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"Is that what you want?"

"Yes, I would love to live there," I answer truthfully. "What about you?" I ask, looking at Lach.

"I'll be wherever you and Cam are. I'm not picky." He turns to Jack. "What about Isla?"

"I'll talk to her about it. Knowing her, she'll love having the house to herself."

"What about your work, Cam?" I ask him, worried he'll be giving up too much.

"I'll commute into Stornoway during the school year, like usual. The only thing that will change is that I decided to never fucking leave you again."

"Cam—"

"I'm serious, Charlie. You have no idea how miserable I was. I don't ever want to go through that again."

"She could visit you, you know," Lach says, chugging from a water bottle.

"What would we do, sleep in separate rooms?" He shakes his head, scowling.

"Speaking of that..." I twist my fingers in the hem of my tank top as I attempt to find the right words. "I think that rule needs to go," I blurt, "It'll get broken eventually and lead to hurt feelings and a lack of trust. Plus, I don't think we should begin our relationship with a rule that's doomed to fail." Jack nods beside me while I watch relief wash over Cam and Lach's faces. "I think we should sleep in the same bed when we're all together. When we're not all together, anything goes as long as we keep communication open."

"Thank fuck," Cam whispers, his eyes shining.

"Are we all agreed?" I ask, relief sinking into my bones, making me giddy.

"Agreed," they echo.

"That leads us to the only thing we haven't talked about yet," Lach says.

"What?"

"The wedding."

"I'm not even divorced yet," I remind him.

"Then let's talk about the divorce," Jack volleys back, his voice firm. "When is it happening?"

"The lawyer will contact me as soon as she gets a date from the court. I plan to head back to the States a couple of weeks before that to attempt mediation with Rob."

"Good. Let us know the date as soon as you know so we can block off those weeks," Jack says, shoving the last bite of the sandwich in his mouth.

"What do you mean?"

"We're going with you, Carebear," Lach answers for him.

"You're what?" I stammer, my blood rushing in my ears.

"Did you really think we would marry you without talking to your parents first?" Jack asks incredulously.

"All three of you want to meet my parents?" Holy shit. Why hadn't this ever occurred to me? Why hadn't I thought more about how this would look to the outside world?

"Plus, there is no way in hell we're going to make you face Rob alone," Lach adds.

"How am I supposed to prepare my parents for meeting the three of you? 'Hi, mom and dad, let me introduce you to the three guys that give me the most mind-blowing orgasms I've ever had, especially when they fill all my holes'?"

I scrub my hands over my face. I'm so fucked.

"You don't need to tell them anything, Charlotte," Jack says, squeezing my knee. "They'll figure it out pretty quickly, and once they see how much we love you, it won't be a big deal."

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