They were curled up together on the couch. Helen stopped dead. She had woken up in the middle of the night and looked into the spare bedroom to find Nick gone. Deciding to invetigate she had headed downstairs. And that's when she'd seen them. Nick lay against the back of the couch, his arms wrapped tightly around Stephen who was curled up against his chest, head buried in the crook of his neck. Both were asleep, well she thought they were, their breathing was regular and both looked peaceful - more peaceful than they ever had with her.
"Go back to bed Helen," Nick spoke quietly. "I don't want you waking him."
"So this is why you took the spare room," she hissed.
"It's none of your business," he stated.
"You're still my husband," she claimed.
"My wife died eight years ago," he announced. "And I moved on."
"With Stephen?" she raised an eyebrow. "Why him?"
"With Stephen," he confirmed. "Because he makes me happy."
"Nicky?" it was sleepily mumbled, Stephen hadn't properly woken yet.
"Ssh," Nick soothed. "It's okay, go back to sleep."
"No," Helen grinned. "Stay awake, join our conversation."
Stephen's head snapped around, "Helen?"
"What was it
Stephen?" she glared. "You couldn't have me, so you settled
for my husband."
"You left him Helen," Stephen smiled cheerfully. "Both of us, and we found happiness in each other, you only have yourself to blame."
"Does he know?" Helen demanded.
"Know what?" Nick drawled.
"That Stephen slept with me," she answered easily. "That we were having an affair."
"It never came up," Stephen admitted.
"But it doesn't change anything," Nick informed. "I love him Helen, you can't take that away from us." She stormed upstairs.
"Love you too, Nick," Stephen mumbled. "And I'm sorry, really sorry."
"It's okay," Nick assured. "Helen always was a bitch."
"I know," Stephen agreed. "But I should have told you. Did you mean what you said, about this not changing anything?"
Nick didn't answer, instead leaning foward to capture Stephen's lips in a soft kiss. Hesitantly responding Stephen smiled hopefully at the older man when they seperated and Nick tugged him upstairs. Helen heard them stumble into the spare bedroom and knew that any chance she had ever had of swaying either of them was gone. Neither was interested in her, they had found happiness in each other and she couldn't change that. She had expected them to still have feelings for her whilst she was away, exploring the past, but she had been gone too long and like time they had moved foward. Things hadn't stood still simply because of her absence. The more she thought about it the more she realised that a part of her had always known things would change but she couldn't accept it. She would have to seperate them. Maybe if she propositioned each of them whilst the other wasn't around they would be more willing to leave with her and, if not, she could always use force to ensure she got what she wanted. As she drifted off to sleep, hearing them together in the other room, she knew she could never allow them to remain happy, not at her own expense.