The Life We Make

Chapter 27

As the break of dawn paints the room in soft hues, Alexia finds herself cocooned between Cam and Luke, their bodies intertwined and bare. The two men awaken, their lips tracing a trail of gentle kisses down her body, a silent testament to the intimacy of the night before.

Cam, his eyes adjusting to the morning light, turns to Alexia. His voice, still heavy with sleep, breaks the silence. "Last night was... unexpected," he admits, devoid of regret but full of thoughtful introspection. He glances at Luke, who nods in quiet agreement.

Luke, his fingers casually combing through his tousled hair, adds on, "Indeed, Cam. It was... intense, yet not something we regret, something that made us happy" His voice, calm and steady, fills the room with an air of tranquility.

Both men then direct their attention to Alexia, their gaze's intent and curious. "Alexia," Cam starts, his voice soft yet earnest. "We're curious, how are you feeling about... all of this?"

Turning to them, Alexia grins, "Look guys, I'm still here, totally bare. I'm not chickening out. I remember what happened last night and what I said I wanted when I walked through those doors. I'm not backing down. Sure, it might be complicated get a little messy, but hey, we'll figure it out."

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Alexia continues, "I mean, honestly, this is uncharted territory for all of us, right? A little bit of thrill, a dash of uncertainty, and a whole lot of... well, everything else. But isn't that what life is all about? Stepping into the unknown and making it our own?"

She pauses, letting her words hang in the air before turning to face Cam, her hand reaching out to trace the contours of his face. "Cam, you're the analytical one," she says, her voice tinged with fondness. "You'll probably create a flowchart or something to make sense of this situation, won't you?"

Cam chuckles at her accusation, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "Well, I can't deny that" he admits, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "But it's more than just a puzzle to solve. It's a journey we're embarking on together and involving our children."

Next, she turns to Luke, her fingers gently tugging at his unruly hair. "And Luke," she muses, "You're the spontaneous one. You'll probably wing it and somehow make it work, just like you always do."

Luke grins at her observation, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I can't argue with that," he concedes, his voice a low rumble. "But remember, it's not just about going with the flow but navigating it together."

As the morning light filters through the room, casting a soft glow on their tangled bodies, they share a moment of understanding, a silent pact to navigate this unconventional path together. And amidst the laughter and light-hearted banter that follows, they find comfort in their mutual decision to dive into the unknown, holding onto each other for support.

As dawn painted the sky in shades of coral and gold, Alexia, Cam, and Luke left the apartment, walking hand in hand towards a café nestled in the heart of the buzzing city. It was a quaint, rustic place - a charming blend of modern aesthetics and old-world charm, with its exposed brick walls and wooden tables. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods wafted through the air, mingling with the soft hum of chatter.

Their breakfast conversation, filled with light banter and laughter, gradually shifted to their children. Cam, her fingers absently tracing the rim of her coffee mug, chimed in, "Miley and Sasha are such wonderful girls. I've loved every moment spent with them."

Luke, his hazel green eyes sparkling with warmth, responded, "We're grateful, Alexia. We are still wrapping our heads around being their dads, but we're thrilled to have them in our lives."

Cam then brought up their son, Asher. "Speaking of children," he began, his hand reaching under the table to give Cam's a comforting squeeze. "The other day, when we took Asher to daycare, he asked us something..."Cam hesitated, an air of suspense hanging in the silence.