Theirs (Possession #2)

32. Luke

32

Luke

I t was easy to find a parking spot. What wasn’t easy was life. I was so overwhelmed with emotions that right now it felt like it was never going to get better. I was in love with two infuriating women, and I felt guilty about it, worrying about it constantly that I was ruining what I had with Camila.

Genevieve was not on my bingo card. She was an unexpected play in the fourth quarter that I was not ready for. Except the more I thought about it, things with Genevieve felt inevitable. She had captured our attention, changed our lives and even if things didn’t work out, Camila and I had changed so much and for the better. Our communication had been so amazing… until now.

It felt silly to be mad. They wanted to protect me, but I had learned to hate secrets. It was one of the reasons I blurted out that I wanted to be dominated, and what happened when I was with Vincent. Never did I imagine my confession would have brought her into our lives. The woman who preached that communication was everything was keeping so many things from us, and I knew this had to be scary for her since she prided herself on being so independent.

My mind felt chaotic as I sat in the car watching flurries start to fall. Camila and I were not dressed for this weather. We left in such a hurry that we were in sweaters, and I had no idea what the weather was going to be like.

Camila: 4th floor in the waiting room to the right of the elevators.

I took a deep breath getting out of the truck, and opened the backseat hoping we had brought our jackets. Camila’s was under the luggage, but it seemed I had forgotten mine. Grabbing her jacket, I closed the door, locking up before I headed inside.

As much as I wanted to hide out and not think about anything, I was worried about Genevieve. Even though I was mad I still wanted to offer her comfort and be there for her. I wanted both of my stubborn, bigger-than-life, dominant women, and I hoped we weren’t too fractured to be complete again.

The hospital was relatively quiet as I walked in and headed straight for the elevators. The fourth floor was quiet as I took a right into the waiting room. My chest ached and I wondered what state I was going to find Genevieve in.

Walking into the room, the scene broke my heart. Camila and Genevieve were on the floor as Genevieve cried in Camila’s arms. My wife looked up at me with tears in her eyes and I rushed to them, kneeling down and pulling them towards me. Genevieve gasped when I settled them both as close to me as I could. They turned towards me as Genevieve grabbed onto my shirt, pushing her face against my chest.

Her cries were painful to hear, tearing at my heartstrings one by one. Camila ran her hands through her hair, occasionally wiping the tears off her face. Her cries became whimpers until all I heard was her steady breathing.

“She’s asleep,” Camila whispered.

“She’s probably emotionally exhausted,” I said, holding her closer. “I wonder how long she has been here.”

“Easton didn’t say, but he did say Cheryl had to go back into surgery,” Camila said, looking at Genevieve with a tenderness that made me breathe a little easier. “She said her flight was in the morning, so I’m assuming this probably happened before she went to the airport.”

“She should have called us,” I said, looking around for a more comfortable place to sit.

“She should have, but maybe she wasn’t expecting it to be this bad?” Camila looked up at me. “She’s been alone for so long, maybe she didn’t think she could come to us?”

“That sounds plausible,” I sighed. “Especially after she freaked out and did something impulsive.”

“I think we need to figure out if we are still in this.” Camila pulled back. “I’m sorry Luke, I thought I was doing the right thing. I shouldn’t have kept it from you, but I wanted to pause this burden just until… until things settled down with everything that had to happen with your parents.”

I took a deep breath wondering if I would do the same for her, and I knew immediately I would have.

“I know, Hermosa.” I pulled her close, feeling Genevieve move a little. “I might have reacted badly if I had heard.”

“I was mad for both of us, even though now, I’m starting to understand she has had very different views of what a relationship is.” Camila snuggled closer. “I couldn’t believe she was going to sleep with another man, it made me so mad even though we never really discussed anything. I think it hurts so much because I… I think I love her.”

“She didn’t do anything right?” I had to ask.

“No, and when I asked, I knew she was telling the truth,” she said. “I know this is unconventional and maybe too soon, but she makes me feel what I felt for you in the beginning.”

My heart warmed.

“I think I’m falling for her too,” I said, adjusting myself to get more comfortable.

“You think she will want us?” Camila sighed.

“I hope so,” I said, feeling confident. “I think we all feel something even if some of us don’t like feelings.”

“I think she was always supposed to be ours, even before she entertained the thought.” Camila brushed her hair out of her face. “I think we just have to show her how great we could be together. We can shoulder her burdens or can support her while she is down, but I want this.”

“Me too, I think we should wait before bombarding her with more emotions,” I said, looking around. Thankfully we were able to have our moment in peace, when Genevieve moved again.

“Of course, I just want to show her what it's like to have people there for her.” Camila leaned back looking at me with her beautiful green eyes. “I want to show her how good we can be for each other.”

“I want that too,” I said, feeling a little more at peace.

“I think I’m going to go see what the cafeteria has since we haven’t eaten much and I’m sure she hasn’t either,” she said, getting up. “Want anything in particular?”

“Water, please,” I said. “Maybe a hot tea or a coffee?”

“Coffee for sure,” she said leaning over, giving me a soft kiss. “Te amo.”

“I love you, too,” I said against her lips.

Camila walked away looking back at us one more time before rounding the corner. I sighed, getting comfortable again, wishing I was by a wall, but there was no way I was going to move and wake up Genevieve. I felt her move slightly and I was positive she had probably been awake for our conversation.

“You don’t have to keep pretending to sleep,” I said.

“If I keep pretending then that means I can be oblivious for a little while longer,” she mumbled into my chest.

“You can be oblivious for a little while longer, but I need to get off this floor,” I said, picking her up and taking her to a small bench they had off to the side.

“You don’t have to hold me,” she said, sounding so sad.

“I always want to hold you,” I said, sitting down on the bench, tucking her against my chest.

She sighed, relaxing in my embrace.

“How much did you hear and do you want to talk about it?” I figured we might as well talk about it. “We don’t have to talk about anything if you don’t want to.”

“I just heard Camila say she wanted to show me how good we could be together and to have someone here for me,” she said softly.

I suspected she had heard more, but I could’ve been wrong. I didn’t want her to hear we were falling in love that way. I wanted her lucid and in the moment when we told her we loved her.

“Are you ok with that?” I rubbed her back.

“Luke, I think I need?—”

“I know,” I said, interrupting her. “I know why you did it, but it doesn’t hurt any less that you didn’t come and talk to us when you were feeling doubtful or scared.”

“I regretted even agreeing to it the moment I stepped into the room,” she said with a shaky breath. “I wasn't thinking clearly and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but I didn’t know how that would make you feel since you had just heard about your parents.”

“I get why you both did it, and if I was in your position I might have done the same, but as you've always stressed with us,” I sighed, “This doesn’t work if we aren’t honest.”

“I've always been in control. That’s why I loved being a Domme. I controlled everything, how I made you feel, how I felt and when I made myself available. I was self-sufficient because I didn’t want to be like my mom who only thought she was worth something if she was with a man,” she said, sitting up on my lap. “You scared me, and that ugly inner voice told me I was just temporary because why would you want me in your relationship when you both have each other?”

I made her look at me. “How could we not want you, Genevieve? You are an amazing woman and being with a man won’t ever define you. This is about what you want. If you don’t see yourself with us, then I will understand, but don’t walk away without letting us say our peace. I think we deserve that.”

“That’s what scares me, I need you. I need your sunny disposition and Camila’s sassy attitude. I've learned that—” Her lip trembled. “I’ve learned my world is more colorful with you guys in it. You have given me hope for a brighter future and I will chase it like a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.”

She cupped my cheek.

“I’ll chase it with you, carry it when you're tired and I’ll make damn sure we get that colorful future you want,” I said, bringing her in for a kiss that felt like seeing the sun after a rainy day.

It was almost overwhelming, but I loved that it made me feel alive.

“I can’t promise it will always be sunshine and rainbows,” Camila said, catching our attention with food and drink in her hands. “But I promise that for all the hard and bad days we have, we will have sunny skies full of good memories and being together.”

Genevieve trembled, holding out her hand to Camila who was putting the food down. She came to us and Genevieve yanked her the rest of the way. We held each other for a moment, healing whatever fractures we had, and I knew I was exactly where I was supposed to be without the circumstances that had brought us here. Our peace was shattered the moment a doctor came into the room.

“Ms. Noble?”

Genevieve tensed and I held her tighter, hoping it was the news she needed because her sister was everything, and I couldn’t bear her losing someone else.