I feel a little bit fragile today, seeing as how there have been five voicemails (and now the space is full) and twenty-eight missed calls from Ben. There are 312 messages from him and I haven't even woken up yet. Today is the first day where someone doesn't have to get up and leave for an exam or to pick up a mark or a report card or a locker-contents. And so I didn't rush so much. I bribed PJ heavily to let the dog out and back in and my plan is to burst into flames from the heat. It's so hot out the air feels like lava to me and I don't want to move.
Maybe the heat was what led the US to finally legalize marriage for all, across the board. Something that feels like old news as we achieved this a decade ago here in Canada and I am so happy that the rest of the continent is finally on board. Congratulations. There's a whole lot more I could say on this but it doesn't matter anymore. Love won.
Love is the best.
As long as it goes well, I mean. And even if it doesn't, well, it's still the most important thing.
It goes well for some of us. One of the selfish joys of polyandry for me is that I have backup love. If something isn't going well in one area it's usually going well in another. Last night after the awful call with Ben, it was late so we went to bed. I fell asleep with my hands up by my chin and my face tucked in under Lochlan's chin, his arms tight around me, forcing my heart up into my head where it ate my brain so that my brain couldn't continue to lie there awake plotting sabotage or mutiny or worse.
When I woke up the same way I could face the morning. Loch has a neat way of convincing me it actually is a new day and that things will be better. He does it without words though, and he's mighty stingy with it. I opened my eyes and his face tightened up. He's smiling but I can't see him, only his neck.
You're awake.
Mm. It's Friday.
It is Friday. He squeezes me hard against his chest. What would you like for breakfast?
A banana.
And?
Some juice.
Okay. I'll be right back. Don't move.
Breakfast in bed?
Why not? We're not in a rush.
Will you bring enough for both of us?
Of course.
I smiled and closed my eyes again as cooler air rushed in to fill his space and fell back asleep. When I woke up next Loch was pointing a banana at my face.
Wakey Pea-naut.
Pea-naut? Hahahaha.
Why 'naut? Fill up that 'space'.
Oh my God, the puns. But if it's a galactic breakfast I see no butter.
I ate it. I brought this up half an hour ago.
Why didn't you wake me up?
I just did! Eat your banana, you lazy little thing.
If you slept the way I did you'd never want to get up either.
He grins.
