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hoped for,” she quietly admitted.
    Ippy shook his head.
    Caelum agreed. It wasn’t ideal. Another pack would have been the simple solution, he supposed. “We’ll figure it out.”
    Hannah forced another smile, and before she could give him some false ray of hope he bent his head to kiss away the lie of her smile. She was cold against him though, and he pulled away, giving her some space. But when he did so, she wasn’t even looking at him. Instead she turned to Ippy. “You okay with this? I know you saw us kissing earlier. But I want to make sure that you aren’t jealous that I’m kissing Caelum.”
    Ippy shrugged . I’m not bothered.
    “Or jealous?” she pressed.
    Ippy rolled his eyes. Not jealous. Not bothered.
    Before Caelum kissed her again he reached around Hannah’s lap to take Ippy’s hand in his. As Hannah turned back to him, easily sliding her arms around his shoulders and opening her mouth to him, he held Ippy’s hand. He wanted Ippy to know that he was still thinking about him, too. It was Hannah in his arms, but they were both on his mind and in his heart. Ippy gave his hand a squeeze and Caelum smiled against Hannah’s lips.
    Caelum pulled away before the kiss could go further, though it was hard for him to do so. As he sat back up, Hannah moved onto his lap, easily folding herself against his chest as she pulled her legs up and underneath her while still keeping herself turned toward Ippy, who took up her empty place. He got comfortable beside them as Caelum wrapped an arm around Hannah’s side, keeping her close and on his lap, then put his other hand into Ippy’s between them on the couch.
    Ippy leaned forward to turn on the TV and soon they were lost in an action movie that took no concentration to understand. Caelum was glad for his choice as he rested his head against Ippy’s shoulder and pretended that life could always be this easy among the three of them.
    Almost two hours later, the movie was over and Caelum lifted a sleeping Hannah into his arms as he rose from the couch. Ippy followed along with him and then moved around him, leading the way to the room Hannah had claimed for herself. The one furthest away from his, Caelum realized as a hint of a frown marred his face. Ippy pulled back the fresh blankets Caelum had laid over the bed that morning and Caelum laid Hannah into it. As one they tucked her in and took turns kissing her cheek before leaving her room as silently as possible.
    She’s cute when she sleeps, Ippy said as Caelum straightened up the living room. There wasn’t much to clean up. Mostly it was just busy work to stall the inevitable. He didn’t want to go to bed, not yet, at least. But they’d come on a long plane ride and though he couldn’t remember ever experiencing it for himself, he knew that jet lag could be debilitating. And so he knew he’d probably be going to bed early that night to keep from waking them up.
    “She’s always cute,” Caelum softly replied.
    Ippy shot him a grin and fluffed one of the pillows on the couch that had gotten crushed as they’d spread out to watch the movie. You haven’t seen her pissed off yet. She’s not quite as cute when she’s out for blood. Thankfully it’s never been mine.
    Caelum couldn’t help the smile that came over him as he pictured Hannah angry enough to no longer be attractive to him. He couldn’t do it, though, and ended up grinning because of it. “I look forward to it,” he answered Ippy honestly. He wanted to experience that with them both, all the moments he’d missed with them over the past five years because he’d been here and they’d been in the states.
    “I was lonely without you both,” he admitted, stepping back from the couch and meeting Ippy’s icy gaze.
    We had the dreams, Ippy reminded him.
    Caelum shrugged. “Yes, we did. But they weren’t enough for me. There was still so much of a disconnect. Tell me you didn’t feel it, too.”
    Shaking his head, Ippy came closer to him