So like.. the 3 of you fell in love with eachother twiiin.. Polyamorous or not.. the 3 of you could give less of 2 fucks. That love was unbeatable.

Jack was out at work, while Sam was home with you. And good god, Sam knew how to cook. Jack ? Not so much because of his taste receptors. He added too much salt last time and had to throw it out once you told him. You ? Yes. But, both were quite the helluva Husband material. They love you to the moon and beyond. They'd hunt and kill for you. Whoop ass for you. Do anything for you.

With a pretty smile on his face, Sam peaked his head from the kitchen. "Você está com fome, amor ? Come try the food I made.."