Two months after the triplets and their close friends were in the military, Ziva was so angry, she was fuming. “Richard, I swear I m going to kill your sons!” she said, her nostrils flaring and her eyes blazing.
“What did our Sons do now?” King Richard asked lovingly, knowing too well that their sons must have done yet another blunder for her to be so angry.
“The military school is full, they need more teachers and classrooms,” Ziva explained.
“I don’t follow, My Love,” King Richard responded with the same loving tone that usually melted her heart.
“That’s the school for the military personnel kids, Richard, it’s never full until now,”Ziva continued, passing the school documents to her husband.
“What does that have to do with our sons?” King Richard asked, pretending to be ignora
