Page 165 of Triple Pucked
Not anymore.
I understand Shay’s drive to live every day and experience every sensation to the fullest better now.
What if each moment is the last that I am able to share with these men? I won’t waste a single one of them, held back by doubts or other people’s judgments.
I’m grinning widely now.
Eden’s eyes are lighter and less haunted than they have been since we found him shrouded in smoke on the hillside above the flames like he’d crawled out of hell.
The Bay Rebels are raising their sticks in victory.
Shay and D’Angelo hurl their sticks to the ice, before dragging off their helmets and tossing them down as well. Then they yank off their gloves. It’s as if they are liberating themselves.
I bang on the glass. “Jude! Shay!”
They turn to grin at me.
Shay is glowing.
This is their moment.
They’re legends. They’ve earned this celebration.
They exchange a glance, and something appears to pass between them with the type of telepathy that they use while playing, before they skate toward Eden and me.
We know that the world is watching.
We want them to be.
I don’t know what will come of this.
What new dangers it will lead to. What will come next.
I only know that this is what we have all wanted from the moment that we started our polyamorous relationship and discovered that despite our troubled past, we’d now found a new family in each other.
I am shaking.
My eyes are stinging with happy tears.
I bite my lip.
Please, please, please.
After everything we’ve been through, we can be brave.
We can have our happily after ending both in private and in public.
It’s time to show the world that I am blessed because I am not only announcing my love for one man.
I am actually triple pucked.
Together, Shay and D’Angelo skate toward me.
To my shock, D’Angelo holds out his hand and Shay takes it as they skate.
Surprised and confused whispers erupt around the arena.
The cameras focus on the two men.
