I’m excited for it—I haven’t seen Ava or the rest of my family since the boys and I went home for Christmas. Three Christmases, in fact, as we had to spend a few days at each of our homes, including Will’s Connecticut estate where his father informed us that he’d held two focus groups to gauge his constituents’ response to his son’s unconventional relationship, and the consensus was mixed. We all pretended to care, and then I went for a walk with Will’s stepmother, whom I adore.
We’re going to miss Christmas this year, though, because the boys and I are going to Seoul for two weeks. I’m excited. I spent so much of my childhood resisting learning about Korean culture because I thought it made me too different, but now I realize that different doesn’t have to be a bad word. Different is good. I can’t wait to learn more about the country where I was born and for my guys to see where I came from.
From his towel, Will watches Helix with an amused look, shaking his head. “How did we end up with the most uncoordinated dog on the planet?”
“He’s in his lanky teenager phase, Larsen,” Beckett argues. “He’ll get better at this.”
“At least he’s persistent, I’ll give him that. But holy shit, does he suck at running.”
“Quit insulting my son or I’ll train him to piss on your leg every time Charlie is giving you a blowjob.”
“Hey!” I object. “Don’t drag me into this. I just want to give my blowjobs in peace.”
No sooner do I say that than an elderly couple appears around the bend to hear me utter the wordblowjobs.
The husband narrows his eyes, but the wife looks intrigued, winking at me as they pass. And I don’t miss the way she checks my boyfriends out. Of course she does. I’m dating the two hottest guys in Australia, and that says a lot, because this entire place is crawling with man-vee Thor men.
Life is weird, in the best possible way. Here we are, in Sydney, more than a year and a half since Will came back to us. Finally living the life we’d danced around but couldn’t fully grasp before. The waves crash softly in the distance, the breeze feels cool on my skin, and the constant warmth of Beckett and Will fills the spaces that used to feel empty.
I join Will on the towel and settle back against his chest, feeling Beckett’s gaze linger on us for a moment. He walks over and sits beside us in the sand. Helix finally gives up on the stick and trots toward us, flopping dramatically next to Beckett, who scratches behind his ears. The puppy immediately rolls over for belly rubs. Beckett indulges him for a minute before leaning back on his elbows.
He gazes at the sky as the first stars begin to appear. “I don’t think I’ve ever been happier,” he admits, glancing over at us. “This, right here, this is home.”
“Yeah,” I say, smiling as I look between the two of them. “It really is.”
Beckett leans in, brushing a kiss against my temple. Will pulls me closer, his arm wrapped tight around my shoulders. For the first time in my life, it all fits.Ifit.
The three of us are exactly where we’re supposed to be.
Together.
