Page 23 of Their Little House Boston (Five Little Roommates #3)

Elliot

Tripp texted us in our group chat the night before.

He wanted to take us to breakfast, since he didn’t have any meetings and we both were working odd shifts and didn’t go in until noon.

It took work to get together while our schedules were different, and especially since two of us lived in another home from our daddy, but we made it work.

I wanted it to work more than anything.

“What are you wearing?” Boston came in without knocking. He’d seen me dressed and nude, so there was nothing to hide

“Just a T-shirt and shorts. It’s so hot outside.”

Boston smiled with one side of his mouth, looking very boyish.

He and Tripp were truly the most beautiful men I’d ever known.

“You look really good in that. Not that you don’t in everything.

” We shared a quick kiss, and he hung out on my bed while I washed my face and got dressed.

He took my hand in his, and we walked to his room where he got dressed, giving me a show while he did.

If Tripp wasn’t waiting for us, we might not have gone out at all.

“Have you ever been to this place?” I asked, speaking of the restaurant Tripp insisted on. It had upscale diner offerings but only stayed open for breakfast and lunch. After that, it closed down.

“No. But I’m starving for French toast.”

“I thought you were starving for me?” I laughed, edging my fingers up his thigh.

“Wait until we get home.”

“Hmmm…”

Tripp stood up as we walked in the door. He sat between us in the curved booth as we decided what to have.

Once we’d ordered, he took our hands. “I’m so happy to see you two. I was hoping to discuss something with you next week, but I didn’t sleep very well and thought I should talk to you about it today instead.”

“Was it something bad?” Boston asked. “Is that why you couldn’t sleep?”

“No. Well, I don’t think so.”

“Please tell us.” I tugged on his hand. “I won’t be able to eat until you do.”

Tripp chuckled so low and deep, it tickled parts that had no business getting tickled in a packed restaurant.

“Well, it wouldn’t be good if my boys couldn’t eat.

I wanted to talk to you both about…I want you two to live with me.

That was why I couldn’t sleep last night.

I wished you were with me, cuddled up in my arms. My bed feels so empty without you. ”

I already knew my answer, but I would let Boston reply first. I didn’t want him to be pressured by my response. Tripp was everything I wanted in a daddy and a partner. I knew he loved us even though we hadn’t said the words. Perhaps it was time to say those things.

“Are you sure?” Boston asked. “What happens if we get into an argument? If you’re mad at me—at us.”

Tripp turned to him. “If we have an argument or disagree with something, then we work it out, together. Gently. With love. I won’t turn you out without a home just because we have a fight, Boston. What kind of daddy would I be if I did? What kind of a partner?”

“He would never,” I supported. Boston knew it too. Tripp would never put us out no matter the reason.

A tear slid down Boston’s face. “I had to say it, but I love you and I know you love us.”

And just like that, he’d broached the subject.

“I love you both,” Tripp said.

“And I love you both,” I said. By the time our food arrived, we were all happily crying messes.

“Is it bold of me to assume you two want to move in?” Tripp asked.

“Not at all. When should I start packing?” Boston asked the question on the tip of my tongue. “We don’t have a lot. We only have our clothes and personal items and a bit of furniture.”

“How about this weekend? If I recall correctly, all of us are off.”

“We are.”

“Then, this weekend it is. Until then, how about you two start spending the night with me?”

We agreed and dug into our meals with gusto. The French toast was perfect. After we ate, it was time for all of us to get back to the real world but tonight, after Boston and I got off work, we would pack a bag and go sleep where we belonged, in the arms of the man who loved us.

Boston texted me several times during the day asking if I was excited and if it was okay when he got off his shift to start packing my stuff as well.

I had been sure he would be the hold up in this relationship, but I was excited to know he was happy as well. Enthusiastic, even.