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"I'm not out of date. I just don't want to be influenced by the toxicity of modern media," I said while pouting.
"God, you're a handful," he said with a sigh and resumed his watchful gaze, looking around.
I joined in his watch and looked around to see if I could find anything. Nothing out of the ordinary, but I did start to feel like we were being watched. I didn't mind it and at the same time, I did.Could it be that Lawrence was watching me? If he was, then why didn't he say anything? Maybe he doesn't know and is bluffing.
My phone buzzed, a text from Ian,"Now that I think about it. Maybe I would have made you stay behind and have you work with me on this case. I need company."
I smiled but it hurt at the same time. It's not possible to be in love with two people at the same time. This wasn't a fantasy, nor was it one of those romance novels. At first it started like Ian was reminding me of Ethan. But ever since that night Ethan told me about what Ian thought about me, I had started seeing more of Ian in Ethan. Ian has become nicer too, and my body started unconsciously remembering being blindfolded and tied, completely at mercy.
Even when I spent the other night with Ethan for ice cream, it felt like he was completely a different person from when we first met and he asked me to be a date for his older brother.
Our kiss in Glen Allen, I still felt excited about it. And when Ian told me that maybe I wasn't in love with Ethan and only admired him. I genuinely felt he was right.
I was becoming more attached to Ian. He was so supportive. A little distant, but kind whenever he spoke. He was dedicated to his work. the same thing could be said about Ethan. Maybe it was the twin effect, but he had become as mature as his younger brother.
"But at the same time, maybe it's time I actually stopped all this," I said to myself as I re-read the text from Ian.
It wasn't fair to both of them.
"Right, dinner," I sighed as I got ready to leave for the supermarket to buy ingredients to fix myself dinner.
Ethan
The Maldives had been an amazing experience. I resisted every urge to remain there. But there was an event coming up in France soon, and I thought it would be a good idea to return home. My wife, Stacy, and my son, Jason, seemed to want to return home as soon as possible. And so we did. I didn't tell my brothers, though. I returned in the evening and planned to just show up at their offices the following day. You know, surprize them.
"Honey, where are the souvenirs?" I asked as I looked through my luggage.
My nieces would definitely need a gift from me.
"You forgot them," Stacy reminded me. "Luckily, I checked one last time before we left. And found them on the bed." She sighed as she showed me the toys I had bought for the girls, "You'll never change will you?"
"I'll try my best," I promised as I held her hips and pulled her to myself. "I don't think I even have to change considering you're the only woman who truly loves me this way."
"Of course, I am, you adorable butterfingers," she said as she kissed my neck.
"That's a little arousing," I said with a smirk before kissing her cheek, turning her head to face me, then kissing her lips.
She kissed me back and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in for more. Jason's cry reached us causing us to stop. Well, he wasn't really crying. The little one had crawled to my feet and was demanding that I carry him. I chuckled to myself, lifted my son, and took a good look at him, before kissing his cheek, resulting in a squeal of laughter escaping his lips.
"You know, when he grins, he looks so much like you," she said as she pinched his cheek playfully. He stretched toward her, determined to be held by her.
"No, stay with Daddy," she said as she bopped his nose. He quietly obeyed and embraced me just as his mother had done earlier.
"He's weirdly obedient, unlike someone I know," I teased.
"When have I never been obedient?" she asked with a smirk. "We have to go out to get dinner items. Once again, since we had to follow your plan of surprize, your chef has no idea we're back."
"There's still food in the house. We can make something," I suggested.
"I need some ice cream, Ethan," she said with a sigh, shaking her head negatively like she had said something. I was too dumb to comprehend it.
"Oh, in that case I want yogurt," I said, then I lifted Jason. "Would you want some yogurt or ice cream?"
He babbled something, but I don't speak baby, so…
"Ice cream it is," I said as I lowered him.
As we got ready to leave, I couldn't help realising how far I had come. In medical school, I had gotten my heart broken. I had walked down a path, very sure that I was never going to be a father or anything of the sort. But I had achieved it in the end. It wasn't much of an achievement, but it was mine to claim.
