Knowing I was worried about the upcoming court date, Bobby and Lester decided to take me to the beach for the weekend. "Point Pleasant, is Beautifuls favorite place to come when she's stressed or upset," Lester told me, when we pulled up to a non-descript house at the end of a cul-de-sec.

"So, whose house is this," I asked.

"It's Ranger and Steph's place," Bobby said. "He bought it for her after they decided to get their heads on straight and get together."

The two-story house had four bedrooms and two and a half baths, with a huge great room along the back. Large windows looked out at a back yard that was nothing but sand, which lead down to a dock and the water.

Had they not made it clear that they weren't pressuring me, the scene would have been perfect for a romantic encounter. Instead, knowing I wasn't ready for that next step yet, the boys let me pick my room, then they chose a different one to stay in. Out of respect to Ranger and Steph we all stayed out of the master bedroom.

On Saturday, we woke early, had breakfast on the back porch and enjoyed the fresh sea air. Then we headed to the actual beach, where with Lester and Bobby's creative help, the three of us managed to play in the water a bit, before we decided to lay in the sun for a few hours. Several times, I caught women looking longingly at my men as we lay together on the blanket. A few even shot me dirty looks. Amusement lit in me at the idea I could possibly be the envy of other women. Never in my life would I have expected to find myself in such a situation.

After lunch, we returned to the house, showered and changed, then headed back up to the boardwalk where we went to this cute little aquarium, and Lester bought me a stuffed penguin. When I asked why, he told me he'd never seen me exude such unencumbered joy before, and he wanted to make sure I had that much joy in my heart all the time. So, if a little black and white bird could make me smile like that, he'd buy a stuffed version for my very own.

Because I was still on crutches, he ended up carrying that nearly two-foot stuffed bird around all afternoon, as we perused the shops and enjoyed the sun and salt air. Not once did he complain. I especially enjoyed our game of mini golf. It was funny to see my two men taking turns holding the penguin, whenever it was the other's turn to putt.

As the afternoon gave way to evening, Bobby informed me that he'd made reservations at one of his favorite restaurants. "The Poached Pear is a great little bistro that's only a few blocks from the house," he said.

He was right. My meal was amazing. The dessert even better. Our walk back to the house was quiet and pleasant, even with me on crutches, and I realized for the first time since Aaron's death, I really was happy. That night I snuggled in the bed with the penguin and fell asleep within minutes. No laying in the dark worrying about my life or trying to figure out my future. Just happiness and sleep.

I awoke the next morning to the sound of thunderstorms and made my way downstairs. I found Bobby and Lester stretched out on the sectional in the living room, watching the storm through the big windows. They each held a cup in their hands. Bobby spotted me first and smiled. "There you are sleepy head."

Lester turned to look at me over the back of the couch. "How are you doing this morning?"

"Tell me there's more coffee and my life will be perfect," I replied.

His grin turned wry as he motioned to the kitchen. "There's a cup on the counter for you."

Thank goodness.

We spent a good portion of the day sitting around watching the rain and talking. I learned how, when Bobby's family found out about him and Lester, they turned their backs. Sadly, I knew that feeling all too well, and finally shared some of my family history. I told them how my father had walked out when Simon and I were young. My mother began to drink, leaving us to pretty much raise ourselves. Her drinking only became worse after Simon's death. When I tried to intervene, she disowned me.

Bobby placed an arm around my shoulders, pulling me against him. "You have a family now, Sienna. Not just with me and Lester either, but with all of Rangeman."

"My mother will love you," Lester said, causing me to turn to look at him.

"Really?"

He nodded. "She was actually very accepting of my relationship with Bobby. Her only complaint was that I probably wouldn't give her grandchildren."

My eyes widened at his statement. "Grandchildren? Les, I…" I glanced between the two of them.

"What's wrong?" Bobby asked. "Don't you want children?"

"I…I don't know. I mean I always thought that I'd get married and at some point, probably have children."

"So, what's the problem?" Lester asked.

"I'm not so sure it's a problem, per sea, but more of an obstacle, I guess." I replied.

Lester shifted on the couch, so he was completely facing me. "Like what?"

"Well…for one, we just met, and I'm still not entirely sure how the three of us are going to work together. Call me old fashion, but I wouldn't want to bring a child into this world unless I was married. How would that work with the two of you?" I glanced between them. "Legally, I'd only be able to marry one of you."

"True," Lester said. "That would be something we'd need to figure out."

"What about a commitment ceremony?" Bobby's question had both of us turning to look at him.

"A what?" Lester asked.

"A commitment ceremony," Bobby repeated. "We have a ceremony like a wedding, do the whole vows thing and rings, there's just no paperwork to file."

"But legally, we're not really married," I said.

"True, but there are legal steps we can take for most any situation that would make up for the lack of the marriage license. Lester and I are already each other's medical proxy. Adding you wouldn't be an issue." He motioned to me. "You've already gone through the process once to have your name changed. So, you already know how that process works. You could take both our names and hyphen it"

I shook my head. "Changing my last name was a pain in the ass. It takes a court order and I have to show good reason as to why I want or need to change it."

Lester grinned. "Another benefit of being part of Rangeman, is our ties to the legal system. It just so happens we know a couple of judges who would help us out in that respect."

"Really?" I looked between them, then caught myself and rolled my eyes. "What in the hell are we doing? We're talking about marriage and commitment ceremonies. Me changing my last name and having children, and we've known each other a total of two weeks."

"Okay," Bobby said as he reached out to run a hand up and down my arm. "You're right. It is a bit soon to be talking about rings, babies, and changing names. However, we're just trying to alleviate some of your concerns."

I shifted to lean against him, and Lester pulled my legs onto his lap, being careful of my ankle. "The biggest thing you have to remember, Cutie, is that there's always a way. It might not be easy, but nothing worth having is ever easy."

I gave him a small smile. "You and Bobby seemed to have figured things out, and that couldn't have been easy in your line of work."

He shook his head. "It wasn't. Which is part of the reason no one outside of Rangeman and our immediate families know. If the wrong people found out, it could be dangerous."

"Such as your FTA's," I said, pulling a nod from him.

"Plus, there are those in the TPD who might not see us in the same light. As much as we all don't want to admit it, there are those who still look down on relationships like ours." He reached over and interlaced his fingers with Bobby's. They then let their hands rest on my abdomen. "If others knew we could also lose respect, and some might not trust us."

I placed my hand over theirs. "And you think a three-way relationship would work any better?"

Lester shrugged. "I think it would be a lot more accepted if those outside of Rangeman thought Bobby and I were sharing you and not each other."

I reached up with my other hand and rubbed at the beginnings of a headache. This was all so damn complicated. Was I really ready to take on more problems in my life, when I had finally, after tons of frustration and stress, shed most of the ones I'd been carrying for the last nine months? I stared at Lester, then glanced back over my shoulder at Bobby. The situation might be convoluted, but the answer was simple. Yes. Even after only two weeks, I couldn't see myself without these two wonderful men in my life.

We returned to Rangeman later that day with a deeper understanding of each other, and a new determination to make this, whatever this was, work.

Bright and early Monday, I crutched my way down to Five and was surprised to see the near chaos taking place. The men were moving furniture and filing cabinets, while others were unboxing new printers. I snagged Ram as he walked past me. "What's going on?"

"Ranger is implementing the changes you proposed," he replied, then motioned to the office. "He had us get your office ready while you were away over the weekend. Go on and check it out."

Grinning, I made my way over to the office nestled between Ranger and Tank's. From what I could tell, Lester's office was now on the other side of Tank's with Steph's next to Ranger's, opposite me. So, he hadn't implemented all my recommendations, but some things had been changed.

I crutched into the office and stopped as I stared out the window. I could see the river in the distance. While I'd been office manager at my last job in Indiana, my desk had been positioned outside my boss, Jared's office right out in the open. I hadn't expected much more than that here. This…. My attention slowly drifted around the room and settled on the walnut desk and matching credenza. This was so much more than I could have begun to imagine.

I settled behind the desk and leaned my crutches against the wall. If Ranger had this much faith in me, I was damn well going to give him the very best of me, every moment of every day. There were so many reasons to stay here that went beyond just the job. I didn't just want to make this work. I needed to make it work.

The day of court, we arrived in Indy several hours before our appointed court time. After grabbing breakfast, we headed to my lawyer's office where I introduced Lester and Bobby to Brock. They shook hands, then Brock turned his attention to me. "What's with the bodyguards, Sienna?"

I couldn't help but smile as both Bobby and Lester widened their stances and folded their arms over their chests. They'd both chosen to go with the standard Rangeman black uniform, making them both look even more bad ass and sexy as hell. "Let's just say the company I'm working for takes my safety very seriously, and these two in particular, even more so."

Brock shifted his attention from me to the guys and back. "Ah…I see," he said after a pause. "Glad to know you're finally moving on. You deserve to have some happiness in your life."

"Thank you," I replied. "How hard is it going to be for the guys to get into the courthouse?"

"I assume by that question they're carrying?"

I nodded.

"Did they bring their paperwork from New Jersey?"

I nodded again.

"I don't see it being an issue, but we'll head over early just to be sure."

"How's Ruger?" I asked as I thought about the dog Aaron and I got as a puppy, and I'd rehomed with Brock when I left for New Jersey. Ruger had helped me get through those difficult days immediately following Aaron's death, and I missed him as much as I missed Aaron.

"He's doing well," Brock replied. "He misses you though."

I shouldn't have asked, because now my heart hurt even more.

"Who's Ruger?" Lester asked.

I explained how Aaron and I had ended up with the, all black Belgian Malinois pup, who was currently about three years old. "Aaron liked to hunt, and he thought Ruger was a good name for a hunting dog."

"It's a good name for any dog," Lester said.

Bobby chuckled. "He only says that because his weapon is a Ruger."

Lester grinned. "Let's see a pic of the dog with the perfect name."

Brock pulled out his phone and showed us a picture of my Ruger, and my heart hurt all over again.

"What a good-looking canine," Lester said. "How's his behavior?"

Brock returned his phone to his pocket. "He's really the perfect pet. He's incredibly smart and listens well. My biggest challenge is keeping him busy, so he doesn't lay around and mope." He turned to look at me. "Now that you're settled, do you want him back?" he asked. "I'm sure he'd be so much happier with you."

While I wanted to say yes more than anything, I shook my head. "I live in an apartment in the same building where I work. As far as I know there are no pets allowed. I caught Bobby and Lester exchange a look I couldn't quite interpret. What in the hell was that about?

"That's too bad," Brock replied.

Yeah, it really was.