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'Warm All Night'

🦊Request: 4. I actually want to see rio sleeping outside for once, would be fun and ags would just tease her by saying "oh, don't worry rio, i will keep our baby warm all night"🦊

SORRY FOX I FORGOT TO FINISH IT! HERE IT IS <3 I only have one fox request left!

Warning: Daddy Mommy Kink / Fluff / Tension / Hurt /Comfort / Domestic Fluff / Triad Polyamory / Therapist Rio / Psych Agatha / Reader Trains Service Dogs / Arguements / Backstory / No Magic AU / Smoking Cigarettes / Drinking / Campfires / Wanted to go camping but I can't lol so they will!

4. I actually want to see rio sleeping outside for once, would be fun and ags would just tease her by saying "oh, don't worry rio, i will keep our baby warm all night"

You and Rio loved camping every summer. Agatha pretended not to like it but something about seeing you and Rio skinny dipping always cheered her up.

But Agatha demanded you at least rent a cabin. So that is how this whole mess started.

It was Thursday and all of you had taken Friday and Monday off to go to this gorgeous cabin. You were excited as Agatha drove your old pickup truck. The bed was full to the max of stuff you probably didn’t need. Rio had cracked open another Arizona mango tea. She had a map pulled open as she told Agatha which back roads to go down. There was zero service where you were. Which you knew was Rio’s preference. No electronics, no checking on work emails.

You had appointed yourself as DJ because one time you got your partners lost in Yellowstone, and now you never got the chance to give directions ever again. And Agatha got car sick way too easily so she drove the majority of the long car trips, which always made Rio antsy to get out and walk around.

You opened the music that you’d spent hours downloading last night instead of packing. Your sunglasses pulled over your forehead as you picked another tune. Agatha and Rio rolled down the windows a few miles back to smell how delicious the air was.

No smog here.

It felt cleaner now, as you sped down gravel roads. The tree’s getting taller and taller as you got closer to the cabin.

You put on Caamp ‘ All the Debts I Owe.’ And you sang the lyrics obnoxiously loud and threw the dial all the way up so that the sound system vibrated the bench seat.

“Honey, honey, get the kids in the car now

Put the cash in the trunk, get the keys, let's go

Hit the biggest bank in Chicago

For all it had, we're thieves you know

Remember the thing that I told ya'

Three years, two moons ago?

I promise I’ll be right behind you

But you’re gonna die if you don’t hit the road”

You kiss Agatha’s cheek, and she smiles as the wind whips her hair. Rio puts her arm out across the back of the bench, and you place your warm palm against the inside of her thigh and she instinctively grins happily at the contact.

Keep your lights down, keep your voice down low

Wear your hair down, whichever way you go

And I’ll meet you in Idaho

Three kids in the back of a Caddy

She said, "Come here and kiss your wife"

And I know you’re real mad at me

But you’re on your way to some kind of life

Daniel, John, and Abby

Promise me you’ll treat your mother nice

Keep your lights down, keep your voice down low

You sing along too loudly, and the car slows eventually as Agatha knows the turn into the dirt driveway to the cabin. She turns off the engine, and you and Rio are out of the truck so fast. She doesn’t have time to yell at either of you.

You throw your old David Bowie T-shirt at your wife and Rio barely avoids getting hit with it as she takes off her tank top and throws it at you to slow you down.

You two have an ongoing tradition that the first to get into the water doesn’t have to do dishes the whole weekend. Agatha has tried to stop you two from doing this, but no such luck.

You grab Rio around the waist, and she yells at you, but you pull her back, and you don’t take your red vans off as you dive off the dock and into the water.

You let your body be unguled by the ice cold water. You hear the water splash under the lake, but you were still surprised when Rio’s hands find your hips and she guided you up to the surface.

You wrapped your legs around her and you both broke the water above cuddling her hands found your thighs and held onto you.

“You little cheat!” Rio spits out lake water and pushes one hand to smooth her hair.

“You are always such a sore loser!” You tease, and Rio grabs your chin and pulls you in for a wet kiss. Her lips are wet but you push your body into hers so you can kiss her even closer.

Rio bites your bottom lip and you moan and she dunks your face under the water while you are distracted. You pop back up and spit out water.

“That is me being a sore loser! You wanna see a sore loser!” Rio teased but you splashed her while you started to swim away from your wife. “Hey! Where do you think you are going, Ariel? Come back here and kiss me! I’ll be your pretty Prince Eric! Oh my god you swim fast, what are you part fish? I married a mermaid! Or are you a Selkie? DON’T IGNORE ME!” Rio tried to swim after you but you were faster. And she was talking too much.

Grabbing the edge of the old dock, you easily hoisted your wet, dripping body onto the old wood. Your vans made a squishy noise as you put wait on them once more. Water pouring out of your poor shoes.

Agatha sauntered overpulling her sunglasses up to her hair, and threw a towel at you. You caught it and wrapped it around your shoulders.

“I will not be unpacking the truck alone, get your tight ass OUT OF THE WATER RIO HARKNESS!” Agatha yells at the one wife still trying to swim to the dock.

You ignored your wives walking up to the doc with your wet vans until you get to the truck. You find a large, dark green duffle bag with all three of your clothes, and you pull out a sweatshirt from a greenhouse Rio worked in when she was twenty-two. You take off your wet bra. Throwing it across the inside dash to dry. No one is around for miles, so you can be naked and no one but your wives is gonna see it. Your nipples harden from the cold water, and you put the tie-dye green house sweatshirt on.

Kicking your shoes off and throwing them on your truck rooftop. You grab the two biggest duffels and start to unload the truck. Opening the old cabin door and throwing the stuff down. You heard Rio and Agatha outside flirting and bickering, which was the same thing for them.

You came back out, and Rio eyed you like you had hurt her sense of self.

“You are on my shit list pretty lady.”

“Oh no, what’ll I do. You are so scary.” You tease, and Rio is gawking in offense at you. Agatha just rolls her eyes and shoves three brown bags of groceries into Rio’s wet arms.

“You know you could have brought me a towel too,” Rio complains at Aggie who just takes the cooler with the ice and starts to walk towards the cabin. You find your phone and the small JBL speaker that you’d stolen from Rio. Turning your tunes back on, you finished bringing it all in.

Aggie was sorting the dry food into the pantry, and all the cold stuff was in the fridge. Rio found the big bag of charcoal and started up the grill. You made the bed, putting your pillows and sheets on. It just felt better to have the smell of home. So you threw the summer quilt across the bed and then found the toiletry bag to locate a hair tie. You grabbed two onto your arm, and then went back into the kitchen.

Agatha put the tea kettle on, which was so on brand. She’d been here less than thirty minutes and needed tea. You located the ‘Southern Comfort’ and put it on the counter. Agatha saw it and took out three mugs, being together this long meant words weren’t needed.

You opened the fridge to find one of the giant containers of ground beef and two portobello mushrooms. You took out a clean plate and formed the burgers, and salted the mushrooms. Agatha sliced the cheese and put it on the side of the plate you were working on. Aggie leaned across the small space to kiss your cheek. Your lips curled at the corners in pleasure at her touch, then you turned and walked out to your cranky wife.

Rio, howeve,r was a lot less cranky when you walked out. She’d stolen the speaker back. And she was playing your playlist, continuing the song from the drive. You always liked it when Rio and Agatha enjoyed your extremely thought out playlists.

You wrapped your arms around Rio from behind, who put her hand over your arms.

You released Rio and then pulled her wet hair back with the secon hair tie and put it in a messy bun on top of her hair. She thanked you in spanish and you squeezed her butt before going back inside to help Aggie. The song played through the screendoor now.

‘Wear your hair down, whichever way you go

And I’ll meet you in Idaho

I know you’ll miss me, I’m barely fifty

Ain't comin' with me are all the debts I owe

You don’t have to kiss me, just bear with me

And I'll be back someday I hope

I know you’ll miss me, I’m barely fifty

Ain't comin' with me are all the debts I owe

You don’t have to kiss me, just bear with me

And I'll be back someday I hope

Oh, I hope

Oh, oh, oh, I hope’

You three work together to make dinner, and you eat on the picnic table on the back deck looking out onto the lake.

You pass Rio her vegan ketchup, and Agatha pours you ice water to go with your hot toddy. Which was another tradition for camping.

Rio reaches over to hand you the bread and butter pickles as you build your burger.

“Rio, are you wearing the strap?” Agatha asks as she serves the salad onto Rio’s plate.

Just as Rio is about to take a bite of her portobello she stops. She looks confused for a minute.

“I thought you packed it?”

“Rio! I told you to pack it or wear it! You said ‘Yeah of course.’”

“No, no, you asked me to pack the straps to the truck! Like the bungee cords!”

“Rio Harkness, why would I tell you to pack it or WEAR IT, if it was bungee cords?” Agatha groaned in frustration, throwing her napkin at Rio’s face.

The crumpled napkin hit Rio in the face as she panicked.

You took a knife and cut your burger as the two tops freaked out over sex toys. You were so hungry you weren’t super worried about it right now.

“It’s not a big deal! We don’t need sex toys! We got fingers and mouths!” Rio says, and Agatha grinds her jaw.

“Sex toys, as in you didn’t pack any! As in you didn’t pack the rope or I don’t know, after care pack?” That was what Agatha was really upset about.

Rio gulped now, and you turned to look at your wife.

Now she was in real trouble. You three lived a pretty kinky life style. You had specific aftercare things. It was one of Aggie’s rules that no kink scene could take place without proper aftercare. You loved it about your wife.

That didn’t mean you couldn’t get spanked in a bathroom in Ross for being a brat. Because that still happened a lot…

But no care kit meant no kinky scenes….

Rio knew in this moment, that she’d fucked up.

“I thought you we-” She scrambles for help.

“No! We made a list! You read the list you were in charge of after care packs! You were in charge of sex toys! You were in charge of shampoo an-” Agatha realized in that moment that she didn’t have shampoo for this trick.

“Can I start by throwing our younger wife under the bus by saying she was downloading music for hours? ” Rio tried for comedy and you shrieked with a mouth full of burger.

“No, you cannot throw Bunny under because you were inept! Did you even read the list?” Agatha wasn’t a happy camper.

“If I plead the fifth, can I maybe g-”

“You are so getting punished. And tomorrow you can drive three hours to the nearest town and buy us shampoo and conditioner. And I don’t know, fucking soap!” Agatha is peeved to say the least, but Rio is joking too much. And you know that she’s not taking this seriously, and that means it’ll only get worse.

But you eat your burger. Part of being married to Agatha and Rio for the past ten years means you know when to join in and when to hang back.

And you didn’t want or need to be in this fight.

You three eat, and Agatha throws barbs at Rio every now and then, and Rio only makes it worse.

Rio is stuck on dish duty as you go take a shower with no soap, just to get the lake water out of your hair a little.

When you come back, Rio is in her boxers and baggy grey sleep shirt and she’s on the bed smoking a cigarette.

Oh shit, this wasn’t good.

“Forget it, I’m not doing it!” Agatha growled but didn’t look up from her book.

Oh man, you wondered when this would come up.

Rio always tried to get Agatha and you to go sleep in the tent the first night. She’d pack a tent and say just one night in the tent.

Agatha did not sleep in tents.

Agatha was a tough mother fucker, she worked hard, she liked nice things. Agatha could tie you and suspend you in under five minutes.

But Agatha liked bubble baths, soft plum colored cashmere sweaters, and a good cup of tea. You loved this about Aggie, you loved that after a long day of work you could crawl into Agatha’s lap in the study. Where she’d have a book and a steaming cupa. Where she’d play with your hair like you were her kitty curled up. Agatha was hard as nails to defend you and she’d proven time and time again that she was your protector.

Rio on the other hand.

Rio was just as smart and just as protective over you. But Rio was way more rough and tumble. Rio had grown up with a lot of brothers. Rio was way more likely to wear biker boots and a flannel. Rio listened to rock music and was obsessed with getting the slugs to leave your veggie garden alone.

Rio was thoughtful, keeping Agatha’s favorite flowers in the garden.

Rio loved sex rough; she’d get this pent-up energy, and you two would end up wrestling. Somehow, it always ended with you naked, even if it didn’t start sexual.

Where Agatha liked to leave big bite marks, Rio liked to suck and give hickies.

They were opposite sides of the same coin.

Agatha was cool and calculated but had a slicing tone. Rio was loud and abrasive and spoke before she thought.

The first time you ever went home to meet Rio’s family, they instantly loved you. Agatha would constantly get overstimulated, having grown up with a single mother who was cruel.

Rio’s Abuela understood this, she loved Agatha and would often pull her off to the side away from the nine cousins and many brothers who tried to play with you and get you drunk.

Rio and you always made sure Agatha didn’t get uncomfortable in these parties. Because they were a lot. But you could tell a lot about Rio from her large family.

Your home was the perfect mix of rainy sunday spent curled up on the sofa, talking. Rio and you had Friday horror movie nights, and Agatha rolled her eyes but spoke through the whole film.

Agatha bought tickets to the Opera, and you had Thai food Wednesday dates.

Rio was an early riser ,and you two went to endless greenhouses as Aggie slept in.

They were opposites.

Though Rio and Agatha had their own things too.

You got out of work later than they did, which always bothered your wives. They texted you throughout the day, making sure you’d eaten the lunch Rio packed or drank the water bottle Agatha demanded you consume.

Every night, you’d come home to see them playing Scrabble. Their weird thing.

You don’t know why or how they’d started this.

But dirty words were double points, and on the fridge, they kept a scoreboard. Making wagers and sexual favors for whoever won.

It was hilarious to come home to Rio shouting and Agatha sipping her wine in victory. Rio won too, but not as often.

You’d come in to the smell of dinner waiting for you, they always waited no matter how late.

And Rio was usually screaming at the top of her lungs.

“YOUR FATHER WAS A HAMPSTER AND YOUR MOTHER SMELT OF ELDERBERRIES! YOU CUNT! THAT IS NOT A WORD! AND IT’S NOT ON A DOUBLE POINT SPACE!”

Agatha would cackle her witch's laugh, and you knew Rio had lost again.

They argued about philosophy and weather or not a therapy technicuqe was sound. They’d talk about their patients, never names of course, but questions for each other. It was like they got a kick out of each other’s brains, and you would quietly watch the two of them.

Like they played their own game, and you were the only one who understood the rules.

There were things that drove you all insane that each of you did. Rio refused to drink out of a glass for milk and juice. She always forgot to remembered to write food you were out of on the grocery list. You hadn’t ever put your socks in the hamper and never remembered to bring your to-go mugs in from your truck. Agatha had never, not once, thrown her tea bag out in the trash. Always leaving it in the mug in the sink. And she left more hair in the drain then a yeti.

But you had your rules, house rules; like everyone in bed by ten pm no matter what. This was a hard rule for you and Rio.

You had your intimacy rules, Rio would get really upset if you and Agatha watched a documentary without her. Even though she slept through documentaries.

Neither of them liked it if you didn’t text them that you got to work safely. Or if you left them on read for more than thirty minutes in fact.

You hated it when Agatha got angry and raised her voice, so Aggie had learned to keep her tone lower even in arguments with you. Because she understood it was a trauma point for you. She yelled at Rio who grew up in yelling and didn’t mind though. This didn’t bother you.

You had your kink rules, no one choked Agatha, not ever. Rio loved using knives on you but did not like being tied up with rope at all. You didn’t usually top but Rio switched back and forth every now and then. You didn’t like queer slurs used in bed, and disliked being blindfolded, stuff like that.

Agatha was a licensed Psychiatrist.

Rio was a licensed Adolescent and Family Therapist.

You taught service dogs and worked with people with varying disabilities.

Which is how you’d all met. You’d started the organization, and met them at a conference. You three spoke on a panel for mental health.

You didn’t know each other. But the more each of you spoke, the more turned on by how fucking smart each of you were you all got.

Rio would always claim she was first.

But at the hotel, which was comped, you were at the bar with one of your free drink tokens. You were looking at the list of cocktails.

It was really Agatha who walked up first.

“You know, the martini is actually very good.”

You looked up to see her, her hair no longer up tight, but gorgeous and long around her shoulders. Her lipstick not as dark a red as it was on the panel.

“Good to know, but I’m not big on olives.” You say conversationaly, always unaware of a gorgeous woman hitting on you. But Agatha wasn’t deterred, and she found you adorable. You both sat at a table as you decided on a drink. But her company was so distracting that you didn’t order.

You both talked for about twelve minutes (yes, it matters) before Rio came over.

“What are you two beautiful women doing here at the bar?” She teased, and Agatha arched an eyebrow. Unsure of who Rio was flirting with, but never one to lose. Agatha had decided she liked you, and she wouldn’t be going back to her hotel room alone. If things went how she wanted, you’d both be spending a lot more than a night together.

“Where else would we be, Doc?” You teased, fingers still holding the menu and Rio’s face lit up, enjoying your game.

“Well, most people are at the pool.” Rio sat down at your table.

“I work with service animals for a living, if I wanted to swim in urine I’d go back to the kennel. Besides I didn’t bring a bathing suit, and this doesn’t seem like the place for skinny dipping.” You said and both Agatha and Rio’s eyebrows raised.

They liked you.

“Kinky girl, and perhaps we can skinny dip later, I didn’t see any signs against it.” Rio flirts back easy and Agatha is both turned on and frustrated by the Therapist.

“Well, right now she’s picking a drink.” Agatha states like she was ‘here first’ and she wasn’t sure what Rio was doing, but she wasn’t getting the signs.

“Oh, what are you having?” Rio asked and you eyed the list. Unaware of Rio and Agatha looking at each other.

“Haven’t made up my mind.” You say not realizing they weren’t talking about drinks right now.

“Let me choose one for you,” Rio states, doesn’t ask, but she eyes Agatha.

“No, I’m sure she’s going to try a martini. They’re very good, even without olives.” Agatha’s eyes turn stern and full of seduction at Rio. You lick your lips still looking down, still unaware.

“No, you have to try the Mexican Muel, it’s got tequila. Nothing is as good as tequila. Especially if we move this party over to the pool.”

Agatha chuckles but it doesn’t reach her eyes. Rio licks her top lip and Agatha’s eyes fall down to it. But they both turn to look at you, wondering if you feel how hot it’s gotten at your table.

Their eyes fall to your neck and cleavage. You tilt your head to the side and they both trail their gaze down your throat to the small bit of lacey bra peaking out to play with them.

Agatha is the first to snap out of her hunger to speak, realizing no one had in a minute.

“Tequilia may be fun, but it’s not good long term. And everyone regrets it in the morning. A martini has class. It’s made for more than a good time.”

Rio laughs now and Agatha smirks like she’s winning.

You look up now and realize finally that the conversation is flirtatious. You don’t know people, not like the doctors at your table.

But you knew animals.

Rio’s eyes were dilated, and it wasn’t the drink. And she kept licking her lips like she had a juicy bone.

Where as Agatha’s voice had dropped a level, she had a flush at the base of her neck. And she was playing with the stem of her glass like it had an erogenous zone.

You understood now.

They were flirting, you realized you were a third wheel here. That was a bummer, seeing as they were both gorgeous. You would have killed to be a fly on the wall of their hotel room tonight.

“You know, I think I’ll go order that drink. You two have fun.” You say with a knowing expression but Agatha and Rio both grab your arms gently.

“Where are you going?” Agatha’s voice cracks in panic.

“You don’t want to go swimming?” Rio says ontop of Agatha.

You were half standing up and you realized you’d misread this situation. Much like you always did with people who were flirting with you.

You slowly sat back down and the waiter came over and both Agatha and Rio were looking at you expectantly.

“Do you know what you’d like to drink?”

They waited for you to decide and you thought about it for a moment.

Go big or go home, you figured.

“I have two free drink chips, can I cash them both in now?” You asked him, not looking at either women.

“Of course, you want both now?”

“Yes, I want both.” You said and your life was never the same.

As for your job. You’d always had a thing for dogs. And you had what the person who trained you a decade and a half ago called “Alpha temperament.” Which you’d always thought was a fucking joke.

But Rio said it made ‘perfect sense’. Because when you walked into a room full of dogs, you were calm and assertive.

All eyes were on yo,u waiting for a command.

You’d joked while tipsy that it didn’t transfer to the bedroom once at dinner, and Agatha snorted. Before feeding you a piece of her pasta off her fork. You bit it and she told you very flirtatiously in front of work friends;

“I think your wives would disagree, you always have our attention in the bedroom.”

You didn’t consider yourself the alpha of much of anything in life.

Agatha and Rio were the ones who grabbed your arm that evening at the bar.

But you were in these times, an emotional power bottom for sure.

You knew you could fix this fight in a matter of sentences. But you felt like you shouldn’t have to.

Rio was being stubborn and waiting for Agatha to go pitch a fucking tent. So she was punishing her by smoking inside.

Agatha was sitting on the wooden kitchen chair. Her glasses were on as she pretended to read. You knew for a fact she wasn’t reading, her eyebrows said it all.

She was being passive aggressive, which was very scary on Agatha.

Rio had taken out a pack of cigarettes. And was smoking inside, two things Aggie hated.

Rio had argued for the rule to be made that while we were camping, she was allowed such luxuries. Agatha didn’t agree, thus the tension.

You stepped into the main room of the cabin and sighed.

Eyeing Aggie and turning to the right and looking at Rio. The two of them were in a power play standoff.

You groaned and went outside, letting the old door slam behind you.

This was supposed to be fun. This was a vacation.

It was so hard to get your schedules to match up for this. You had to train someone for the past two weeks to take over your main admin duties. And you knew a mess waited for you.

You went to the truck to find a pile of wood, and you reached into the glove box for your favorite lighter.

Going out towards the river that connected to the lake. You set out to build a campfire for yourself.

It didn’t take five minutes for Rio to come find you.

She carried a folded chair, a tent, and marshmallows.

She threw the tent down and you reached out for her. She unfolded the chair and handed you the marshmallows, but you shook your head.

Rios' eyebrows raise,d and she looked over her shoulder to see if Aggie was there. Before taking the half-burnt American Spirit out of her mouth and handing it to you.

You sucked in enjoying the burn and taste of nicotine.

“Mi corazón! You tryin to get me in more trouble? Aye!” Rio teased, but you glared at her now.

“What’s that? Why are you mad at me?”

You didn’t like that. You never picked sides when they argued. And Agatha and Rio were always the voice of reason if you were mad at one of them. No one played sides, only love was there at the end of the day.

“You couldn’t just apologize to Aggie? You had to push her buttons and make our first night all fucked up? Come on Papi! You just had to say sorry, and you wouldn’t be fighting!”

“We aren’t fighting!” Rio commented like it wasn’t her fault at all. You were getting angry now.

“Rio, if we aren’t fighting, then why are none of us naked and making love right now under the stars?”

Which was the plan all along.

You ask, and Rio huffs a breath and reaches for the cig. She thinks about this.

She pats the folded chair for you, you get up, walk over to it and plop down. Not thank ing her and not leaving her.

Rio throws her cigarette into the fire. Before turning and building the tent.

You know Rio better than that.

She’s not ignoring you, she’s asking you to sit with her while she thinks. While she processes this. Rio was a fucking shrink, of course she made mistakes, but she was nothing if not able to find a healthy way to deal with something. She was a king at looking at the bigger picture.

Aggie had a bit more OCD, but it was way manageable. It’s what made her a great Psychiatrist, she saw it like a detective. Like a person was a puzzle and finding the right chemicals to help them were her cases. Agatha wanted people to find stability and safety.

But she was a bit of a control freak and the OCD tendencies every now and then stopped her in her tracks.

A random weekday Rio had broken one of Agatha’s favorite mugs and she didn’t know how to do her mornings. She didn’t get angry or complain, but you both noticed she didn’t know how to do her routine.

It took two mornings before you and Rio talked about it.

Rio and you dug the mug out from the outside trash bucket, found out who made it, and express-shipped a new one.

Agatha needed structure and routine, no matter how much she pretended she didn’t.

And loving Agatha and Rio wasn’t in the big things. Not the gifts, expensive dinners, and nice clothes. It wasn’t even in camping trips and road trip playlists.

It was in the broken mugs and the intimacy of shared silence.

You three took the time to really understand what each other needed to feel safe and loved.

So you gave her the intimacy of shared space and waited for Rio to process and think this through. ‘Why was Rio doing this?’ ‘Why did she feel the need to pick at Agatha?’ ‘Why hadn’t Agatha reached out to solve this problem either?’ ‘Were people's boundaries crossed?’

You knew that these were the things Rio asked to check in with herself.

And you knew Rio would come to a decision on the best next steps shortly.

You reached over to Rio’s ass jean pocket and pulled out the pack, lighting another one. As you watched, Rios' body bend and flex as she easily put up the tent. Even in the quickly dimming light.

Only Rio didn’t get the cool-down time. A resolution didn’t happen.

Agatha came out in a blind rage.

“The fuck is that?” Agatha snapped, and you looked at Rio, and she cringed. Oh! You realized you were smoking. This wouldn’t end well for your ass cheeks.

“Um-“ you start, and Agatha grabs it from your fingers and throws it into the fire. Before she walks over to Rio and grabs the pack you put back, tossing it in as well.

“Well, that’s not good, see it’s got plastic-“ Rio starts always the environmentalist, and Agatha is practically blue with anger. She’s past red, past the veins popping out of her neck and forehead.

“SO BOTH OF MY WIVES WANT LUNG CANCER NOW?!” Agatha fumes, and you stand up.

This was power bottom time.

But she turned to you and held up her finger.

“No!” She snapped, and you bit your lip and sat back down. Agatha turned to Rio once more.

“Tell you what! You want to sleep in a tent so badly? Sounds great! You sleep in the tent, in the cold, by your fucking self! I’ll keep our baby warm tonight! Inside, without you! While punishing her for smoking a cigarette that Daddy brought!” Agatha snarls, and Rio actually looks absolutely frightened.

You reach for the marshmallow bag, but Agatha is faster. She grabs you by your ponytail and leads you back to the cabin.

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In the morning your ass is already deep purple from buises. And you wince and pull out from under Agatha’s body. Neither of you got much sleep, three in a bed was no longer a luxury but a necessity for sleep.

You grimace at the cold floor but you pad over to the dufflebag and find a pair of Rio’s black loose boxers and Agatha’s dark heather crew neck.

You don’t put shoes on as you pad outside to the tent.

You try not to wake Rio up as you unzip the tent flap and you kneel onto the floor of the small canvas.

But Rio’s awake and she’s got her arms behind her head to prop her up as she looks at you.

“Morning Daddy.” You say and Rio gives you a sad smile.

“Hey baby girl.”

“Did you get any sleep at all?”

“Nah, you?”

“An hour and a half. Pretty sure Agatha got less than that.”

“I was an idiot. I’m so sorry I ruined our first night of vacation. I should have apologized. Agatha was right, and I just..” Rio mused and then closed her eyes and breathed.

You rolled onto your side on the floor and curled against her body. One of her arms immediately wrapped around your body.

“Why did it upset you so much?” You asked the right question it seemed.

“You would have been a fantastic therapist.” Rio whispers in the early morning night.

“Funny, Aggie always says I should have been a Psychatrist.”

“You are wicked smart, you could do either. You could do anything you want. We both believe that, anything you ever want, you can do. We believe in you, you know that right? There isn’t a thing we wouldn’t do for you.” Rio says and you turn and kiss her, used to her morning breath, marriage meant not caring. You missed her kisses last night.

When you lean back you look into Rio’s eyes.

“I know. But I’d hate dealing with people all the time. I like dogs, they tell you everything you need to know.” You say and Rio smirks, she liked watching you at work. You were in your element, it was clear to your wives that you were made for your line of work.

“I think I got frustrated, I didn’t take my ADHD meds…and I didn’t want to tell either of you. So I was irritable and upset that I forgot our stuff. I could have been honest, but I was ashamed.” Rio admitted and you brushed the hair out of her eyes.

“We love you, you don’t need to hide your mess ups. We love you no matter what, ok?” You tell her and Rio kisses your nose.

“Let’s go make the apology breakfast of Aggies dreams.” Rio says and you chuckle.

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When Agatha wakes up she panics, neither wife is in her bed. She’d been having a nightmare and neither of you were there. She’s sweaty and she quickly goes to the bathroom to splash water on her face.

She looks up to see shampoo, conditioner, and face soap. Agatha smiles at the sight.

When she opens the door you and Rio are laughing and she eyes you both.

You turn in your seat to see her you get up and kiss Agatha’s cheek. Before taking your leave.

“Where are you going?” Agatha panics and Rio’s face says the same.

“I am going to go for a quick dip. You two talk, then breakfast. I won’t go far.”

“Be careful!” Rio calls out, not loving you going swimming alone. But both of them could see you from the deck.

You swim for around twenty minutes before you get out.

You didn’t bring a towel and you are dripping wet in Rio’s boxers and no shirt. You left Aggies crew neck on the dock and quickly put it over your cold torso.

You hear something in the distance and look back at the cabin. You can see Rio and Agatha holding each other from afar. So you decide it wouldn’t hurt to give them a few more minutes.

So you go to investigate.

You follow a small hiking trail head until you hear a whimper.

Knowing for sure now it’s a dog.

You walk faster worried that the animal is hurt.

That’s when you meet her.

She looked almost etherial in the morning light.

You tilted your head to the side and put a hand out, not walking forward. Letting her come to you.

She did, quickly too. And you pet her after she sniffed you enough. You bent down to see if she had a collar.

“You lost gorgeous? Here with a family?”

You spent the next thirty minutes walking with the dog, who didn’t need to be drug along. She seemed just happy to follow you. You didn’t see any other cabins, and no campers.

Knowing that Rio and Agatha were probably worried about you now. It was time to head back.

“Do me a favor, don’t jump on Agatha. She hates that, unless I do it and I’m naked. And if they let you in the cabin, you cannot under any circumstance eat Rio’s boots. She loves those things. They will say you can’t get up on the bed, but you can get up on the sofa with me. Because I run super cold. We’ll go to the vet tomorrow and see if you have a chip. If not, I think you and I should hang out, how does that sound” You ask as you walk with the sweet golden retriever. “You gotta follow those rules though. Because I don’t want to spend the night in the tent next.”

Her tail wags and she makes a quick detour, you stop and wait for her.

She comes forward with a stick and you are all too happy to throw it as you walk back.

“You know, I was a stray once too. And then these two pretty ladies found me.” You tell the dog who seems happy to rub against your leg every now and then. “I’ll tell you the story of how we fell in love while we walk ok?”

The dog listens to you, as you walk in the early morning of the woods.

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