Triangular Love

Triangular Love III

The lyrics of my favorite song echo through my head...

My Head is a Jungle by Wankelmut & Emma Louise

In a dark room we fight
Make up for our lost
I've been thinking, thinking 'bout you,
'Bout us
And we're moving, slow
Our hearts beat, so fast
I've been dreaming, dreaming 'bout you
'Bout us

Hey
Hey
Hey
Hey

My head is a jungle, jungle
My head is a jungle, jungle
My head is a jungle, jungle
My head, and oh

Oh

I'm speaking

Soft
See the pain in your eyes
I've feelin', feelin' for you, my love

And our bodies, are tired
Our shadows will dance
I've been achin' achin' for you, my love

My head is a jungle, jungle
My head is a jungle, jungle
My head is a jungle, jungle
My head

My love is wasted, sorry for this I never meant to be
Hurting ourselves, hurting ourselves and I'm
Complicated, you won't get me, I have trouble
Understanding myself, understanding myself and my
Love is wasted, sorry for this I never meant to be
Hurting ourselves, hurting ourselves and I'm
Complicated, you won't get me I have trouble
Understanding myself, understanding myself

My head is a jungle, jungle
My head is a jungle, jungle
My head is a jungle, jungle
My head

My head is a jungle, jungle
My head is a jungle, jungle
My head is a jungle, jungle
My head

Ho oh oh
Ho oh oh, oh
Ho oh oh
Ho oh

A smile spreads out on my face, because the chorus, really fits perfectly to my current desolate state. In my head everything is confused, all the rules of custom and decency are mixed with my desires, my longings and the sensual memories of last night.

The last night was incredibly intense and erotic, sex with two men is total madness. A deep satisfaction has spread in me and flooded all my cells, post-coital satisfaction is my day.

Tonight I have a late shift in the hospital, I am a nurse in the infant ward of the municipal university hospital.
Phana and Ming have grudgingly accepted that I have to work tonight. Even though the clinic's working hours are not particularly leisure-friendly, I love my work. Most of my colleagues are incredibly nice, and a friendly bond has developed between us. The chief physician of our ward is such a typical god in white, who believes that all ward staff should fall head over heels in love with him, especially me, but luckily I seem to be immune to him. Despite his very persistent attempts at flirting, I love to spend my time between all the babies and their happy mothers. Until midnight I will be busy caring for little sweet dwarves. I love babies and could spend hours looking at their small, perfect faces and inhaling their unmistakably divine scent. Family is at the top of my list in my future planning. The fact that I want to adopt at least two children has deterred many a man. Grinning, I decide to mention this fact to my men in the near future. Of course, I don't intend to involve children in our strangely messed up relationship, but it would make my decision much easier if one of them voluntarily pulled the ripcord at the word baby.
With an examining look, I look one last time in the mirror in my locker. Fortunately, you can't see what I was doing with two men at the same time last night. In my eyes, however, unmistakable contentment shines that wasn't there yesterday. I bite my lower lip with a smile and enter the everyday hustle and bustle of the station.
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Slowly the little lips slowly turn into a sweet pout, the angry red face color gives way to delicate baby pink, and the little Finn, who saw the light of day not quite two days ago, finally calms down. His mother is still very weak, the birth was not without complications. Hungry, he sucks on the milk bottle, his little hands clenching into fists, which he lifts tired and exhausted over his head. With closed eyes he enjoys our little cuddling time, he doesn't care who feeds him at the moment, as long as his little belly is finally filled. I am so exhausted and tired that I more than welcome this little time-out. I sink at that moment, enjoy the feeling and the light weight of the baby in my arm, in such moments I love my job.
In our daily clinic life, we attach great importance to a special closeness between mother and child. The baby is with the mother from the very first minute and stays with her continuously throughout her stay in the hospital if possible. The 24-hour rooming-in is fully supported by the team of the mother-child ward. Only when the mother is very exhausted or makes up for her urgently needed sleep do we intervene and wrap or feed the little ones.
In the afternoon the day was stressful and very exhausting, now at this late hour, I enjoy the time I have left with little Finn. In his twilight state, half sleeping and half drinking, the little sweetheart finally falls asleep. I enjoy a few more minutes, look into his sweet face and am happy that he lies peacefully asleep in my arms.
The combination of a night full of sex and working the night shift the next day is not really pleasant. Sighing and yawning, I rise, quietly bring him back to his mum's room and carefully lay him back in his bed.
Conscious of my duties, I note down all the important events of the night, prepare the handover for my transfer and am incredibly looking forward to my bed. After all, I didn't sleep too much last night, Phana and Ming are really persistent.
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I try hard to keep my eyes open, but it gets harder and harder from minute to minute. With every kilometer driven my eyelids get tired. Obviously, a sexy night and then a late shift - it doesn't go well together. Desperately I turn the radio louder, open the driver's and passenger's windows and hope that the cool night air and fresh oxygen will push away my tiredness. Even if there is a room in the clinic for nurses and doctors where they can sleep when they are too tired, this possibility is not an issue for me. As intrusive as the God in White is at the moment, I have no peace there, far too great would be my fear that he would take advantage of my situation. He is an ass and I would not be the first nurse he harasses.
It will be at least another 10 minutes before I finally arrive at my apartment where my bed is waiting for me. The street lamps blur before my eyes as I yawn heartily. Fuck! like this I will never arrive at home. Desperately I try to focus the road, but the grey road disappears more and more in front of my eyes, in the end, I can't see my side of the road anymore. I set the indicator with the last logic and stop desperately. I am so tired, powerless and exhausted and just I want to sleep at home, in my bed. Totally exhausted I put my head against my seat and close my eyes just for a moment, maybe I feel better when I rest for five minutes.
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The all too familiar sound of the opening car door tears me out of my sleep. Panically I try to locate my point of view. After a few looks, my pulse calms down. I'm sitting in my car, in the middle of the city, and Ming looks at me questioningly. "Damn KitKat, what the hell are you doing here?" With a worried look, he examines my body. "Aren't you well? Are you hurt?"

I am so tired that I don't manage to answer, so I shake my head in the negative. "Tired, I am so tired."

His concern doesn't seem so strong anymore, at the moment he seems rather angry."And that's why you sleep here, in the middle of the street, in your open car?" Swearing, he unbuckles me. "KitKat. We'll talk about that later!"

He lifts me out of the car, circles it and opens the passenger door. Carefully he puts me down, straps me on and slams the door shut with a loud bang. Oh man, he seems to be really angry, at least he doesn't take his anger out on me but only on the car. With this senseless thought, I close my eyes again and fall asleep again. I hear his voice quietly and very far away, who is he talking to on the phone?

"...pick up his car...yes...I take him with me..."

These few scraps of the conversation reach my hearing, but not my mind anymore. Dreamless and not quite asleep I feel Ming next to me.

„Kit, wake up, come on, little one, I'll put you to bed."

I sleepily open my eyes, Ming stands in front of me, kisses me lightly on the forehead and bends closer to me. The click of the seat belt tells me that he has unbuckled me. He grabs my hands and pulls me out of the car. With his strong arm around my hip, he leads me to his home.
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Very short chapter, I know. Next one will be longer hopefully.