100 Days

You ordered a BLT. You'd had nightmares last night, terrible dreams of death and disease and inevitability. You'd woken up to sucking Trevor's cock, as you did daily now, and then you went to meet Amanda for lunch. And now you bit into the soft tomato, lettuce and crispy bacon.

"I just wanted to thank you," Amanda said awkwardly.

"Oh?" you said.

"For being so cool about me and Kendi," she said. You swallowed. Oh.

"It's no problem. You're happy?" you asked.

"So happy," she gushed. "I love you. I always will. But it's just reminded me that he is my soulmate. I'll be glad to have our first child. And I will always have you to thank for it."

Your throat closed up with the emotions coursing through you. But finally, you just nodded. You'd wanted this, after all.