by Will Stanton » Tue Feb 13, 2018 1:44 am
The VW Beetle pulled up in front of the Stanton home, likely breaking several traffic rules as it went. The car tucked and rolled, shifting back into Will as he bounded up the steps into his home.
"Sam? Sam!" Will called. But no, it was empty -- of course it was empty; Sam was out doing errands. That's how it worked. That's how it always worked. And then they'd come back together and have dinner, and sit on the couch and watch television, and then it would start again. That's how it worked.
Will idly rubbed his ring finger -- three rings, identical except for the different colored gemstones set in each one. One for each Sam. Each one of his Sam's. Rubbing the rings always gave him calm, even when he found himself in the middle of a wacky scenario -- they grounded him, brought him back to reality. Though he was loath to admit it, it being rather emasculating in this Keep-Up-With-the-Joneses sort of world, he rather liked being domestic, and he'd just as soon leave his job at the confectionery and stay home all day long. But then who would bring home the bacon? Ah well, there were worse lives.
Stepping through the kitchen, and the romper room, and the den, Will headed up the stairs, stopping to look at the pictures on the walls. A rather overwhelmed Will in the middle of three beautiful brides. The trip to Lake Chinook, lying along the beach. A camping trip in Ireland -- where they had been caught in that terrible rainstorm, drenched to the bone. It was everything they could have ever wanted.
Will ran his finger alongside the wedding photo, closing his eyes. It was alright. Everything was going to be alright.