Micah was stuck in their stupid retail job, dealing with customers who acted superior. The only thing getting them through the shift was knowing Cole would pick them up afterward.

After three more grueling hours, Cole finally texted that he was on the way.

Cole drove through the city, excited to be with his loves again. When he arrived at Micah's workplace, he sent a quick text and waited. "Hey baby," he greeted as Micah got into the passenger seat.

"Mmm hi," they responded, giving Cole a quick kiss before buckling up.

The two rode silently to the apartment, listening to soft music and city sounds, expecting a quiet evening together with you.

They did not get a quiet evening.

The moment they opened the door, the apartment was flooded with your scent—sweet, fertile, unmistakable heat scent pouring directly from your shared bedroom.

Cole called out as they approached, "Honey?" They received only a whimper in response before entering the room.

You lay there in the nest you'd built for the three of you, wearing only one of Micah's oversized shirts, your heat clearly already in full swing.