Page 35 of Double Dirty

I led them to the table, and we sliced the cake, feeding each other bits of it. I smeared them both with frosting pretty severely and laughed over it. We ate cake, and I kissed them both at least a dozen times.

“So, what do you want to do now?” Rafe said. “Should we consummate the relationship?” He waggled his eyebrows until I rolled my eyes.

“Did it really bother you that I mentioned Leo’s sense of humor in the vows?” I teased.

“Maaaybe,” he said with a grin.

“Well, I, for one, definitely want to consummate a whole lot. But later, please, I just ate like a fourth of a cake,” I said, patting my tummy.

“Then let’s meet back here and bring your phone,” Leo said.

I changed into my sheep pajamas for the occasion and washed all the frosting off my face. I was as quick as I could be, but I was still the last one on the couch. I sat down between them, my legs draped across Rafe’s lap.

“So why did I have to bring my phone. Are we playing Angry Birds or something?” I said.

“I want you to check your calendar and see when you have vacation time. I have plans for us,” Leo said.

“What kind of plans?” Rafe said. “I am not going rock climbing with you again. He has to stop and rest like all the time.”

“You were the one who drank all of your water and then wanted mine. Yeah, we’re both city boys. Anyway,” Leo turned back to me, “I was thinking we might take a vacation together. Someplace with a beach maybe.”

“That sounds amazing! I’ve never been on a vacation. I mean, I stayed in cheap motels when I aged out of the group home and overstayed my welcome on friends’ couches. But not like a real resort or anything.”

“It’s settled then. We’re spoiling you. There’s going to be a beach, a swim-up bar, and a spa,” Rafe said. “We’ll get massages. We’ll go swimming, we’ll hang out in the hot tub with a bottle of champagne.”

“I looked at a couple of resorts in the Caribbean that are for lovers, designed for romantic getaways. What do you think? I’m sending you the link now,” Leo said.

I checked out the web page, full of golden sunset photos of couples kissing on the beach and in the infinity pool, looking flirty and happy and tanned while windsurfing and swimming with dolphins.

“Okay, I’m in,” I said. “I need to work for a few months before I take actual vacation time since I took a sick leave.”

“That makes sense,” Rafe said. “What about November? We could really have something to be thankful for. Our honeymoon.”

“Honeymoon?” I said in disbelief, looking down at the pretty ring on my finger. “I just love you guys.”

I leaned back against Leo, smiled up at him. “You have the best ideas,” I said.

“Thanks,” he said with a grin.

“But I give the best foot massages,” Rafe said, taking my bare foot in his hands and stroking it.

“How did I ever get so lucky?” I said.

“I don’t know, but you’re going to stay this lucky. Forever,” Leo said.

“Yeah, we have rings to prove it,” Rafe said. “Forever.”

They were my family, the love and security I had always dreamed of but never thought I’d have. Right there, stretched out on the couch with my two lovers, surfing travel web sites for the best airfare deals, I had my happily ever after. Everything than I could ever want and more.

The End