Free Web NovelChapter 201: _Co-Husbands
By the next morning, Ambrose had a schedule for everything happening throughout the day—if things go according to plan, anyway.
First things first was taking Orion to school. He and Devon did that together, waving the boy goodbye from the roadside parking space.
The second he disappeared into the school and the crowd of children around, it was officially time for the next thing on their to-do list.
And that would be moving into their new home away from the chaos of Phoenix Flight HQ.
"This is just perfect." Ambrose sighed with a small smirk as he stepped out of Devon’s car.
They’d parked in the driveway of the two-story house in the suburbs of Aurelia. After careful deliberation—not really—Ambrose decided it would be the perfect fit for them.
Devon agreed right away because really... What was there not to like?
Peaceful. Enough distance from neighbours to be private. A top-notch security system that they could operate independently.
It already felt perfect.
"Careful with that stuff!" Ambrose warned the men carrying boxes from his and Devon’s suites ahead. He beamed, angling his head to the S-Rank beside him. "Thanks for making this possible."
Devon returned his smile. "Nah. It was a joint effort. We used both our money, and if it weren’t for you I’d have been comfortable wasting away in my grandfather’s Guild."
"Yeah, but I’ve never done this before," Ambrose’s eyes swept over the house. "Moving in with someone. Let alone buying a house together. And I never really saw myself doing it after..."
He stopped himself right then.
"After what?" Devon arched his brow.
Ambrose shook his head. "After everything we’ve been through." A lie.
For a brief second there his mind actually made a hard swerve to his life as Benji Foster. And that demon of an ex who made his transmigration possible to begin with.
But he couldn’t share any of that with Devon now, could he?
Speaking of, Devon slung an arm over his shoulders. "Come on," he lulled. "They’re almost done taking out all the boxes. We’d better go in there and begin—"
The sound of a roaring car engine behind them made him pause. They both turned around in time to see a white Ferrari pulling to a stop in front of the wrought iron gates.
Ambrose squinted.
The car was unrecognisable but the pulse of aether from the permanent link sure was familiar.
"... Viktor?" Devon blurted before he could, watching as the ice Prince hopped out of the car. "W–What the heck are you doing here?"
Viktor grinned from ear to ear as he adjusted his buttoned-down icy silver coat. "Don’t be like that, Devvy boy." A mischievous light glowed in his eyes as he drew closer. "Especially not with your co-husband."
Devon’s jaw slacked while Ambrose felt like he just had a lobotomy.
Huh?
"Co-husband?" Just saying that out loud made Devon’s cheeks redden. "What are you blabbing about now?"
"Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten that night so fast already," Viktor pouted, ignoring the curious looks the moving men cut him. "You and I are Ambrose’s boyfriends now. Or partners, depending on the word he prefers."
The world seemed to spin beneath Ambrose’s feet as he stuttered. "B–Boyfriends?" His eyes flitted between the two. "Wait—all we did that night was—"
"Give you the hottest orgasm of your life." Viktor got just a few centimetres away from his face in the blink of an eye, his grin broadening. "Then we followed up with co-parenting baby Orion so well the next morning."
When Ambrose attempted to say something, Viktor added:
"We talked about this, Rory. It’s time you decide what you want to do."
"It’s..." the Guide pursed his lips. "It’s just happening too fast. Devon and I have barely begun moving in and you’re here—wait, how the heck did you know where we are anyway?"
"I tailed you from the HQ." Viktor shrugged as he placed himself between his ex-best friend and the permanently linked Guide. "Come on, just look at us. We’d make the perfect polycule."
Devon brushed his hand off his shoulder. "Don’t make it weirder than it has to." He paused, staring at the white-haired Esper like he’d just realised something. "You weren’t this annoying or clingy yesterday. What changed now?"
"First off, that’s rude. Secondly, why does there have to be a reason?"
"There just is, Vik. I know you well enough."
Those words finally seemed to hit Viktor. His arms around them loosened as he grunted. "Nothing gets past you, huh?" A pause. "It’s... mama."
"Oh?" Devon looked equal parts surprised and amused. "Mama Irina finally got tired of your bullshit and kicked you out?"
Ambrose elbow-jabbed him on the side. "Stop it."
"Merely asking."
Viktor didn’t speak immediately. His icy blue eyes wandered a bit before he went on. "She’s been getting me more agitated with her questions about you, Rory." He locked his gaze on Ambrose. "And I fear one of these days she’ll get too close to unravelling something she shouldn’t."
Devon’s forehead creased. "... And moving in with us is such a good idea?"
"It’s the most beneficial." Viktor defended, lowering his voice. "With Ambrose being permanently linked to me, it’s only right that I’m as close as possible to him. Plus—the relationship part would also be nice."
"That part is still... dear God," Ambrose rubbed his forehead with a defeated exhale. "Welp. There are four bedrooms anyway. And a third adult paying bills won’t be bad."
Both Devon and Viktor gawked at him like they couldn’t believe what he was about to say next. Yet he did.
"You can move in with us." He eased away from them, waltzing to the main entrance. "Hopefully I don’t regret this." He muttered under his breath.
Devon blinked repeatedly like he was still finding it impossible to process what had just happened. As for Viktor, he silently thought of something.
While most of what he said was true—he left out one vital detail.
The main reason he was here was because of something his mother said last night.
They indeed were in unprecedented times. The world was changing at a dangerously rapid rate. And for the first time in his life... he actually cared about what the future held.
’All because of him.’ the words echoed in his mind as he watched Ambrose’s receding form. His smile gradually returned. ’You’ve somehow gotten my heart, little bird.’
He shoved his hands into his pockets, joining Devon in walking forward. ’I just hope you’re careful with it...’
