Chapter 94. The Plan I Never Wrote Down Was Already in Their Hands**

Chapter 94: 94. The Plan I Never Wrote Down Was Already in Their Hands**

’Our home.’

The way it sounded—like a promise, like a destination, and like something we were building together brick by brick, kiss by kiss.

Laura’s fingers tightened around mine. She didn’t say anything because she didn’t need to.

The way she held on, the way her breathing hitched just slightly when I squeezed her hand back—it said everything.

I lay there, sandwiched between the two women I loved more than anything in this world, and I thought about the panel I’d read earlier.

’Stable multi-party bonds create reciprocal resonance. It is better when three partners trust one another.’

I smiled. The system was right.

But it couldn’t measure this.

It couldn’t quantify the weight of Laura’s head on my shoulder, or the warmth of Alicia’s breath against my neck, or the quiet, sacred peace of knowing that these two women... these fierce, incredible, beautiful women had chosen me.

Not because I was strong, or powerful, or a great knight.

But because I was me... And because they loved me, duh.

"Hey," I said softly.

"Mmm?" both of them murmured.

"I love you both... like so much that it hurts."

There was a pause.

Then Laura’s voice, barely above a whisper: "I love you too, Roland."

And Alicia, her voice thick with emotion: "I love you more than anything~! More than anyone~! More than myself~!"

I pulled them both closer, and for a long, beautiful moment, the only sound in the tent was the quiet breathing of three people who had found home in each other.

Then Laura’s voice broke the silence again, smaller, more tentative: "...Does this mean I have to share you with her?"

Alicia snorted. "Laura, I think the answer is yes."

"I’d like to negotiate."

"Negotiate what?"

"...The morning routine! I want at least thirty minutes of alone time."

"Absolutely not."

"I’m a knight. I demand—"

"You’re a girlfriend."

"I’m a wife," Laura corrected, her voice suddenly fierce. "You said it yourself... We’re going to be husband and wife."

"He said we’d recreate this when we’re home."

"I heard ’husband and wife.’ I’m holding him to it."

"Oh, so now you’re the assertive one?"

"I’ve always been assertive, Alicia. I’m a knight."

"You’re a spoiled knight."

"I’m a spoiled wife."

"You’re not even—"

I was laughing so hard I could barely breathe.

Alicia was squirming against me, her face buried in my chest, her shoulders shaking with giggles.

Laura had the blanket pulled up to her nose, but I could see her eyes—bright, mischievous, and utterly, hopelessly in love.

"Both of you," I said, breathless. "Both of you are absolutely ridiculous."

"We know," Alicia said, pulling back to look at me with those blue eyes, already glassy with tears she was trying to hide. "But you love it."

"I do," I admitted. "God, I do."

And as the gray morning slowly turned to gold outside the tent, I lay there between them, and I knew... I just knew that whatever came next, whatever battles we had to fight or whatever challenges the world threw at us, we’d face them together.

Three hearts. One bond.

’Fucking perfect.’

My body wasn’t done waking up. Not by a long shot.

I could feel it first—that slow, insistent pull in my lower belly, the blood rushing, the heat pooling.

My morning wood was already making itself known, pressing against the thin sheet between my legs. I tried to ignore it... yeah... I really did.

But my hands had other ideas.

Without thinking... or maybe with too much thought on my head, my right hand slid beneath the blanket on Alicia’s side, finding the soft, warm swell of her breast.

My palm cupped it fully, and I felt her breath hitch. My thumb found her nipple and began to trace slow, deliberate circles around it.

"Nngh..." Alicia’s voice came out small, surprised, then melting into something low and breathy. "You want to do it again...?"

She didn’t pull away. But she pressed closer.

My left hand followed suit on Laura’s side. She stiffened for exactly one second before her arm dropped from her face and her body went soft beneath my touch.

When my fingers found her nipple, she let out a sound that was half-gasp, half-whimper—

"R-Roland... you’re so... unfair," she whispered, her cheeks flaming red. "I didn’t think you want it again..."

I didn’t stop... fuck it. I couldn’t.

My thumbs kept circling, pressing lightly, teasing the peaks until they stiffened under my touch. The contrast between them was fascinating.

Alicia’s were firm, full, almost defiant in their shape, while Laura’s were softer, more generous, the weight of them settling into my palm like they were made to be held.

They looked at each other over my chest.

Alicia’s blue eyes were dark with something hungry and knowing. Laura’s were wide, flushed, but already half-lidded with desire.

They exchanged a single look... it seemse like a silent conversation that lasted barely a second and then both of them smiled at me in the same way.

The kind of smile that said: ’We see what you’re doing. And we’re not going to stop you.’

"You’re not satisfied, are you?" Alicia murmured, her voice dripping with amusement.

"No," I admitted, my voice rougher than I intended. "I’m not... honestly I can go for a week."

"We know." Laura’s hand came up and cupped my cheek, her thumb brushing my lower lip. "We can feel you, Roland... Every inch of you."

She wasn’t wrong. My morning wood was practically throbbing between us now, and I was painfully aware of it.

Both of them shifted.

Alicia propped herself up on one elbow, and Laura rolled onto her side, and then they were both leaning in, their heads resting on my chest one on either side while my hands stayed exactly where they were, kneading, circling, playing with their nipples like they were the most important thing in the world.

Because they were.

"So," Alicia said, her voice low and warm, "how do they feel? Be honest."

"Alicia, you—"

"I’m serious~! You’ve been with us both now."

"And I know you probably can tell by the difference." She tilted her head up to look at me, her lips parted, her breath warm on my skin. "How do our breasts feel to you? Really."

"Uhh... well..." I swallowed. "Alicia’s are... firm."

"Like they’re always ready... They have this incredible shape, like they were made to be held."

"And when I touch her nipples..." My thumb pressed a little harder, and she let out a soft "Ah~"

"...they’re so sensitive. Like they’re waiting for me."

"Go on," Alicia urged, her eyes half-closed.

"And Laura’s..." I shifted my left hand, letting my fingers spread across the generous curve of her breast. "Laura’s are softer... and warmer."

"It’s like they’re made for comfort... and I could press my face into them and never want to leave."

"They feel like... like home."

Laura’s breath hitched. She pressed her cheek tighter against my chest.

"Home," she repeated, and her voice was thick with something that wasn’t just arousal.

It was devotion.

"And the nipples?" Alicia pressed, her lips brushing my jaw.

"Alicia’s are like little sparks," I said, and my thumb traced a slow, deliberate circle. "Every touch sends something through me..."

"Laura’s are softer, more gradual—like they’re building something, slowly, until I can’t think straight."

"Mm~" Laura moaned softly, her fingers curling into my chest. "You’re so... descriptive when you’re being naughty."

"I’m just being honest."

"You’re being dangerous."

They both settled back against my chest, their hair falling around me like curtains, and I kept playing with them—slow, teasing, never quite giving them what they wanted, just enough to keep them humming with need.

Then Alicia’s voice changed. It went softer, deeper, the way it did when she was thinking about something that mattered.

"Roland," she said. "I was thinking about... home again."

"About our home."

"Yeah?"

"About what it would look like... A real house."

"With a kitchen and a garden and a big bed that we’d never leave." She paused, and I could feel her heartbeat against my ribs. "And about... about what would fill it."

"With us... All three of us and probably more."

My hands stilled.

"I want to get married," she said plainly. "Not for politics... Not for duty, but for us."

"I want you to stand in front of me and tell me I’m yours, and I want to tell the world I’m yours, and I want to mean it."

She was looking up at me now, and her eyes were bright with tears she refused to let fall.

"And I want to have a child." Her voice cracked. "A child that has your eyes and your smile and your heart."

"A child that we raise together, in a home full of love and laughter and—"

"A-Alicia—"

"Don’t," she said, her voice trembling. "Don’t stop me. Please..."

"I’ve spent my whole life fighting for other people."

"For a kingdom that doesn’t care about me."

"For a title that means nothing if I think about it..."

"I just want... I want a family. With you."

Laura was silent. Completely silent.

For a long, long time.

I felt her fingers tighten on my chest. Her breath was coming in shallow, shaky hitches.

And then she spoke, and her voice was so small I almost missed it.

"...I want that too."