With his hands in his front pockets, he rocked on his feet. “I sold it.”
A hand flew over Harper’s mouth. “What! You loved that truck!”
“I did, but it wasn’t a reasonable truck.” He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing between her and me. “Look, I have to have a truck for work, but having to lift you into it got me thinking.” He bit his lip.
I quirked a brow. “Feel free to share with the class.”
Harper let out a small laugh.
“I’m getting old, am I supposed to hop out of a truck forever? What if in the future, I am not saying now, Harper wanted to have a baby? How would any of us get in and out of the car safely with an infant? I am over the truck, as much as I loved it, but sometimes change is necessary.”
He was right, but we had never discussed how serious the three of us were or the possibility of kids in our relationship. After all, Harper still had her birth control in her arm, and we had only been seeing each other for a few months.
“That is definitely a conversation we probably should have, along with how serious this is to us.” I gestured to all of us.
Harper stood there, speechless. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes as she looked between the two of us. She squeezed Tucker’s arm, walked around him, and headed up the stairs.
“Harper, wait.” I set off after her.
Tucker placed a palm over my chest to stop me. “Give her a minute. That was a lot to take in. C’mon, loverboy.” He slung an arm over my shoulder, directing me to the living room.
When we got to the couch, he took off his work boots and lay on it. He patted his chest and opened his arms, and like the whipped idiot I am, I crawled into them and rested my head on his chest. His heartbeat soothed my nerves as he rubbed my back.
“Sometimes, Cam, when you drop a bomb like that, people just need time to think.”
I nodded in agreement. “So, this is pretty serious to you, huh? Us?”
He blew out a breath. “Yeah, I think so. The past few months have been the best of my life. I’m thirty-eight, Cam, and I’ve been in quite a few relationships and have never been so comfortable in my life. I am happy with you two. So yeah, I think about having a kid or two with y’all. I think about marriage too, but that’s not a necessity for me to want to be with either of you. I feel like that's just the natural progression of things.” He met my gaze as I craned my neck up to look at him. “What about you? How does this feel to you? This is all new for you, and we will always be set to your pace, but please know with every fiber in my being, I know this is exactly where I want to be.”
I understood why Harper needed a minute. This was a lot to take in. This past summer, I didn’t even know I had an interest in men, let alone being part of a triad. And now here I was, absolutely in love with him. I lay on his chest in a house that our girlfriend owned. Well, we should probably ask her to be our girlfriend. How does that work with three people?
I shook the thought from my head and spoke. “This feels real. It feels serious to me. I am happy with you guys, plus I feel like I have found myself. I never felt the need to slow thingsdown with either of you because it felt right from the very beginning and I love who I am with you guys. And yeah, eventually, if Harper wanted kids, I would be more than willing to give her as many as she wanted. I think we should ask her to be with us.” I looked up at him. “I don’t know how it works in a polyamorous relationship, but I want her to be my girlfriend, and I know you want her to be yours as well.”
He lowered his head to kiss me. A sound from the kitchen caught our attention. I lifted my head, and there was Harper, tears running down her cheeks, and a smile spread across her face. I practically leaped off Tucker and closed the distance quickly between Harper and me. I held her face between my hands, my blue eyes searching her brown ones. “I know you heard me, Harp. So, what do you say? Do you want to be my girlfriend, Shortcake?” More tears fell from her eyes, and she smiled and nodded. I pulled her in for a kiss before wiping away her tears.
Tucker came up to join us. He bent down and pressed a kiss to her head. “I want to ask you the same question. Would you like to be my girlfriend as well, princess?”
She smiled up at him and nodded. His smile was bright enough to show off that chipped tooth I loved so much. He pressed another kiss to her head. “Did you see upstairs, Sugar?”
She dried the last of her tears while replying. “Yeah, holy fuck. You got so much done. When do you think it'll be done?”
I hadn’t seen what was finished, but for her to ask, he must be close to being done. I held my breath waiting for him to answer. Once everything was done, Harper would have no reason to stay with me. Of course, she was welcome to, but this was her home. She caught my gaze, seemingly as nervous as I was.
Tucker rubbed the back of his neck. “Listen, I know we have been getting comfortable at Cam’s, but it’ll be done by December.All we have to do is paint, install carpet, and get new furnishings.”
Her expression was unreadable. I felt numb. I had gotten used to waking up with her in my arms. Something about us living together was so domestic, it felt so right. And the nights Tucker stayed over made it feel even better.
December meant we had about two weeks until she could move in. If this were serious and we did want to live together, which house would she prefer to live in, hers or mine? I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath until Tuck rested a hand on my shoulder.
“Are you okay?”
I looked him in the eyes, blinking away the tears. “Yeah, I just- I don’t want to lose what we have. I liked her living with me. Just felt right.”
He nodded. His hand moved to rest on the side of my neck. “I know. But we all knew this day was coming. Her moving back in doesn’t change anything. We will all still be together; it doesn’t matter at whose house.”
Harper cleared her throat. “Hi, yes, I am standing right here. This won’t change anything. Shit, if you want to sell your house and move in, do so; if not, we can sleep here for some days and sleep at yours on other days. Or even at Tucker's place. I don’t care where we are, but we will be together.”
I smiled. “Yeah, you're right. It’s nothing to stress over. We should probably start looking at furniture for you then, huh?”
