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“You do realise when we all get married, all the remaining legacies will be wrapped up in one neat pile,” Preston commented, taking a bite of his hotdog.
My dad’s head looked like it was going to explode, and Chris hummed thoughtfully. That man had probably run through the scenarios in his mind and if it was an issue, would have told us at some point.Back up… marrying all three?
“I can’t marry three different people. It’s illegal,” I pointed out.
“So, we go abroad,” Hollis stated, like he’d weighed the pros and cons and decided on its merit.
“Seriously,” I huffed, leaning back in my chair. I crossed my arms. “Can we just, you know…live? Enjoy where we are right now? We have all the time in the world.”
I felt like I was speaking to brick walls, even though in the back of their minds they must have logically known these benchmarks in our relationship were too soon. They were busier than me, working full time within the Owls and starting to run their own businesses on the side lines as well as balancing legacy businesses. There wasn’t enough time in the day as it was without adding more non-essentials to that never ending list.
Yes, we loved each other, but that didn’t mean we had to go full steam ahead with everything that society deemed was the natural progressive order. Three boyfriends wasn’t exactly ordinary.Fuck societal expectations.
“We’re just making an observation,” Hollis said calmly, like they currently weren’t planning out my entire future in their minds.
Texas sat next to Kai, his hand trawled through my son’s hair so naturally, he didn’t even realise he was doing it. All my men loved Kai as their own, it wasn’t even an issue which surprised me. They merely accepted the situation as it was presented.
Delaney sat the other side to Kai, eating while keeping him entertained with colouring books and gel pens. Those smelly ones, that he’d fallen in love with and proceeded to draw on every surface… yeah, that was a test of patience. Dad just laughed statingkarma; apparently Delaney and I did those things when we were little too.
She was an incredible auntie, a one-of-a-kind sister. She was stunned at the onslaught of information she’d been given a year ago, but took it in her stride and supported me and dad. Anybody would think she was the older one, she was much wiser than her years. I loved her for that.
The rest of the night ran smoothly as the pink sun lowered in the sky, bathing us in a beautiful summer’s sunset. I shivered and Hollis pushed his black hoodie over my head. As I threaded my arms through it snuggling into the cosy material, I planted a kiss on his mouth in thanks. He deepened it unexpectedly and I lost myself in the sensation and taste of him.
“Love you.” He pulled back with hungry eyes and licked his lips. I panted trying to reel myself out of the lust fuelled haze he’d sent me spiralling into, aware of little eyes nearby.
“Love you back,” I told him truthfully.
None of us said those words on a constant basis, because they were proven by our actions and in the little things we did every day for one another. Words were meaningless unless you could back them up. They’d all held their words and acted. They’d shown instead of told. They’d proven not promised.
Each day since I’d admitted to myself—and them—that I couldn’t imagine a part of my life where we weren’t side by side, I’d given them back what they had given me and would continue to. I knew I was a handful, it was why I needed six hands shared between three men to ground me.
“Right. Come on, Kai, bedtime.”
I stood there as he did his rounds, giving everybody a hug goodnight, and his special people a kiss on the cheek. This boy was just the cutest. Naturally, I would say that though. But nobody could sway me any differently.
Now at four years old, he was a smart and cheeky child who got away with murder. Kai only had to flutter those envious long eyelashes, those baby blue eyes, to turn everyone to jelly. And I swear, he knew how to play it. He wasn’t dumb.
I tapped my foot on the floor. “Hurry up. You’re biting into reading time.”
I hid the smirk as he sped up, practically flying to me as he grabbed my hand, and we made our way up to his bedroom at Val and Chris’. Yes, his bedroom. They’d welcomed him with open arms, referring to Kai as their grandson, making my heart throb with so much gratitude.
This was what contentment and happiness felt like.
I shuffled through his small stack of books, picking one out and keeping half an eye on the open bathroom doorway to make sure he was brushing his teeth properly.
After changing, I tucked him in bed and shuffled up beside him as I read, displaying the pictures as his eyes dropped.
“Love you, baby.”So much. I kissed him goodnight, turned on the nightlight he still needed and crept out. I powered up the monitors, fully aware they were for babies, but I’d become somewhat neurotic at not having constant eyes and ears on him.
My therapist, who I really loathed—because she was a judgemental bitch—informed me that it was likely due to missing out on his former years, and him being kept from me, that I would form a stronger attachment and not want him from my eyesight.
Apparently, as he grew up I’d have to battle with myself on giving him breathing room and stepping back, to allow him to become his own person and not smother him. I got it. But the way she put it made me grind my teeth to stop from spewing hateful words, especially as I had to put up with her for nearly a goddamn year to tick boxes and have full legal responsibility for Kai.
My son had many homes these days and sleepovers at his grandparents’ homes became a weekly routine. I wasn’t complaining, it was nice to have time without him and with my men, even if it clawed at my heart to admit. I was still learning how to juggle it all successfully without feeling the guilt.
The video feed flashed, showing him already fast asleep in bed.Iknew he was tired.I brought the device to my ear and heard the soft breathing sound it transmitted.
I joined everybody else in the living room where they’d all moved to for comfort. None of us wanted to call it a night just yet. So, we passed around more drinks with home baked goodies from Val, especially now we didn’t have to be as careful with small ears listening in.
