Change of Destiny (Sequel to Twist of Fate)

Ten

Over the next few Days, Bobby and Lyrica didn't bother holding back unless the situation involved something sexual. Even when the other pair of adults were in the room, they acted nothing short of their typical Selves, as long as it was within reason. The young woman even went so far as to crack a couple sexual jokes when the kids weren't within earshot that left at least one of her boyfriends choking on at least their own spit. But that served to prove to the final woman just how strong and positive her relationships really were, which'd bode well for the Future.

        However, Richie was pretty quick to pick up on said older woman's Jealousy as she watched the pair in the back yard on their third Night at the house. All four kids were already in bed for the Night, although he was pretty sure that Zak was an exception as he listened to Music quietly or something. That meant that the pair didn't really have to hide their amorous side, if they didn't wanna, provided that they were sure they were alone.

        The reason why the virtuoso was able to pick up on Mishy's Jealousy actually wasn't due to his being an Empath for once–at least, not entirely. He felt the same sense of Jealousy as he joined her on the back porch, just for a different set of reasons. Even if he'd been what his shared girlfriend called a Projector, he'd have prolly been able to pick up on that Emotion from her just from feeling it in his own right. But he wasn't about to actually bring it up as he settled in one of the patio loungers outside the lil sitting area in his Darkened bedroom. He didn't wanna make her feel uncomfortable, 'cuz he doubted she'd wanna talk about it–especially with him, of all people.

        "Is it bad for me to say that I'm actually a lil jealous of those two?" she queried as she looked over at him just as he got settled.

        "Not that I was gonna bring it up, but no," Richie chuckled. "Even if it's for different reasons, I'm jealous of them, too."

        "I'm actually a lil surprised by that admission," she mused as her brow furrowed a bit.

        "Well, it's not exactly easy to share the woman I love and would rather keep to myself," the virtuoso pointed out.

        "Then why do it?" Mishy asked. "Sharing her when ya don't wanna doesn't make any senseta me."

        "'Cuz even though she'll be the first to admit that she's happy with me, Lyrica always felt like something was missing," he answered. "But instead of doing anything stupid like cheating on me or just settling, she found a way to get everything she both wanted and needed."

        The older woman cocked a brow curiously before looking back out at the amorous pair, who were goofing off on the far side of the pool by dunking each other.

        "If ya were to ask her, Lyrica'd say she's almost like an even blend of us," Richie chuckled. "She's a bit of a Creative Mad Hatter like me, but a Nature-loving hipster like him."

        "I kinda picked up on the Mad Hatter part already, 'cuz she's definitely struck me as a lil crazy," she admitted with a soft laugh of her own.

        "But obviously, I'm nowhere near the hipster that Bobby is," the virtuoso told her. "I could try to impersonate his wild Energy and laidback attitude, but I'd prolly never get it quite right."

        "Just like he could try pulling off what I like to call your psychotic axe-murderer side, but he'd prolly never be able to do it," Mishy said thoughtfully.

        "And there's plenty of other examples, one in particular that I don't even wanna think about," he laughed, mindful of his volume so he wouldn't startle the other couple.