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Authors: Julia Kent

“Last time I went night-kayaking, I found Mike Pine,” Mike said, paddling leisurely. The fact that he wasn’t trying to catch up to Jeremy surprised her, but his words caught her completely by surprise, more than his slowness.

“Really? You haven’t gone out in that long?”

“What?” Mike asked that question all the time. Hearing loss from cracking his head on those rocks was the one injury that he would probably retain for life.

“I said, I didn’t want to go alone.” She enunciated carefully, elevating her voice’s volume.

And it took six weeks before you fully recovered
, she thought, but wisely did not say.

Mike had let his silver hair grow into thick, shaggy waves before the accident, and the head wound had required shaving to the scalp. The team at the hospital hadn’t shaved all his hair, though. When the bandages had been unwrapped, Jeremy had barked like a giggling seal at the sight.

Mike had looked like something from an ’80s British band.

As soon as he’d gotten home and been able to administer basic self-care, he had shaved and used the razor to buzz his head completely. Removing all his hair revealed the nasty scab
by his right ear
where his head had split open, but now, two months later, the hair had grown in, leaving a tiny, jagged line where his scar had formed.

Hair grew. Skin healed. Adrenaline receded. His inner ear was scrambled, but...

People recovered.

Love endured.

“You didn’t want to kayak at night alone because you were afraid of being injured?” she asked gently, the waves bobbing them as Mike used steady, strong strokes to propel them back to the campground’s beach.

“No,” he said, musing over her question. “More like not wanting to be alone. I want to spend time with you and Jeremy. Be with you. I used to charge my batteries by going off and being by myself.”

He was right. He did.

“And now?” she asked.

“That’s all changed.” The familiar shore light patterns caught her eye. They were close.

“Why?”

He sighed, the sound one of pressure being released. Mike wasn’t musing any longer. He was unveiling himself, thought
b
y thought, unformed and growing, a new part of their relationship being revealed.

“When I woke up in that hospital bed, I couldn’t quite process everything you and Jeremy said to me—other than the asshole comment,” he said with a grunt. “But I could see the terror on your faces.”

She made a soft, tender sound. He probably didn’t hear it, but she could tell he
felt
it.

“I don’t ever want to see that again in either of you. I want to be with you. Just being in each other’s presence is all I need. It took this mess for me to understand that—to have it soak into my bones.”

If they were on shore, she would be hugging him by now.

“FIRST!” Jeremy shouted, waving at them, then trudging up shore.

“Bet we get back to the house and he has a bucket of beer by a roaring fire.”

“I’m not taking that bet.” Lydia jolted as the front of the kayak hit shore. She peeled herself out of her seat and braced herself for the dip of her feet into the water, helping Mike to drag the kayak to the racks.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re right.”

Suddenly, she was in his
cold
, slimy arms, his wetsuit soaking her. She wore a simple windbreaker over a thick wool sweater and silk long johns.

“Hey!”

He kissed her, stroking her hair away from her face, those commanding blue eyes like planets she orbited.

“I love you,” he said, so serious, so true.

“I love you, too.”

They walked the short distance to the house to find Jeremy in front of a roaring fire, dressed in flannel pajama pants, eating pork rinds and drinking a blueberry ale.

“Told you!” she announced, popping open a wine cooler.

“You didn’t need a crystal ball to predict that,” Mike protested.

“Predict what?” Jeremy asked.

“That.” Mike pointed to Jeremy’s obvious hard on.

“I,” Lydia said in an arched tone, “did not predict that.”

“Would you stop calling my cock ‘that’? You’ll hurts its feeling.”

“He only has one?”

“Yes. Penises have one feeling.”

“What’s it called?”

“The
Feel Me
feeling. Duh.”

“One track mind?”

“It’s not a complex organ.”

“You ever think about having kids?” Mike asked
them both
.

“Okay, boner gone. Poof.” Jeremy made a hand motion like a magician on stage, releasing a scarf that turns into a dove in flight. “Vanished like a million bitcoins. Jesus, Mike, what the fuck?” Jeremy asked.

Lydia just gaped.

Mike’s face hardened. Oh, Lydia knew that look. He didn’t spend years on the ladder to global domination without that look.

“It’s a question, Jeremy.”

“It’s relationship napalm.”

“You’re not answering it.” Mike’s sapphire eyes took her in, unbelievably beautiful and intimidating, able to make her melt and shiver at the same time. “And neither is Lydia.”

“Someday.”

“We’re still young!” Jeremy barked. “Why ruin everything with kids!”

Lydia held Mike’s gaze. “Why bring this up? Because of Laura, Mike and Dylan?”

“Of course.”

“But did you have to bring up rug rats right before sex?” Jeremy groused.

“You thought we were about to have
sex
?” Mike said with a laugh.

“That’s what it takes to make a baby.”

“So you do want kids,” Mike said in a triumphant voice.

“I never said I wanted kids!”

“You don’t want children?” Lydia asked Jeremy softly.

He looked like a cornered animal, the whites of his eyes standing out. “How did the conversation turn from my boner to whether I want kids?”

Silence.

Lydia felt a great vibration from within, a sense that she’d experienced time and again over the years.

“Someday.”

“You can’t just steal Lydia’s answer,” Mike declared, folding his arms.

“What if it’s my answer, too?” Jeremy was veering into hysteria territory.

Mike looked to Lydia as if asking her permission.

“What? This is
your
interrogation, buster.”

“Are we in agreement? That’s a yes?”

“A yes to
someday
,” Jeremy shot back. Was he sweating? Lydia started to worry about him. The man was pale and flushed at the same time.

“Someday,” Lydia whispered, her hand reflexively going to her belly.

Mike smiled. Appreciation flooded her, the feeling of thankfulness greater than any passion she had ever experienced. Her life could be so different now. Eyes invariably attracted to Mike’s scar, she looked at it, peering intently.

“I thought we’d always have somedays. But we don’t.”

Both guys tense
d
.

“What does that mean?” Mike asked quietly.

“I’m not ready for kids. I’m too greedy.”

“Greedy?” Jeremy sputtered.

“Greedy. I want more of both of you.”

Jeremy’s eyebrow went up. “More of us?”

“She’s not talking about sex,” Mike insisted.

“What if she is?” Jeremy bantered back. The two began to argue.

Ah, life
, she thought,
smiling to herself
.

Welcome back to normal.

The End

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