I was waiting for the bathwater to drain when Ian and Jason appeared at the bathroom door.
“Little one all tucked in?” Jason smiled with his arm wrapped around Ian’s shoulders. Ian had an odd look on his face.
“She’ll be out for a few hours at least. I’m not sure what happens later when she’s awake during the day and we’re all dead.”
“I left out some cereal and fruit if she wakes before us.” Ian shrugged. “And I asked one of my relatives to come over and check on her in the morning.”
“I’ll make sure to leave out the tablet. Hopefully, that will keep her entertained.” I sighed. “Best we can do at this point besides make sure we spell the doors shut.”
“Easy enough. I’ll leave a key for my relative. It will get them through the magic wards.”
The guys stood there and stared. “Well, if there isn’t anything else, I’m going to take a shower.”
They exchanged a look. “Would you rather take a bath. . . with us?” Ian offered.
The smile that formed on my face must have been comical because they chuckled. “Is that a yes?” Jason prompted.
“That sounds lovely.”
Ian came into the bathroom and offered his hand. I took it. He led me past Jason. I grabbed Jason’s hand, and we all went to the other wing of the house which I hadn’t seen in quite some time.
When we arrived at the main bedroom, there was a banked fire, three robes on the bed, and three glasses of wine already poured. I heard what sounded like whirlpool noises coming from the ensuite.
“You two were rather sure of yourselves.”
“Oh please, you’ve been giving us ‘fuck me’ eyes most of the night. We’d already be here if we didn’t have to worry about half-pint. She’s cute, but a handful.” Jason’s bluntness made me laugh and Ian blushed. I missed that blush. Ian handed me a glass, then handed one to Jason.
We held up our glasses. “To odd circumstances, old lovers, and new. Here’s to new memories together,” Ian said.
The glasses made a soft clink as we tapped them. I didn’t have the heart to tell them I’d be gone after I’d figured out how to get Dorothea back to her father. No sense in ruining the mood. Ian reached over and rubbed my shoulder. When I glanced at him, he gave me a slight nod.
Our connection. He knew this was temporary for me. It might be why Jason agreed to it, or wanted it. Ian always wanted me, which was nearly the only thing that was consistent with our relationship. It wasn’t a bother, because I always wanted him, too.
I took another drink of my glass, and then Jason tried to take it from me. Instead of giving up the last quarter, I drank it off. “Well, okay then,” he said, as I set the glass down. He took my hand and led me into their bathroom. Ian followed close behind.