Author's Note: Welcome to the third chapter of "Third Year After", the continuation of the story begun in "First Year After", and continued in "Second Year After". I recommend that you read the two preceding series, and first two chapters of this series, before beginning this chapter. I hope you enjoy the ongoing story.
Disclaimer: All sexual activity described in this story involves fictional characters over the age of 18.
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March 13, 2015
Jack and Carrie had an early flight to Miami on Saturday morning, so they stopped by with Jody after we got home from work on Friday, before Sandy had made it back from college. Things had thawed enough that Patti got hugs from her parents, but they were still cold as ice towards me. We explained the shift in sleeping arrangements, and took them over to East House, to have Jody drop her suitcase in Sandy's room.
"So, where is Sandy going to sleep?" Carrie asked.
Patti answered, "She has her choice, she can either stay in the center house with Amber, or in the second bedroom of West, Henry's house. We tend to eat our meals together in either of the other two houses, depending on who has volunteered to cook. We'll mainly be here to sleep."
Jack asked, "Amber's not going to sleep here?"
Patti sighed. "Dad, Mom, you obviously disapprove of the relationship Drew and I have with Amber, so we didn't think you would want Jody exposed to more of it than she already knows about by having the three of us sleep together with her in the same house. You can't then turn around and act like she's supposed to be here with us. Unless that means you accept us, finally."
"It's hard, honey," Jack said. "The bible..."
Patti cut him off. "Dad, stop. You know how I feel about relying on the bible as an excuse not to make your own moral decisions, particularly when you only cherry-pick certain passages. This isn't first century Palestine any more, and its prejudices don't belong in the 21st century. Things
have
changed in 2000 years, even in the basic understanding of what marriage is for. This is, after all, the same bible that says a wife surrenders authority over her body to her husband and his to her, the first half of which is invariably quoted by those who want to claim that a husband can't rape his wife, as an excuse for abusers. You wouldn't call that moral by today's standards, would you?"
I added, "While other passages in Paul's epistles say that it's better still for a man to be celibate, because the temptations of the flesh are sinful. Monogamous marriage gets treated as a second-best solution to sin, rather than as an expression of love, which is at least our goal in being together with Amber." I personally suspected Paul of over-compensating for being gay himself when he wrote those things about marriage, but knew saying so would not be well received.
Patti continued, saying to her parents, "Whether you are going to object to the bisexuality or the polyamory in our relationship with Amber, at least show us enough respect to make your arguments based on logic, not stale doctrine that says the bible teaches that one man, one woman is the only valid option, when there were lots of polygamous marriages in it, too. For the record, we consciously use the word polyamory, because it's meant to be gender neutral. A policy that says Drew can have two wives but I can't have two husbands, that I would oppose. So, Dad, other than having other people disapprove of us the way you have, name one way that the three of us or our three kids are harmed by us being together as a loving triad."
"I... I can't," he admitted. "It's just going to take me a while to get used to."
Patti tried to restrain her grin at her father's sudden surrender. "Adopt some new terminology, and it might make it easier. I might call Amber my co-wife or my poly-wife, but we know it's an emotional linkage, rather than a legal one. So, if you call her your daughter-in-
love
instead of daughter-in-
law
, you'll see that her twins are your step-grandkids, although I hope you just drop the step prefix and think of them as grandkids equally with Sharon."
I could see Carrie definitely liked that idea. Jody nearly burst from excitement. "You mean, they're my niece and nephew, too?"
"Of course, sis," Patti said. "Well, Kyra would be your niece anyway, because she's legally my step-daughter. But if you think of Amber as my co-wife, that makes her your sister-in-
love
, instead of sister-in-law. That makes Kenny Jr. your nephew, too. We certainly intend to raise the three of them as brother and sisters without caring about biological vs step-child. Kyra is half-sister to both of them. And with Gavin so close in age and living next door, they're going to be the four musketeers for life."
"Is Gavin my brother-in-law, too?" Jody asked.
"No, it doesn't work that way," Patti said. "He's my brother-in-law, but not yours. That doesn't keep you from considering him family, though."
The thought flashed through my head that, as my son, Gavin was actually Jody's nephew, she just didn't know it.
Jody sighed. "It's so confusing, keeping straight who's related to who."
Patti nodded, saying, "I know, sweetie. Particularly with Henry and Tina marrying last summer. That made Amber and Sandy into Drew's step-sisters, and my sister-in-laws. So having Amber become our poly-wife just doubled the relationships. Just so we're clear, a lot of these relationships are not recognized legally. I hope you think of everyone who lives here as family, but you are related by blood only to me and Sharon, and by the legal marriage only to Drew and Kyra. Everyone else is connected to you by love only. Don't worry about what label to give the love relationships, just focus on the love. For example, if I need to breast feed Gavin because Tina's not home and he's being fussy about taking a bottle, I think of myself as his mom in that moment, because that's how I'm interacting with him. But I'm only his sister-in-law legally."
I could see Jody look down at her chest at the mention of breast-feeding, her thirteen-year-old chest still flat. "I can't wait," she muttered, thinking she wasn't going to be heard.
"Can't wait for what, baby?" Carrie asked.