Happiness

**Isadora**

Returning to Quatro Pontes was always a whirlwind of emotions for me. I loved my hometown, but I knew I’d face some ghosts there, especially in the form of my father. However, having Vincent and Thomas by my side made the task feel a little less daunting.

When we arrived at my house, the reception was just as I had expected. My father, with his rigid posture, looked at us with disapproval. He didn’t even try to hide his discomfort at seeing Vincent and Thomas with me. But before I could feel completely uneasy, my mother, Estela, took charge of the situation.

“Stop acting like a fool, Antônio,” she said firmly, crossing her arms. “These two came here out of respect for our daughter. At least show them the same respect in return.”

My father hesitated, then finally sighed, muttering an apology.

“Apologies for my rudeness,” he said, regarding Vincent and Thomas with a cautious look.

Thomas, with his natural elegance, responded calmly:

“We understand, sir. We came because we wanted you to know just how much Isadora means to us.”

Vincent, more straightforward and pragmatic, jumped in next:

“And to ensure that, we’ve decided it’s time for you to have more comfort. I’ll buy you a house, one that’s more spacious and offers better conditions.”

My mother brought her hands to her mouth and visibly moved.

“This is… it’s so much more than we could ever ask for. Thank you, Mr. Vincent. Thank you, both of you,” she said, glancing at Thomas as well.

My father, stunned by the gesture, nodded slowly as if trying to process it all.

“That’s… generous. Thank you.”

I smiled, feeling the weight that had seemed to hang over the room dissipate. It was such a good feeling to see how Vincent and Thomas were willing to care not just for me, but for my family too.

******

We left Quatro Pontes with a sense of accomplishment. We decided to extend the trip, stopping by a few towns on the way back. We wandered the streets of small villages, tried local foods, and took pictures like a carefree trio of tourists.

When we finally arrived at my apartment, it was already night. Vincent approached me, wrapping his arms around my waist, while I circled my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair.

“Are you happy?” he asked, a faint smile on his lips.

“Very… so very happy, my love,” I replied.

“We are too,” Thomas said, stepping closer from behind me and wrapping his arms around me, molding his body to mine.

I felt Thomas’s lips press against my neck as Vincent found mine with an urgency that sent shivers through me. It was wonderful to have them with me like this, so natural and effortless between us.

As always, when we were together, we surrendered to moments of pure passion and desire. My body was taken over overwhelmingly by my men. The lovemaking was slow and passionate, and I reached pleasure in every possible way.

Our chemistry was undeniable, something truly incredible. Hours passed without us even noticing, simply enjoying the intimacy and connection between us.

"I'm hungry," I said the next morning.

My stomach was growling, reminding me that since we had arrived at my apartment, all we had done was make love and talk.

"I'm feeling hungry too," Vincent said, but I figured he was referring to another kind of hunger. Before I knew it, he was kissing my neck, trailing his tongue down my shoulder, and turning me so that my back met the soft mattress of the bed.

"Delicious," he murmured as he planted kisses down my chest, reaching my breasts and making me ache with anticipation to have him inside me again.

I couldn't manage a response, lost in the sensations he was creating. His kisses drove me wild as he sucked and licked my breasts, alternating between one and the other.

My moans were swallowed by Thomas, who claimed my lips with urgency, sucking on them hungrily. As Thomas turned his attention to my breasts, Vincent fulfilled my desire, entering me and moving with firm, deep thrusts.

It didn’t take long before he drove me to the edge once again.

“Ohhh!” I couldn’t hold back my cry of pleasure as I reached my climax for what felt like the hundredth time that morning.

“Absolutely irresistible!” Vincent exclaimed, reaching his release just seconds after me.

Before I could catch my breath, Thomas took Vincent's place, plunging into me with strong, deliberate strokes. My body was tender, but the pleasure overwhelmed everything else, and soon I was crying out as another orgasm rolled through me.

"I'm exhausted," I admitted, collapsing onto the mattress as Thomas released himself against my stomach, marking me with his seed.

I was still trying to steady my breathing when one of the phones rang in the room. It was Vincent's, and as he answered, his expression softened.

“Hi, Grandma,” he said, and Thomas and I exchanged curious glances.

Vincent put the phone on speaker, allowing us to hear Esmeralda’s familiar voice on the other end.

“Good morning, darlings. I’m calling to invite you all to lunch at my house. A Sunday family gathering. I want to see all of you here.”

I smiled at her words, and Thomas was the first to respond:

“It would be our pleasure, Esmeralda.”

“We’d be happy to come,” I added, feeling a wave of joy and comfort wash over me.

Vincent ended the call with a smile, and the three of us exchanged looks, sharing a moment of quiet intimacy.

“Sunday with family,” Vincent repeated, and something in the way he said it warmed my heart.

At last, everything felt like it was falling into place. Our relationship seemed to be gaining more acceptance, and it was becoming easier knowing the people who truly mattered were on our side.

What society thinks no longer matters, I thought, looking at my two loves.