22. Kaino

22

Kaino

I check my appearance in Bjorn’s full-length mirror, smoothing nonexistent creases from the front of my button-down shirt while doing my best to stay calm. I’ve met most of the people coming to dinner, so my anxiety about tonight is unnecessary. I truly don’t care what they think about me. I’m used to being the outsider, the ‘odd duck’, the ‘eccentric.’ People judge me all the time, but I don’t want that to carry over to the people I care about. And that means I want things to go well tonight for Bjorn and Xander’s sake. They probably will. Bjorn’s family are good people, and as long as Bjorn’s happy, they most likely won’t bat an eye that we’re in a poly relationship.

I shake my head at my reflection, still a little overwhelmed. I’m in a relationship. A poly relationship, at that. The thought is almost laughable, given my spotty history with dating and my terrible track record. Yet, somehow, the three of us are making it work. Yes, Bjorn is a bit paternal and needs to chill out. Xander can be dramatic and a real brat, and I’m standoffish, but we’re learning how to work through the differences. After three months of friendship, two of those months dating, we’re still happy to be together. If things were going to blow up, I think they would have by now. Probably.

From the bathroom, the hair dryer goes quiet, and a minute later, Xander wanders into the bedroom, wearing a towel slung low around his slender hips. He meets my gaze in the mirror and winks. “You look very handsome.” He adjusts my collar, though there’s nothing out of place. It’s his version of considerate touching. It’s amusing and actually quite sweet. That’s possibly the most surprising thing about Xander. He’s a genuine sweetheart. “Purple is a wonderful color for you. And those pants really accentuate your assets.” He waggles his eyebrows. “By assets, I mean your ass.”

I snort. “I caught that. Very classy, Xander. But thanks, I suppose.”

He slowly leans in, giving me time to turn my face or step away. But I don’t, and our lips meet in a soft, affectionate kiss. “You’re welcome.”

Bjorn, Xander, and I spent the entire weekend together, not that it was intentional. Dinner on Friday was supposed to be just that. Dinner. With maybe a little fooling around after. I’m pretty sure I surprised all of us by wanting to be part of the physical intimacy. Friday evening was supposed to end with Xander and me leaving for our respective homes. Instead we ended up staying the night.

Then the plan was to go home the next morning, but Bjorn hit us with those damned puppy dog eyes, and we stayed for breakfast. He tried to get us to stay longer, but I was wearing the same clothes from the night before, and felt gross, so I put my foot down. Bjorn did use his wily charm to get us to agree to come back and stay the rest of the weekend. Xander drove me to my apartment and we agreed on a time for him to come back and pick me up after we both showered and packed an appropriate overnight bag. Or two. At least in Xander’s case. He wanted options for tonight’s dinner with Bjorn’s siblings.

Xander wanders to his duffle, plucking out a fresh pair of boxer briefs and pulling them on before stepping into dark brown chinos. He wanders closer, looking like he wants to reach out and wrap his arms around me, but he doesn’t, respecting my space. Instead, he gently bumps my shoulder with his. “Are you worried about tonight?”

I nod, and he exhales, his entire body relaxing. “Oh thank god, because I’m about ready to jump out of my skin. Intellectually, I know Bjorn’s family wants whatever makes Bjorn happy.” Xander bites his lip, his eyes going a bit wide and wild. “But what if that’s not me? For him or for you.”

“Xander.” I look him in the eyes, making sure he’s paying attention. “Much to my surprise, we three made it through the last forty-eight hours together without getting on each other’s nerves. Much.” I grin and he rolls his eyes. “The inadvertent experiment has actually been a rousing success. At least in my opinion.”

That’s in no small part because Bjorn and Xander always try to put me at ease, allowing me to initiate touch or asking before they do. They check in and respect my boundaries even though I’ve given consent, never assuming one yes means all physical contact is okay. Being with them is more than just sex. It’s intimate, absolutely intense, and far more emotional than I expected.

Bjorn and Xander touch each other almost constantly, spending much of the time with their arms around each other. But they never pressure me to join them. The intimacy is still there, and I feel included, but they clearly respect my desire for space. Which I’d sorely needed after spending so much time in physical proximity to them this weekend.

Xander nods. “It has been incredibly successful. In spite of our very different personalities. I was fully expecting more drama.” I raise an eyebrow at him, and he rolls his eyes. “Fine. I fully expected that from me . But this weekend has been fun. Relaxed.“ He takes off his glasses and pulls on a lightweight V-neck sweater. It looks comfortable, and the toasty hazelnut hue complements his coloring. “As far as his family goes, the person I’m most worried about is Gunnar. If anyone has a negative reaction, It’ll be him. Even if the others don’t approve, they’ll be polite. With Gunnar, who knows what you’ll get.”

“Bjorn’s convinced it’ll be fine, and I can’t think of a reason Gunnar would object.”

Xander pulls his fingers through his long hair, fluffing the parts that the shirt flattened, before putting on his glasses again. I take a slow breath in and quietly exhale, suppressing the hot professor fantasy reel playing in my head. I may not have a strong libido, but I can appreciate a sexy person, especially when they’re right in front of me. Xander tugs his cuffs over his wrists and grins. “Ready?”

No. Not really. “Let’s go.”

By the time we reach the bottom of the stairs, the delicious scent of roasting meat, tomatoes, and spices reaches us. I inhale deeply. “Something smells amazing.” We hear Bjorn’s animated voice coming from the kitchen and head in that direction. “I think that’s a great idea. You seem to get a lot of comfort from Pita when you’re here. A service dog of your own might be a huge help for you.”

I step into the room, slipping around Xander’s tall body so I can see more than his lovely backside. A huge wall of a man, comparable in build to Bjorn but closer in height to Xander, with a mane of thick blond hair well past his shoulders, has his arm around Jules Evans. Based on family resemblance and the intimate way Jules is leaning into him, the blond must be Erik. The moment we’re spotted, Pita presses heavily into Jules, who slides the fingers of one hand into his fur. “Thanks bud, but it’s okay. I know Kaino.” I read the words on his lips more than hear them, and I realize he’s using Pita as an emotional support animal.

Bjorn turns, following their gaze, and practically beams at us. “There you two are. I was wondering if I’d need to come find you.”

Today’s apron is navy blue and emblazoned with ‘Once you put my meat in your mouth, you’re going to want to swallow’ in white lettering. I snort, gesturing to it. “Once again, very classy. You two are a pair this evening.” I jerk a thumb at Xander. Bjorn laughs and looks like he wants to haul us into a hug, but he hesitates, glancing at his brother. His reticence is understandable, and it doesn’t bother me, but Xander doesn’t seem quite as understanding. Before things get tense I nudge Bjorn. “Care to introduce us?”

As if he knows what I’m doing, Bjorn winks at me and turns to his brother. “This is Kaino and Xander. And, this”–he jerks a thumb toward Jules and Erik–”is my brother Erik and his fiancé Jules.”

“Hey, guys.” Erik takes a step toward me, hand outstretched.

I clasp my hands behind my back as Xander steps between us and takes Erik’s hand, shaking it. “It’s nice to meet you, Erik.” He waves to Jules. “And you too, Jules. I’ve heard a lot about both of you.”

Erik glances at me, unsure what to make of my reaction or Xander’s intercession, but Jules reaches forward and grabs his hand, tugging firmly. “Hi, Kaino.” He looks up at Erik. “We’ve met. Kaino is Tadhg’s interpreter friend.” He nods at Xander. “It’s nice to meet you.” Jules’ voice is quiet, and he’s gripping Erik’s hand so tightly that his knuckles are white, but he manages a tentative smile and returns his gaze to Erik. “You know how I’m not comfortable talking to people I don’t know?” Erik gives Jules his full attention, and I see them both relax a bit. “Well, Kaino doesn’t like touching people they don’t know.”

Erik’s eyebrows shoot upward in surprise, then he nods, mouthing a silent “Oh” before turning back to me. “It’s nice to meet you, Kaino. Sorry, I wasn’t aware.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Erik. And I would have said something about the handshake, but Xander has a chivalrous streak.” Behind me, I hear Bjorn choke on something, and I try not to smile. “And, as Jules mentioned, my pronouns are they/them.”

“Thanks for letting me know.” He slips his arm around his fiancé and pulls him closer, kissing the top of his head. “You too. Thank you.”

The blush on Jules’ cheeks is sweet, and he grins up at Erik. “You’re welcome.”

“You’re a born observer, elskling .”

Jules turns a deeper shade of red and glances at Xander. “Kind of goes with the anxiety.”

Erik squeezes his shoulders. “Good point. Can I get you some more iced tea?”

Jules nods, and Erik heads to the refrigerator. Bjorn catches Jules’ eye and wags a finger at him, laughing, then turns back to the stove, and I can’t help feeling we’re missing something. “Kaino.” I glance up at Xander. “Wine?”

“Oh, yes. Thanks. That would be nice.”

Xander steps over to the counter, pouring two glasses, then hands me one. “Jules, I think I saw you at the hospital. You were at the nurse’s station when I was there.”

Jules’ fingers tighten in Pita’s fur, but he nods. “Yes. That’s how I knew who you were. I asked Bjorn about you.”

Turning, we both glance at Bjorn. His shoulders are tense, and he’s paying a bit too much attention to the pot he’s stirring, like he’s worried about how we’re going to react to that bit of information. “Is that so?” Xander uses his professor voice and I can’t tell if he’s amused or annoyed. “And what did you ask?”

Jules swallows and glances at Erik nervously. Erik hands him a glass of iced tea and slips his arm around his shoulders again. Before Jules replies, the front door opens with a slight groan. Pita sits up, head tilting toward the entryway but he doesn’t leave Jules’ side. A clear French-Canadian tenor calls out. “ Bonjour everybody! We’re here in spite of Gunnar taking forever to get ready.”

“You were distracting.”

There’s a laugh, followed by a squeak of shocked surprise. “Gunnar!”

“Look, if you’re gonna stick it out there like that, I’m gonna grab it.” Rapid, clearly indignant muttering in French follows.

Bjorn cuts them off. “Hey! We have guests.” The utter silence from the hallway makes me laugh, and I try to turn it into a cough, but when I glance at Xander, he’s grinning too and mouths “Gunnar and Jocelin.” I nod.

They appear in the kitchen doorway, both looking sheepish. “Sorry, everyone.” Gunnar hasn’t changed much in the last few years. He’s a bit bulkier and looks a bit older, but with that height and those broad shoulders, he’s unmistakably an Osouf. Jocelin glances around the kitchen until his eyes land on me, and confusion replaces the curiosity. “Kaino?”

“Hey, Jocelin. It’s been a little while. How’ve you been?”

He glances at Gunnar, and his smile softens. “Recently? Very good.” He holds out his hand to Xander. “Hello. I’m Jocelin.” He pokes Gunnar in the shoulder. “This is Gunnar.”

Gunnar seems relaxed, and not in any kind of negative mood, which is refreshing. “I already know both of them.” Gunnar glances between us. “Shit. It’s been a long time. Good to see you both.” He looks over to Bjorn and winks. And isn’t that interesting.

“Thanks.” Neither Gunnar nor Jocelin attempts to shake my hand, and I’m relieved and grateful.

Before we can get too far into the awkward “What have you been up to?” questions, Erik and Jules wander over. Gunnar opens his arms, and he and Erik hug. “How are you two?”

With that hurdle cleared and the attention elsewhere, Bjorn takes the opportunity to casually approach, keeping his voice low so the others won’t hear. “So, I haven’t told everyone yet, but I’m pretty sure Astrid, Gunnar, and Jocelin know.”

Xander raises an eyebrow. “But not Erik or Jules?” His tone is a bit unhappy.

Bjorn holds up his hands in defense, still trying to be quiet. “I wanted to make the official announcement in person. I was planning to do it tonight at dinner. Get it done in one fell swoop. Right?”

I snort. “You mean tell them when we’re with you, so they’ll be too embarrassed to ask nosey questions.”

At least Bjorn has the grace to look sheepish. “That may have played a part, yeah.”

Xander exhales, almost relieved. “At least Gunnar knows. I was most concerned with how he’d react.” He side-eyes Bjorn. “He reacted well, right? And you are telling everyone else tonight? No secrets?”

“Secrets?” A new male voice comes from the kitchen doorway. We turn to see a guy about my height, with a solid build, reddish-blond hair, and bright blue eyes that sparkle with amusement. “That’s my stock in trade. You can’t have spy novels without secrets.”

Astrid appears behind him, slipping her arms around his waist. “There are secrets?” She glances around the room, her gaze landing on Xander and me, and she beams. “I guess there are.” She turns to Bjorn, smile wide. “You didn’t tell us we were having guests.” She lets go of her boyfriend, grabbing his hand, hauling him across the room to us. “Hey! It’s been a long time. Gary, this is Xander and Kaino.” She points to each of us in turn. “And this is my boyfriend Gary.”

From speaking with Tadhg, I’m already aware Astrid is dating Gary Atkinson, the famous spy novelist. I casually slip my hands behind my back. “Gary, it’s nice to meet you. I enjoy your novels.”

I can practically feel Xander focus on Gary. “Novelist?”

“Spy novels, mostly.” He holds out his hand to Xander, and they shake, then he turns to me with his hand outstretched.

This time, Xander lets me handle it. “Thank you, but I don’t shake hands.”

Without missing a beat, Gary drops his and gives me a slight bow. It’s more of an inclination of the head, but it’s appreciated. “Not a problem. Thanks for letting me know.”

“Thank you. I appreciate your understanding.” Bjorn slips in beside me and hands me my wine, leaning in to gently kiss my cheek. I turn to look at him, eyebrows raised in question.

He grins and walks behind me to Xander, handing him his wine and kissing his cheek as well. Then he grabs Astrid in a big hug. “Hey, Bean. How was your week?”

She flounders for all of ten seconds, her eyes darting between us before she bursts out laughing. “Not as good as yours, obviously. So…” She gestures to the three of us, eyebrow raised.

“Yes.” Bjorn turns back to the stove like there isn’t going to be fallout from that one word.

“Oh, no, big brother. That’s not how this is going to play out.” She’s grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “I have questions.”

“ We have questions.“ Gunnar’s eyes sparkle like it’s Christmas morning.

Bjorn shrugs. “How about we hold them until we’re sitting at the table? Dinner’s in fifteen minutes.” I snort at that because there’s no way this family will patiently wait for information, especially this kind. “Fine.” Bjorn turns to Gunnar. “Make the salad.” He looks at Astrid and nods toward the cupboards. “Set the table. Then I’ll tell you.”

Gunnar barks out a less than humorous laugh. “Yeah, I don’t think so, Dad .”

I freeze, my wine halfway to my lips. I remember almost every fight between them starting this way. Bjorn turns around, eyebrows drawn down, mouth in a frown. The tension in the room ratchets up to eleven. This is going to blow up. It’ll end in disaster. Will I need to call the police? Lord, how would that go with Bjorn being on the force? As Bjorn’s lips part, I mentally chant no, no, no, no.

“You’re right. That was rude. I’m sorry. I should have asked and not told you what to do.” Bjorn looks back at the pot on the stove and then at Gunnar. “If you want answers right now, I’ll give them to you.” His shoulders are rigid, but his voice is even and his eyes are sincere. “Or, if you’ll be a little patient, I’ll make the salad, and we can all sit down at the dinner table and I can tell you while we eat. But if you opt for having the conversation right now, I’m going to turn off the stove so nothing burns. Things might be lukewarm when we finally eat.” He holds Gunnar’s gaze. “Your call.”

Gunnar blinks, like he’s just as surprised things didn’t devolve into chaos. Or maybe he’s simply surprised by the apology. “Nah. I can wait. The explanation wasn’t the issue.” His lips twitch like he wants to smile. “I’m pretty sure I know what’s going on.”

Astrid nudges Bjorn, a big smile on her face. “You better not burn my dinner.” She kisses his cheek and walks past him to the refrigerator, pulling produce from the drawers. “I can make the salad.”

“We can set the table.” Jules tugs Erik’s arm, and they gather plates and silverware.

Bjorn’s back is to the room as he stirs the literal pot. His shoulders are still tense, and though I’m no longer afraid there’ll be a blowup, there’s still a level of unease in the room. I nudge Xander and jerk my head toward Bjorn. He needs comforting, and Xander is way better at that than I am. Xander looks confused, so I point at him, then at Bjorn, and hug myself. It would be so much easier if Xander knew ASL.

He must get my point because he pushes off the counter and steps up beside Bjorn, sliding an arm around his waist. “Hey, sweetheart. Can I do anything to help?”

Thankfully, the tension in Bjorn’s shoulders eases, and he melts into Xander’s side. “Thanks, babe. But no, I think we have it under control.”

“Okay, but if you need us to do anything, please ask. We’re happy to help.” Xander steps back, but Bjorn slips an arm around him, pulling him close again, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against his lips. I’m overwhelmed with relief and so much affection for these two men.

“I will.” He looks over his shoulder to me and holds out his hand. Without hesitation, I take it. Bjorn squeezes once, and I return the gesture. Following his cues is easier than initiating comforting contact. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He lets go of my hand,but keeps Xander close. They murmur something about the recipe, and it’s clear that Xander has this handled and Bjorn will be fine. Swallowing the last of my wine, I turn to refill it and catch Astrid’s eye.

She hands me the bottle, glancing between the three of us, then smiles. “Whatever it is, it’s good for him. That’s obvious. And as long as you continue to make him happy, then I’m happy.”

As shovel speeches go, it’s pretty tame, but I don’t dismiss the intent. Astrid has always been the stable, consistent sibling. Playful, but not destructive. Teasing but never mocking. But threaten her or her brothers? She’s vicious. I can’t imagine that’s changed. I pour my wine and toast her with it. “Message received and understood.”

“Good.” Her eyes sparkle with mischief. “I have so many questions.”

I snort and sip my wine. “Direct them to your brother. I plead the fifth.”

Her lighthearted laugh fills the room, and I don’t think I imagine the residual anxiety dissipating in everyone else. Astrid is the heart of this family. The glue that quietly holds them together. And they would be utterly lost without her.

Just about fifteen minutes later, we’re all seated around the dining room table, and a bit of the tension is back. Though I suspect it’s more anticipation of Bjorn’s explanation, combined with not wanting to be the person to bring it up again for fear of causing another scene. I finish chewing my bite of food, take a sip of wine, then set down my glass and turn toward Bjorn, one arm slung over the back of his dining chair. “Are you really going to make them wait longer?” Bjorn looks up from his plate and raises one eyebrow in a ‘really?’ kind of look, which only makes me chuckle. I’ve turned that look into an art form. “Don’t think throwing my look back at me has any effect. You do not intimidate me, Bjorn.”

He valiantly tries to fight his smile, so it turns into more of a smirk. “Who says I’m trying to intimidate you?”

“That half-assed attempt at whatever that was.” I gesture vaguely to his face. “You’re far too handsome for that to work. Scowling only makes you look broody and mysterious.”

That earns me a full grin, and his eyes sparkle with impish glee. “That so?”

“God, don’t tell him that. He’ll be insufferable.” Xander sighs dramatically and leans back in his seat. “We’ll have to tell him that all the time.”

I roll my eyes. “Nope. You can tell him. You’re the touchy feely one. I’m the calm, cool, and collected one.”

Xander shakes his head. “You mean the bossy one.”

Bjorn sits up and looks between us. “Wait, then what does that make me?” Xander and I exchange a look, both smirking, but we say nothing. “No, seriously.”

Xander grins into his wine. “Are you going to tell him, or shall I?” He takes a sip, watching me over the rim, his gaze turning flirtatious.

I’m not sure if it’s solely for the benefit of this little scene we’re playing for Bjorn’s siblings, but heat flows up my spine, and my body tingles as if it were intentional. “Please, be my guest.”

Xander winks at me and gives his attention to Bjorn. “You’re the sexy arm candy, sweetheart.”

Bjorn throws back his head and laughs. “Oh my god. That’s priceless.” He laughs again. “Tell you what. I’ll take that, as long as I’m your arm candy.” He grins at both of us.

Xander and I exchange another look, and at almost the same time, we both say, “Deal.”

Our banter has the desired effect, and the tension at the table is completely gone. Gunnar waves a hand at us. “Wait, wait, wait. You can’t be the bossy one.” He points at me. “That’s definitely Bjorn.”

“Not in this relationship.” Xander takes another sip of wine during the resulting dead silence. A moment later, the rest of the table erupts with questions.

Bjorn continues to eat his dinner, grinning at the chaos we’ve created. I lean close but don’t really have to keep my voice low. The din from the chatter is camouflage enough. “You’re enjoying this far too much for someone who was desperately avoiding the subject until ten minutes ago.”

“You two handled it beautifully, just like I knew you would.” His boyish grin is too damned enticing.

I lean my elbows on the table and hold his gaze. “You’ll pay for that later.”

He leans in, mirroring my pose, our faces only a few inches apart. “Oh, will I?”

“Definitely.”

I can feel Xander’s pout from across the table and turn that way. “Use your words, Kit.”

He harrumphs dramatically. “I feel left out way over here.”

Bjorn takes his hand and kisses his fingertips. “You’re always included, baby.”

I grin at him. “You can always help me make Bjorn pay later.”

I’m surprised when Xander shakes his head. “Unfortunately, I can’t. I have more tests to correct for tomorrow. I should have done them this weekend, but we had better things to do.”

So many better things. “Will you be upset if I stay?” After the scene in the kitchen tonight, and watching Bjorn struggling over the past several weeks with his looming post-police life, it’s clear that his stress levels are too high. It’s time we discuss alternate coping mechanisms. Not something to replace therapy, but to supplement it. However, the last thing I want is to upset Xander by staying without him. His tendency to feel left out could lead to jealousy, and I have no doubt there will be more than enough opportunities for that if we make this relationship work.

Xander considers my question. “Probably. A little. But it’s my choice to go, and I won’t be ridiculous and tell you it’s all of us or none of us.” He shrugs. “Will you at least miss me, please?”

Bjorn leans over and kisses him. “Every moment you aren’t here.”

That’s when I notice the table has gone silent. It takes about another fifteen seconds, but Bjorn and Xander catch on, too. We turn to find all six of them glancing between the three of us. Either by self-appointment or group nomination, Astrid takes the lead, locking eyes with Bjorn. “So, this is a permanent thing? Something serious? Like, a throuple?”

Bjorn’s cheeks turn pink, but to his credit, he never drops her gaze. “Not like a throuple. If you have to label it, we are a throuple. A polycule? And yes, it’s serious.” He takes our hands in his. “We’re together.”

The table erupts, Bjorn’s siblings and significant others talking over each other. A piercing whistle cuts through the din, and everyone quiets immediately. We all turn to Bjorn, who made the obnoxious noise, and I glare. “Really? Was that absolutely necessary?”

“In this house, with these people? Hell yes.” He turns to his siblings. “Fine. Here are the rules of engagement. Absolutely no questions about sex. Ask anything else. If we agree to answer your question, fine. If any one of the three of us deems the question too personal, it’s not going to be answered. The questioning will go on until you’ve run out of them or we get tired of answering. This isn’t an interrogation, and it’s not just me here. So please be respectful of Kaino and Xander’s feelings.”

I’m not happy that his last statement implies they don’t need to be respectful of his feelings, but tonight is already stressful enough. I don’t need to pile on.

Bjorn looks between Xander and me. “Anything to add?” I shake my head, and Xander follows suit. Bjorn looks at the rest of the table. “Okay, you’re up. Go.”

“How long have you been together?” That comes from Gunnar, who genuinely looks curious, not judgmental.

I’m pretty sure we’re all doing some quick math in our heads, but Xander is the one who gets there first. “It depends on when you start counting. It’s been almost exactly three months since we went to visit Bjorn in the hospital. I want to say it’s been about seven weeks since our first unofficial date.” He makes air quotes when he says date. “And I think we all agreed to officially date about two weeks ago.” He looks to us for confirmation, and Bjorn and I both nod our heads.

Gunnar grins. “That was actually more thorough than I expected, so thanks.”

“Next?” Bjorn glances around the table.

Astrid leans in. “Xander, I’m not trying to talk you out of this at all. I swear. And if this is too personal, or something you haven’t thought about because it’s still early days, we can skip the question. But you work for the university, right? And yes, this is Seattle, and we’re all pretty open-minded, but what do you think the school’s reaction will be?”

Bjorn and I both watch Xander carefully, because this is the issue. And we’d be kidding ourselves if we didn’t think it might come back to haunt him. Xander clears his throat and fiddles with his wine glass. “It’s already an issue.” He pauses, flexing his jaw, and Bjorn reaches out to hold his hand. Xander smiles at him and takes a breath. “But ultimately it doesn’t matter, because what I have with Bjorn and Kaino, what this could become, is more important than tenure. I’d hate to change universities, but I’d do it, if it comes down to a choice.”

Her expression is sympathetic. “Hopefully, it won’t.”

Gary clears his throat. “So, as the newbie here, I have a question, if you don’t mind. Where did you all meet? Initially, I mean. Because you didn’t all meet for the first time in Bjorn’s hospital room.”

Bjorn grins. “Actually, that was the first time Kaino and Xander met.”

Xander winks at me, then grins at Gary. “Bjorn and I dated a few years ago, but our careers were hectic and kept us apart more than we were together, and we parted amicably.” He meets my eyes, and the spark there makes me warm all over. “Three months ago, I walked into Bjorn’s room, hoping he would live, determined to ask him out again if he did. But when I got there, this beautiful person was sitting next to Bjorn’s bed. I thought maybe they were together, and I didn’t know if I was more disappointed that I couldn’t date Bjorn or that I couldn’t try to date the stunning stranger next to him.” Xander chuckles. “Let me tell you, that was incredibly disconcerting. I’ve never been attracted to more than one person at a time, and I had no idea what was happening.”

I jump in, deciding it’s best to share my side of things at this point. “It was almost exactly the same for me. Bjorn and I dated several years ago, and we also split because of careers. I saw the news, went to the hospital to check on him, and left in a fog of confusion after having strong feelings of attraction for both Bjorn and Xander.” I wink at Bjorn. “Talk about unsettling.”

Bjorn takes over the story. “Xander and Kaino met up again by chance at the university, and by that point, I was out of the hospital, getting bored and restless at home, so I started texting Xander. A few weeks later, we all met up for coffee.”

Xander adjusts his glasses. “That was our first unofficial date.”

“Have you told your families? What were their reactions?” Jules asks the question and then attempts to shrink back into Erik’s side. Erik wraps an arm around him and kisses his head, not batting an eye. I’m aware that Jules’ social anxiety is a struggle for him, but to be this anxious at the family dinner table, even if it’s because of Xander being a new face, must be exhausting.

Since my explanation is simple, and I’m not sure what Xander’s going to say, I speak first. “My parents are gone, and I was their only child, so for me, there isn’t anyone to tell.”

Expressions around the table are empathetic. Jules frowns. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

“It was several years ago, but thank you.”

Before things can get more awkward, Xander jumps in. “Both my parents are alive, and I speak with them frequently.” He wrinkles his nose. “To be blunt, I’m not sure how they’ll take it. We’re close but only see each other a few times a year. Usually in summer, when I have more time off.” He shrugs. “If they have an issue with us, I’m guessing it will be short-lived. When I told them I was gay, they were supportive, but I could tell they were worried for me. Once they realized it wouldn’t impact my career or put me in constant danger, it became a non-issue for them. I’m assuming this will be the same.”

“Well, on that note, let me tell you that, if you find you need legal advice, I’m happy to help where I can. If I’m not able to answer your questions, or if you need more specialized representation, I have friends practicing in different areas, and I’d be happy to contact them for you.” Jocelin looks meaningfully at Xander. “We can hope for the best, but plan for the worst. Yes?”

“True. And thank you. That’s very kind.”

Xander actually looks a bit relieved, and I wonder if he’s telling us everything about his situation with the university. Or if he’s actually more worried than he’s letting on. I glance at Bjorn, who has the same concern on his face. Before Xander can see it, Bjorn clears his expression and looks at Erik. “Do you have anything to ask?”

Erik shakes his head. “Nope. I figure you three are grown-ass adults and know what you’re doing. If this makes you happy, then I’m happy.”

Bjorn looks truly surprised, but then his expression relaxes and he smiles at Erik. “Thanks, man. I appreciate it.” He turns back to the table. “Okay, enough about that. Jocelin, Gunnar, how’s the planning going for the big move?”

Jocelin shoulder bumps Gunnar. “Quite well, actually. Neither of us is a pack rat, but we’re still sorting through our things, trying to consolidate. Most everything in my apartment will remain in place since my parents plan to keep the apartment, and they’ll need it to be furnished when they visit.”

“They will not be staying with us.” Gunnar’s tone leaves no room for negotiation, and there must be a story there.

Good thing Jocelin seems to agree. “Yes. So it’s mostly my clothing and my office that we’ll need to move. And Dracona’s things, but much of her stuff is already at Gunnar’s. I’m still considering hiring a moving service. I’m too busy, and let’s be honest, I have the money, so why not save myself and our friends the hassle?”

“Use Astorino Moving. They’re reasonably priced and reliable. They won’t take advantage.” Bjorn pats his pockets, probably for his phone. “I’ll get the number for you later. But call soon because they book up fast.”

Gunnar’s smile is tight, and I get ready for a confrontation. “Thanks, Bjorn. I think Joce found someone already, though.”

Bjorn nods, but I can tell he’s dismissed Gunnar’s comment. Gunnar can tell as well. “He can cancel them. Astorino’s is owned by the brother of a guy I know on the force. They’ll give you the best deal and be really careful with your stuff.”

Gunnar’s expression shifts from patient to frustrated, and as Bjorn keeps talking, it shifts to angry. Does Bjorn not see this? I’m absolutely positive there will be shouting and probably swearing, and I brace myself.

“So, how’d your last doctor’s appointment go?” Gunnar holds Bjorn’s gaze, practically daring him to return to the prior topic.

Bjorn blinks but rolls with it. “Uh, good.”

“Great. Are you taking it easy? Following his instructions?” If I didn’t know their history, I’d think this was an innocuous family dinner conversation. But I do know their history, and I’m utterly confused.

I’m not the only one thrown by this unexpected exchange. Everyone wears some version of a bewildered expression, including Bjorn. “Yeah. Mostly.”

“And you’re off the pain meds? When do you go back to the doctor for the next follow up? I’ll drive you. Here.” Gunnar fishes in his pocket for his phone. “When is it? I’ll put it on my calendar.”

Bjorn shakes his head. “Nah, it’s okay. I can drive myself.”

“No, really. I’ll drive.”

That’s when Bjorn’s cloth napkin goes sailing across the table and hits Gunnar in the shoulder. “Okay, asshole. Knock it off. Message received.” He actually looks sheepish. “I’m sorry. I really am trying to stop parenting. It’s a very hard habit to break.” He shrugs. “I just want things to be easy for you guys.” He looks around the table at his siblings and their partners. “For all of you. And I have the means to do that. I just—”

“Act like a runaway freight train and plow through the situation?” Gunnar grins at him and throws the napkin back. “We know.”

“Asshole.” I exhale loudly, seeing the tension drain out of both of them. “I was going to say I love you guys and want you to be happy.”

Astrid throws her napkin at him. “Aww. That’s so sweet, Bjorn. We love you, too.”

Erik’s napkin goes flying next. “Yeah. Love ya, man.”

Gunnar pushes back his chair and stands, walking around the table to Bjorn, who watches his progress with a blank expression. When Gunnar reaches him, he hauls Bjorn to his feet and pulls him into a tight hug. “I love you, too. Thanks for the suggestion. And for caring.”

Bjorn sinks into the hug, squeezing Gunnar just as tightly. I can see Bjorn’s face and it guts me. His eyes are closed, and his hands are fisted in Gunnar’s shirt, like if he doesn’t hold on tight enough, Gunnar might drift away. I also see the single tear trail down his cheek.

“Well, before I start crying, and as long as everyone is finished, I think I’ll start clearing the table. Otherwise, it’s going to be waterworks, and nobody needs that.” Astrid sniffs and wipes under her eyes, but we all pretend not to notice. Everyone gets up, and in a few minutes, we have the table cleared and a fairly efficient cleanup going in the kitchen. After hot drinks and dessert, we move to the living room and spend the next few hours catching up with everyone else.

By nine, the house has emptied, and it’s just me, Xander, and Bjorn left. We’re lounging on the couch in a cuddle pile. Not that I need a cuddle, but it’s obvious that Bjorn does, and he asked sweetly, so I’m indulging him. “Xander, are you sure you won’t stay? Bjorn’s running me home tomorrow, so you could go straight to the university from here.”

Xander sighs dramatically. “Unfortunately, no. I still have to finish those tests, and I only have casual clothes here. My work appropriate attire is at my apartment.”

I card my fingers through the long strands of his hair, and he hums happily, eyes closing in pleasure. “I’ve seen what some of the professors wear. You could go in what you have on right now and still be dressier than them.”

“Mmmm. True, but I’d still feel underdressed and out of my element.” Which is important for Xander, so I don’t push.

Bjorn turns and tucks his face into my neck. “More Kaino for me then.”

“You won’t be jealous?” I gently tug on Xander’s hair so he knows I’m speaking to him.

He snorts. “I didn’t say that. But I’m trying to be reasonable about this. I can’t always be with you two.”

“Good boy. I’m proud of you.” It’s said with the utmost sincerity, and his small tremor of pleasure says he knows it, too.

With a groan of protest, he pushes up to a sitting position. “I need to go, or I’ll lose my willpower.” He places a hand on my chest and holds my gaze. “And if I’m responsible, I get a reward, right?”

“Yes. We can talk about what that is after you’re done with your tests.” I stroke Bjorn’s cheek. “Maybe you’d like to join in, Bear. What do you think?”

Bjorn nods and shoves to his feet, hauling Xander up with him. “Yes, please.” Gazing softly into Xander’s eyes, he presses a gentle kiss to his lips. “We’ll miss you, babe.”

“I’ll miss you too. Don’t do anything too fun without me.” His pout has Bjorn melting under the pressure.

I roll off the couch and onto my feet, smacking Xander lightly on the ass. “You have tests to make or grade or whatever. No procrastinating.”

“Grade. And I’m mostly done.”

“Almost isn’t completely done.”

He deflates. “I know.” With a dramatic sigh he kisses me. “Thank you for being the voice of reason.”

“Anytime.”

We walk Xander to the door, where there’re more kisses and hugs, and while I love giving my partners what they need, I’m feeling a bit raw after an evening with so many people.

Bjorn shuts the door, and I heave a sigh of relief. It’s just the two of us now. He turns, smirk firmly in place, and waggles his eyebrows at me. “Alone at last. And it’s still early.” He hooks a finger into my waistband and tugs gently. “Whatever shall we do?”

I lace our fingers together and give a gentle tug. “I’m sure we can think of something.”