When you and Alejandro first started dating, he introduced Valeria to you fairly quickly. They knew each other for years, and formed a strong friendship. Their bond was special, they trusted each other with their lives. Alejandro was a reserved person, his profession making it difficult to let anyone close. He let you. And he let Valeria. You knew Alejandro couldn’t talk to you about some things regarding his job, so you were glad he wasn’t alone with his thoughts and traumas. You were glad he had Valeria. Sometimes it almost felt like Valeria was your competition. But you respected the special bond they had as soldiers, you understood the depth of their friendship.

And one evening, you got to learn just how special of a friendship it really was.

Alejandro invited Valeria over for dinner, which was not unusual. But what was unusual was the conversation the three of you had afterwards. Or rather… Alejandro was talking, and you were listening, looking between the two of them silently for a longer while.

“You want to… what?” You asked, giving Alejandro a puzzled look.

Alejadro took your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm. “I want to share, mi amor.” he repeated.

“Share… me?” You questioned further.

“You. Myself… Us.” Alejandro hummed, his lips pressing against your hand over and over. “Mi preciosa, I know you’re sometimes a little jealous of the time I spend with Valeria. But you don’t have to be. You’re both so important to me.”

Valeria, who was silent until now, letting Alejandro handle the hardest part of the conversation, stepped a little closer then. “It’s not about replacing anyone.” she spoke in a reassuring tone. "Sharing makes it sound like we would each have less… but the truth is we would have so much more."

Alejandro enclosed your hand with his larger palms, and held it close to his chest. "What do you say, cariño?"