Chapter Twelve

 

“Angel. Wake up, darling.”

Ian’s concerned voice filters through the darkness and the pain slicing through my head. With a great deal of effort I force one of my eyes to crack open a tiny bit. The glowing blue brightness increases the throbbing in my head. “Am I still alive?” I manage to croak out. My voice sounds far away and foreign to me.

“Thank you, Jesus,” Ian says, his fingers grazing the side of my face with a gentle touch.

“Way to give me gray hair, you bitch,” Jez says with affection in her voice, as she pulls my head into the warmth of her lap.

“Sorry, Jez,” I say with a smile that turns into more of a grimace at the effort. “Did it work?”

“Yes, it worked, but I have never been so scared in my life as when I though I’d lost you.” The concern and emotion in Ian’s beautiful hazel eyes is saying everything he isn’t.

“Sorry, I can’t help but make a scene wherever I go,” I joke. I entwine his fingers with mine and brush a kiss across his knuckles.

“Listen, I know I have only known you for a short time, but you belong with me, I feel it. I know you need your independence and I know you love Jez too, you don’t have to say it. I am willing to share you with her, but will you at least consider staying with me?”

My heart does a funny flip and then melts into a puddle of mushy emotions as I look into the eyes of my two lovers. “I suppose I will consider it. I have gotten a little attached to you myself.”

Ian flashes me a devastating smile, before turning to Jez. “What do you say Jez?”

“I most certainly can’t live with you guys and your sappy emotions, however, I must admit, I am certainly fond of you both. I won’t live with you two, but I promise to head my steamer in your direction frequently.” Jez says, her sassy smile lighting up her face.

“I can live with that.” With a groan I sit up and struggle to stand. Ian threads one arm over my shoulders, while Jez snakes an arm around my waist. “Shall we head home then?” I ask as an uncharacteristically hopeful smile spreads across my face.

“Yes, let’s,” Ian says, planting a kiss first on my lips and then on Jez’s.

“If we must,” Jez says dryly, while tugging us towards the door and our second chance, not just at living, but at life.