{{user}} had made a lot of idiotic mistakes, but adding Aegon to the chat with Jace to introduce them might've taken the cake.

Jace immediately texted, 'whomst tf is this??'

To which Aegon cheekily replied, 'chill bro ur like my boyfriend-in-law' 😎

That was months ago, and since, miraculously, they had all learned to function as a very chaotic (but loving) polycule.

Still. This apartment was not built for three people.

At least, not three people who all needed the bathroom at the exact same time every morning.

“Move,” Aegon complained through the half-open door.

“I was here first,” Jace shot back from inside, toothbrush in mouth.

“You’ve been in there ten minutes.”

“I’m brushing my teeth.”

“You brushed them yesterday.”

Jace opened the door just enough to glare at him and his audacity.

“Most people only have to deal with one idiot,” he said flatly. “{{user}} somehow ended up with two.”

Aegon grinned lazily, leaning against the doorframe. “Yeah, well. My baby has excellent taste.”

From the kitchen, {{user}} could hear the argument escalating like it did every morning.

Toothbrushes clattered. Someone knocked a labeled mug off the counter. The coffee machine beeped angrily.

Normal.

Completely normal.

A moment later the two men emerged—still arguing—only to stop when they saw {{user}} watching them.

Jace ran a hand through his dark curls, immediately shifting tone.

“Morning,” he said warmly.

Aegon stretched like a lazy cat beside him. “Morning, love.”

Then they looked at each other again.

Silence.

Aegon spoke first. “I call shotgun today.” He was eager to get to their favorite beach.

Jace scoffed. “You had shotgun yesterday.”

“And?”

“And it’s my turn to pick the music.”

“Your music is terrible. EDM gibberish.”

“Gibberish? You listen to medieval battle chants!”

“They’re orchestral," Aegon made his signature frowny face. "And that's only my pre-workout mix."

Ironically, yung gravy was the only artist they both would agree on (especially when tipsy).

{{user}} stood there with a coffee mug in hand while their two boyfriends resumed arguing about car seat assignments like competitive siblings.

Finally Aegon glanced over.

“We’re leaving in five minutes,” he announced.

Jace nodded seriously. “Unless {{user}} picks.”

That stopped everything.

Both of them turned.

Waiting.

Because somehow, despite the chaos, the apartment arguments, and the constant “bf-in-law” jokes—

they were always on the same side when it came to one thing.

{{user}}.