The next morning, when Jeremiah woke up in a tangle of limbs with the two women he loved. Sara was curled up, snuggling against his side while Nymia was draped over them, her head nestled against his chest with one arm around Sara’s waist.

He smiled, wondering if he would be waking up before the two of them for the rest of his life, getting to see them snuggling against him, or each other. He wondered if it was as perfect as it sounded. He hoped he got to live through this and ...