their way to her bed again, she would be just fine.
One. She could choose one.
Then the other two would go on and be happy with other women. The thought of whoever she didn't choose in the arms of someone else made her grit her teeth. She didn't even know the women yet, and she already hated them. Worse, she hated herself for the jealousy she felt toward the fictitious hussies.
They'd only been reunited for days, but the familiarity had roared back from where they left off months before. They felt like what family was supposed to be and even if it seemed wrong, at least it was nothing like her father's family. She wanted to keep them. Every single one. Being accepted and loved by each individually and mutually was the only thing that made sense.
"Hey, what's wrong, baby?” Back from the bathroom powwow they'd left for ten minutes earlier, Trevor sat beside her. “Feeling okay?"
"No.” She wasn't surprised when tears started to fall.
"Excuse me, ma'am? Can you get my wife some ginger ale or something to settle her stomach?” she heard Trevor ask the flight attendant while Cody got out several little white bags.
"It's not that.” Though Lord knew it could be at any moment. The title he used didn't help her predicament either.
"We can have you to the hospital in Missoula in about an hour, beautiful,” Michael said, alarm in his eyes though his tone was calm as usual.
"How the heck am I going to pick one of you?” she muttered to herself and covered her face, rubbing the heels of her hands to her eyes.
"Did she say one of us?” Cody said. “Did one of you tell her she had to choose?"
"Fuck no,” was Trevor's reply, Michael shaking his head when she peeked through her hands. “Baby, you don't have to choose."
"Yeah, Poppy,” Cody continued where Trevor left off, quiet and reassuring while he said the craziest damn thing she'd ever heard. “All three of us want you. Just you. It's a thing I think we've always known. We work better as a team, hell you know that from four months ago."
"But..."Accepting the pop and blanket from the flight attendant, she tried to hide her unease until the woman left. The question pounding at her mind had been one she'd considered even before their night together. It wasn't an easy thought to entertain, let alone voice, but she had to ask. “Where else does this go? Do the three of you, um...is it because you have sexual feelings for each other?"
Dead silence met her question, and she sank deeper into her seat as she waited for some kind of response.
"Whoa, did she just ask if we like fucking each other?” The toneless whisper from Trevor put into words the question she'd been too afraid to ask.
"This doesn't go anywhere near what you are worried about,” Michael answered, ignoring Trevor, as she'd found was the best answer to most of his more outrageous comments. “I love my brothers but not in a sexual way and that won't ever be an issue. For us, a relationship like this is another version of family. It's a completely personal decision the three of us have made, and has absolutely no base in us wanting each other. Individually we need the woman we love as protected and happy as possible. We know that means all three of us working together."
"The guy who had the most determined sperm doesn't care if those babies are his biologically, just like the others don't care if they're actually uncles,” Cody added. “We want you to be our family, Poppy. No other woman. Today, you're very important to us, and I think we matter to you too. Tomorrow, it's going to be more and the next day and the next until someday, real soon I'm thinking, there's going to be a hell of a lot of love in our home."
She settled her head on Trevor's shoulder as she thought. It was an improbable sort of idea, but it sounded tempting. A family. Even when her sisters tried not to be bitter there wasn't a connection between them like she'd seen between other siblings. Her father was...unbending. If he'd
One. She could choose one.
Then the other two would go on and be happy with other women. The thought of whoever she didn't choose in the arms of someone else made her grit her teeth. She didn't even know the women yet, and she already hated them. Worse, she hated herself for the jealousy she felt toward the fictitious hussies.
They'd only been reunited for days, but the familiarity had roared back from where they left off months before. They felt like what family was supposed to be and even if it seemed wrong, at least it was nothing like her father's family. She wanted to keep them. Every single one. Being accepted and loved by each individually and mutually was the only thing that made sense.
"Hey, what's wrong, baby?” Back from the bathroom powwow they'd left for ten minutes earlier, Trevor sat beside her. “Feeling okay?"
"No.” She wasn't surprised when tears started to fall.
"Excuse me, ma'am? Can you get my wife some ginger ale or something to settle her stomach?” she heard Trevor ask the flight attendant while Cody got out several little white bags.
"It's not that.” Though Lord knew it could be at any moment. The title he used didn't help her predicament either.
"We can have you to the hospital in Missoula in about an hour, beautiful,” Michael said, alarm in his eyes though his tone was calm as usual.
"How the heck am I going to pick one of you?” she muttered to herself and covered her face, rubbing the heels of her hands to her eyes.
"Did she say one of us?” Cody said. “Did one of you tell her she had to choose?"
"Fuck no,” was Trevor's reply, Michael shaking his head when she peeked through her hands. “Baby, you don't have to choose."
"Yeah, Poppy,” Cody continued where Trevor left off, quiet and reassuring while he said the craziest damn thing she'd ever heard. “All three of us want you. Just you. It's a thing I think we've always known. We work better as a team, hell you know that from four months ago."
"But..."Accepting the pop and blanket from the flight attendant, she tried to hide her unease until the woman left. The question pounding at her mind had been one she'd considered even before their night together. It wasn't an easy thought to entertain, let alone voice, but she had to ask. “Where else does this go? Do the three of you, um...is it because you have sexual feelings for each other?"
Dead silence met her question, and she sank deeper into her seat as she waited for some kind of response.
"Whoa, did she just ask if we like fucking each other?” The toneless whisper from Trevor put into words the question she'd been too afraid to ask.
"This doesn't go anywhere near what you are worried about,” Michael answered, ignoring Trevor, as she'd found was the best answer to most of his more outrageous comments. “I love my brothers but not in a sexual way and that won't ever be an issue. For us, a relationship like this is another version of family. It's a completely personal decision the three of us have made, and has absolutely no base in us wanting each other. Individually we need the woman we love as protected and happy as possible. We know that means all three of us working together."
"The guy who had the most determined sperm doesn't care if those babies are his biologically, just like the others don't care if they're actually uncles,” Cody added. “We want you to be our family, Poppy. No other woman. Today, you're very important to us, and I think we matter to you too. Tomorrow, it's going to be more and the next day and the next until someday, real soon I'm thinking, there's going to be a hell of a lot of love in our home."
She settled her head on Trevor's shoulder as she thought. It was an improbable sort of idea, but it sounded tempting. A family. Even when her sisters tried not to be bitter there wasn't a connection between them like she'd seen between other siblings. Her father was...unbending. If he'd
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