall asleep. Not so easy when my mind is still running though. But if I don't sleep then I will be late for work tomorrow. The only problem is that I don't have any sleep at all.

After an hour or so of not getting any sleep, I get up to get my laptop and get back in bed. I take a look at the acquisitions that I didn't have time for that day. Most of them are from Landon. They're all good to go so I approve them and instantly send him an email with the reply. After viewing a few more, I decide I've had enough and go on to think about where we can go for our vacation. It's a good thing we are going to fly private.

I think though, just for this vacation, we can get an au pair for the kids. So that we actually enjoy the vacation. And then it clicks, we can visit Desiree and Dimitrius. At least have my wife have some fun while catching up with her friend. Dimitri and I have gotten close the last couple of months since he came with his wife.

That son of a bitch is protective of his wife. But I'm not one to say. If one of these days Olivia finds out that her ring has a tracker, I don't want to know what she will do to me. But I'm not going to allow anything to happen to her or our kids. Which is why when they're old enough I'm installing trackers in their skin. I'm still trying to figure out how to poach that subject to my wife. Although this one is about me installing one in her not the kids. That subject on the kids will not be held for discussion.

It's three when I feel sleepy, same time that I hear the monitor beep. At this time of night, I know that it's either nappy changing or empty bottle. I'm hoping it's the latter because all three of them are awake when I get to their room. My hopes are dashed when I get closer because two of them are talking, which means they've been up for a while. Issa on the other hand appears to have just woken up. I start with her, checking her nappy and bottle then go to the two boys to check on them.

From experience, I know they're going to be up for a while. I put them in the stroller and pick up my laptop in the bedroom and take us all downstairs so that we don't disturb mommy's sleep. I know by now that I'm going to be late for work. As soon as I sit down in the sofa after putting on cartoons for them, I send an email to my assistant to inform her. I avoid coming in late if I can help it, but going to work is a must if I want to have more time with my family on weekends. Fucking hell, I've become a dad and husband I never wanted to be.

I work until they fall asleep, which is at five in the morning, the time I usually get up to go to the gym. But since I will be late for work, I decide a little shit eye will not hurt me. I go back to bed next to my wife. She snuggles closer to me when I pull her to me again.

"They asleep?" She asks sleepily.
"Yes, go back to sleep." I tell her then kiss the back of her head and close my eyes to sleep.

I'm mighty tired and sleepy. Maybe I should just get a day off today. I've pushed a lot of work since I've been up anyway. And this way I can spend a little more time with my family. Something I always long for.