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“I don’t need a DNA test to see whose seed planted.”
“Me neither.”
“Dear God—” Stanley utters under his breath, likely trying not to think about me having sex with two men at once. I can’t meet his eyes.
“You all on the same page now?” I ask, feeling my cheeks heat. “Because I’m not having kids for a really long time, so you all need to put those breaks on.”
Presley winks at me and rubs his foot against my ankle. Carter slides his hand onto my thigh and leans back in his seat, dinner finished, appetite met.
“Moving on, then,” Stanley declares looking horrified by the entire conversation. “How’s dance class?”
“They make us work out all day… all fucking day,” I groan.
“It’s not that bad,” Presley lies. Oh how he lies.
I smile at the ones I love and think of the life I never thought I’d have. Truth be told I believed I’d be dead by now or worse.
Molly was right when she said third is the charm. I didn’t understand it then but now I do. My third name represents my best life. My third home is the one I feel most at home in. My two partners that makes us a three. My two female best friends. Everything good in my life seems to be coming in threes.
I should like to thank Mistress Molly, I don’t quite remember what she did or why she did it, but it significantly impacted my life, quite possibly saving it. Though when we moved to New Orleans, her shop was gone, I sought it out the first week I arrived but it was completely empty and had been for a few months.
I was sad to say the least.
The neighboring shop said she left for personal reasons and I just hope that wherever she is, she’s okay.
For some reason this reminds me of Mackenzie the journalist too and how she went on to use DNA from my panties to track down and nail two more men to the wall. I haven’t had any contact with her but I’m glad she is doing what she set out to do and I’m glad that panty box doesn’t sit on my desk anymore as a burden on my soul and state of mind.
Presley waves a hand from across the table. “You alright?”
I nod and lean into Carter’s side. “Never been happier.”
Carter kisses my temple, Presley locks my foot between his, and I sigh contentedly.
