Moments || H.S

sixty nine ; flowers

(This is going to be from August's POV) 

I sit on the beach with Delilah building a sand castle and listening to the laughs coming from the water as Harry and Avery splash each other. Their bright happy faces standing in the cool water is my favorite thing. I know Harry makes her happy, probably more happy than I ever could but I don't mind. Not a single bit because seeing my wife grinning ear to ear everyday is all someone like me could ask for.

My work buddies always question my trust in her, to be able to leave her with Harry while I go to another country. The truth is I've never questioned their relationship because I trust Ave and Harry with my whole heart. Avery may be the love of my life, but her soulmate is some one else and I don't know many husbands who are willing to accept that like I am. At the end of the day, she gave birth to my daughter and married me so clearly there is love for me. 

She's full of love, and I'm lucky enough to be one of the people that receives it. I'm happy that she found someone she wants to be around and is comfortable with and I know if anyone was to go, it would be me, not Harry.  I watch them in the water, feeling the summer sun shine down on me and Delilah. 

They made a commitment before we even met. I heard about it and I think it's sort of endearing that 2 best friends can be so committed to each other like a couple. But they aren't anywhere near a couple and I'm OK with the majority of things I see. It's been a thing longer than I've lived in England, I can't stop it and choose not to. 

But we've established limits, all though I hate giving them that because I don't think I should be able to limit people's love for each other. The kisses on the cheek are cute, I love watching Ave get all shy when he does. The only thing I told Ave I don't want her to do is kiss him on the lips, but I've never seen that and I know she doesn't. There's loyalty and trust between us and I know that she respects my only wish of them. 

 Everything else I find adorable, I love going upstairs and seeing them curled up in bed like kittens or whispering inside jokes and giggling at bad times. Sex is obviously out the question, but I know that has never and will never happen. I know he saw her body before I did, but I don't mind at all. I get asked all the time about if I experience jealously, and honestly I never have. The physical aspect of their relationship is important to them, it's how they show love and I'd never try to get in the way of something that's been happening for longer than I've known her. They need each other. 

The only 'envy' I experience isn't towards Harry, it's towards their friendship and even then, I wouldn't really call it that. I love what they have and wish I had a connection that deep and spiritual with someone. A friend that's more than just an average friend, someone that is glued to you and promising to spend the rest of their life with you. Everyone wants what they have. 

"Gus!" I look up and see Harry calling out of me, using his hands over his mouth to project his voice. 

"What?" I call back from the beach and Delilah looks up at the sound of his voice. 

"Come for a swim" He yells at me, waving his arm "Bring Lilah"

I pick up Delilah and walk towards them, I dip my feet in the cold water. 

"It's cold!" I complain and Avery laughs. 

"You'll be right" She says and I walk forward more, water splashing up my legs and I shiver a bit. 

I look at Harry, wet hair falling over his face and sticking to his skin and shirtless. All his tattoos out, and there are many of them littering his body.From an artistic view, they look really pleasing and suit his body, some are better than others but I always catch myself staring at them. I know Ave loves them, especially the butterfly and birds.