Cami
Mike and Devon stare at each other, seated in the chairs opposite one another. I shift in my seat, my gaze bouncing between them. The only consolation is that they don’t seem angry.
Clearing my throat, I tap the table with my nails. “I know it’s selfish of me, but I don’t want to choose between either of you.”
Devon breaks the stare first. His green eyes bore into mine with a hint of sadness. I swallow, pushing the guilt down, and continue. “I love you both for different reasons. And you each bring out the best parts of me that the other doesn’t. I know it’s not fair to ask, but if there’s any way we can make this work…”
I let the sentence trail off, and blink away the tears away. I wouldn’t be surprised if they both left, even if they promised me that neither was going to walk away.
“A part of me always knew that I didn’t own all of ’s heart,” Mike starts, sitting straighter in his chair. “And I think over time I’ve grown to accept that, however that may come.”
“You’re okay with someone else fucking your wife?” Devon scoffs, rolling his shoulders before crossing his arms. “Because I don’t want to watch you stick your dick in her.”
“Then don’t watch,” Mike snaps back, then sighs. “I actually don’t mind watching you because it’s not you I care about. It’s her. I enjoy seeing her pleasure as you fuck her.”
“We could set up boundaries,” I say, hopeful at the turn of the conversation. “Individual times, and whatever else you guys want.”
“What if I want to marry you? Give you my last name instead?” Devon throws out, the ire in his glare determined for this to not work.
Mike’s eyes lift to mine, searching for something before he shakes his head. “Then we can get divorced. Look, Devon…” He runs a tired hand over his face before continuing, “I’m not your enemy. I love , and I’m willing to do anything for her. And if you’re not, then maybe you don’t love her as much as you say you do.”
My breath stalls, hurt at his accusation. But a strange relief washes over me because I’ve been having the same selfish thoughts.
Devon stands up and the chair shoots back at his sudden movement. “Are you fucking kidding me? I murdered someone for her . Who the fuck are you to tell me I don’t love her?”
Mike stands, putting them at a near equal height. “And you lord it over her as if she owes you for it. As if she must now sacrifice everything because of your actions. It was your choice to do what you did, but you demand she show her appreciation for it time and time again…”
Devon’s chest heaves, his fist clenching. Then he jerks back, his stare falling to the floor and his eyebrows furrowing. My heart aches to comfort him, but I’m frozen to my seat.
“I—No.” Devon shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut. His throat bobs as he swallows harshly, then he turns to face me with a hollow expression.
“I love you,” I say. My words are shaky as emotion closes my throat. While Mike’s words were true, I didn’t mind Devon’s demand. I want to please him, to show him how much I appreciate everything he’s done, even if I had wished for a different outcome.
“ wants to be with you. And I’ll do what you guys want to make this work, Devon. Because god knows why she still wants me around, but I’m not willing to be pushed out. I’m here for ,” Mike says softly. The silence between all of us is tense for a moment.
“I don’t like cuddling,” Devon admits. I glance at Mike, confused. Devon clears his throat then continues, “I don’t think there will be a time that I want someone sleeping next to me, but I know she doesn’t want an empty bed.”
I gasp, realizing this is the olive branch that he is offering. My chin trembles and my eyes start to water.
“And she wants a hoard of babies that I’m unable to give her,” Mike says.
Devon smirks, glancing at me with wicked intent. “I can give her babies.”
“And I’ll make sure she’s not alone at night,” Mike confers.
“I still don’t want to watch you with her.”
Mike’s jaw tics. “What if we try and see? I’ll just eat her pussy and then you can fuck her.”
Devon pauses, as if remembering what I disclosed about Mike’s preferences in bed. “And if I decide I don’t want you there at all?”
“Then… you fall asleep eventually, right?” Mike shrugs.
I lick my lips and wipe away the tears that spilled down my cheeks. “We can’t get married.”
Devon’s head snaps to me. I give him a weak smile. “It’s in the agreement for my trust. If I ever married you, I would owe any money I took plus interest and a large fee for breaking the contract,” I explain.
“And you signed that?” he says, incredulously.
“I was eighteen with no options. I figured we didn’t have to be married to be together. I read it multiple times, it only specifies marrying.”
Mike taps the table with his knuckles. “It’s just a piece of paper. It doesn’t define a relationship.”
“The kids can have a hyphenated last name to include yours,” I offer.
Devon’s eyebrows knit together tight, his stare focused on the table as my heart pounds with despair. Everything I ever wanted had been right in my hands, and now I feel like I’ve lost my grasp of it again.
“Nah. Probably better they’re not tied to my name in the long run since I’m a felon,” he says with a shrug.
“Devon, no.”
Mike scoffs. “Aren’t most rich people criminals?”
I gasp as Devon barks out a laugh. Scowling at my husband, I point a finger at him. “It’s not funny. Devon being a felon has no bearing on our children’s lives.”
“You don’t know that, ,” Mike says with a soft expression. “None of us know what the future holds.”
“Plus, I never said my last name wouldn’t match theirs,” Devon speaks up. My heart shudders for a second and I bite down on my lip.
“You would change your name to ours?” I ask quietly.
“I just know I don’t want a different last name than our kids,” he says.
Mike clears his throat. “We don’t have to decide that right now. We have no idea if Devon has super sperm to knock you up on the first try.”
Devon grins wickedly. “I had a decade of saving up for the chance. I got it in one shot.”
I roll my eyes, but I can’t hold back my smile. “So we’re trying then?”
They both look at me. Mike is the first to nod, and then we both turn to Devon. His jaw’s set tight and there’s another minute of silence before he gives a reluctant nod.