“Morgy…” I sigh.
“All right, all right. But this conversation isn’t over yet. I’m very happy for you, little brother.” She flicks my nose and turns to the others, her eyes still twinkling with excitement. “Goodnight, everyone,” she says, heading to the door.
“Night,” comes from Misha and Grey from the couch.
“And thanks for coming this late,” I add.
I can tell she’s bursting to ask more questions, but thankfully, she’s holding back for now. As the door closes behind her, I can’t help but smile, grateful for her.
Now that I know that Amelia is mostly fine, safe, and asleep, I have to have this conversation that has been stuck in the back of my head for the whole evening.
I don’t care if it’s the middle of the night.
We have to fix this now.
I take a deep breath, my heart racing as I walk over to Grey and Misha. I know what I’m about to say might change everything.
For better or for worse.
“Guys, I’ve been thinking,” I start quietly. “About Amelia.”
Grey’s eyes snap to mine, his expression guarded. “What about her?”
I swallow hard and then force the words out somewhat awkwardly. “On our date, she asked if the car was mine. I told her we share everything. And then it hit me… what if we could share her too?”
Silence falls over the room. Misha’s eyebrows shoot up while Grey shows no outward reaction at all.
“Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” Misha asks, his voice unusually serious.
I nod, my ears burning. “We all love her. She’s into all of us. What if… what if we don’t make her choose?”
“Insanity,“ Grey mutters.
“Why?” I challenge, surprising myself with my boldness. “We’re family. We love each other like brothers. And we all want her. I don’t want to lose any of you over this.”
“You’ve never had a relationship before. You have no idea what you’re talking about,” Grey grunts out, and it stings a little, but I won’t let my insecurities keep us back from what is good for her any longer.
Good for us.
Misha leans forward, his elbows on his knees. “It’s not that simple, Ollie. Relationships are complicated enough with two people, let alone four.”
“Maybe that’s a good thing. Think about it. I lack in the relationship department, and you guys can help out and fill in the gaps I can’t. You, Grey, are impatient. So when she needs someone who is patient with her, I can be there. We both don’t like adventures too much, but when she’s up for one, Misha can take her. We all have our weaknesses, but we balance them out, each contributing our own strengths. Making her as happy as humanly possible together.”
Misha rubs his forehead. “You say this as if it would be easy and logical.”
“I know it’s not simple,” I admit. “But isn’t it worth trying? For her? For us?”
Misha runs a hand through his hair, conflicted. “Man, that’s… that’s a lot to process.”
“Yes, it sounds crazy,” I admit. “But think about it. We already share everything else. It comes naturally to us. So, why not… why not her?”
Grey stands up abruptly, pacing the room. “This isn’t like sharing a car or an apartment, Oliver. We’re talking about a person.Theperson.”
“I know,” I say quietly. “But wouldn’t it be better than forcing her to choose? Than risking our friendship?”
Misha leans back, his expression thoughtful. “It’s… not unheard of. Polyamory exists.”
“For fuck’s sake.” Grey stops pacing, his eyes meeting mine. “And what about Amelia? Have you considered what she might want? That she might not want to have a relationship with three men?”
