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King cleaned us up, always taking care of us as Boogie held me. The fireplace crackled in my room, keeping the cool night at bay and King came to lie with us. I glanced over at them, feeling a surge of love, but the look on Boogie’s face worried me.
Lately, he had been quieter than usual. The insecure part of me worried it had something to do with me.
“I think I want to meet Atlas or at least speak to him,” Boogie said quietly.
I sat up quickly, unsure I heard him correctly.
“What?” I squeaked.
Boogie shook his head as King chuckled.
I had broached the subject of his brother twice, and each time it ended with him silencing me with his cock, not that I was complaining.
I’ve reached out to my brothers and while I hadn’t met them, we have been in contact, it’s been a healing process. I wanted that so badly for Boogie.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Alison,” Boogie grumbled.
“Whatever, Liam.” I rolled my eyes.
King laughed, shaking his head as he sat.
“Shut up, Juan,” I pushed his shoulder as he pulled me closer to him. “I think it's a great idea! Whenever you feel comfortable, we will always be there for you.”
“I saw them a few weeks ago and I—” Boogie ran a hand in his hair. “I want him in my life and I want to know his family, who he is as a person. I’ve missed him.”
“We will be there for whatever you choose,” King said softly.
“No matter what.” I smiled, pulling him towards King and me.
I kissed his forehead. Times like these reminded me we were still just regular people. Juan, Liam and Alison navigating the shitty world we were brought into and survived together. I wouldn’t have had it any other way. They’d always be my monsters. My King and Boogie.
