Chapter 7

They were locked in there for four hours. Benedict continued in his chair, with his elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. Lizzie was lying on the floor, next to him, with her feet on the couch cushion. Tom was sitting on the same couch; he was in the best position to admire her.
Nobody spoke, Lizzie was playing with the key and with a sign of his hand called Benedict closer, he went for the couch too, which was now divided between Thomas, Lizzie's legs and Benedict. And they were there, staring at nothing.
Thomas was the lover, there wasn't anything or anyone that could love Lizzie more dearly than him, he was willing to do whatever she wanted; his greatest desire was to be with her whenever she needs it, always. Benedict was like the older brother; his feelings were cruder, he cared a lot, went crazy for feeling jealous, and wanted, above all, to protect her. Both wanted to keep her around, no matter what.
And this was the perfect place for Lizzie, where she most fit. Her whole life was a path to this very moment. Her heart was calm, her soul happy. She rolled her delicate fingers by the key, she was looking so innocence. Her heart was in the hands of others, but yet, she felt so comfortable and safe.

- Ok then, if you both think this is the only solution, I agree. But let me tell you, I do not think this will work. - Benedict sighed as he spoke, as if his mind had already gone through all the alternatives, and coming to the conclusion that nothing else would work.
Lizzie and Tom exchanged glances.
- Are you sure you want this? - Lizzie asked as she sat on the floor and rested her chin on Benedict's knee. - The last thing I want to do is to force you into something you don't want.
- I've made my decision, I think I'm ready. - Finishing with a smirk that only he had.
- So I guess you WILL have to buy a bigger bed. - Mocked Lizzie. Winking at him.
- You cannot sleep in the hallway right? - Countered Benedict.
Lizzie got up and sat on the couch between them, holding their hands.
- Now we are free. - She joked after putting the apartment key on the coffee table.
They continued with their lives, the three always together, for who was on the outside nothing really changed, but for them a new life was born.
It wasn't easy in the beginning; there were many quarrels and jealousies. Countless times one said that he would give up, but the next day love brought him back.
They were on the same couch, months and months later, Tom on the right and Benedict on left, and Lizzie lying between them, her head in Tom's lap and with her bare feet on Benedict's legs.
- Did you guys ever imagined that this could happen? – She asked
- No. I certainly did not. – Went Benedict, and later laughing.
- Neither did I. - began Tom - but this is the thing about love, it caught us by surprise, it hold us in their nest, playing with our hearts, just to make sure that we will be the right person to our significant other. No, I never thought that this would happened to me, but this does not mean that, something inside me did not waited for this my whole life.

The End