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“How is your son?” Kyrie asked. She stood next to me, watching the landscape as I was, slender forearms propped on the railing.
“Dunno,” I answered. “They didn’t let me into the house to see him. I know he was there though. I heard him crying out for me.”
“I’m so sorry, Dyno. That’s awful.”
“I need to ask you two things, Kyrie. And I need straight answers.”
She visibly flinched at my shift in tone. “Okay.”
“Does it bother you that I have a son?”
“No!” She said it with such conviction that I wanted to pull her against my chest and devour her in a kiss right then. “I would have liked to have known sooner, but I understand the situation is…complicated.”
“Right. Second question.”
She straightened. “Yes?”
“Do you want T-Bone all to yourself? Or Grudge, for that matter.”
“No.” She placed a hand on my forearm and squeezed until I looked at her, taken aback by the sheer determination on her stunningly pretty face. “I would never, ever try to break apart the three of you. The relationship you all have, it’s beautiful. You’re all so devoted to each other. I can see in every interaction how much the three of you love one another. To try to take one of you for myself would be so selfish, I couldn’t. I actually, um…” She pulled her hand back, eyes flicking away shyly. “I’m a little envious, to be honest. I would like to have what the three of you have.”
Oh, sweetheart, you already have us.
I reined in the urge to sweep her up and carry her back to the bedroom, where she could have the three of us in any which way she wanted. Instead, I looked back out to the desert, intent on saying everything I needed to. She deserved to hear it all and decide for herself if she still wanted us.
“My son’s mother tried to split us up. She tried to use my son to do so.”
“T-Bone told me.” Kyrie turned to look at the horizon as well. “I’m sorry that happened. It’s cruel, what she did.”
“So, you wouldn’t have a problem with…” I hesitated, choosing my next words carefully. “A child being raised among men. Who, you know, sleep with each other.” I looked at her intently. “Because I would like to get full custody of my son one day.”
“Not at all.” Kyrie returned my gaze, no longer nervous, but the epitome of calm. “I would love to meet your son one day, if that’s okay with you.”
The words tumbled out of me before I could stop them. “I would love nothing more.”
Kyrie smiled. “How old is he?”
“He’s six.”
“What does he like?”
I thought for a moment. “Last I saw, chicken nuggets. And robot toys. Took me almost a year to find working batteries for the robot dog he got one Christmas.”
Kyrie laughed. “Isaac sounds wonderful.” Her hand returned to my arm, and we were now facing each other, standing much closer. “And despite the difficult situation, it sounds like you’re trying your best, Dyno.”
My hands found placement on her back, her waist held snugly between my forearms. Her hands floated up to rest on my shoulders in such a natural, light movement, like we were meant to hold each other this way.
“You really want all of us?” I asked. “And all the baggage we’ll bring along? Because there’s no separating us from that.”
“Yes, I do.” Kyrie’s hands cupped the sides of my neck, her face earnest but still a little wounded. “Is that so hard to believe? Just because Isaac’s mom didn’t support your relationship with the other guys?”
“It’s not just her,” I admitted. “Women tend to see us as fun and not something that could be serious.”
“Why?”
“Because we have the audacity to be attracted to men too.”
Kyrie huffed out a breath. “I guess I’m just attracted to men who also like men.”
