Both Sophie and I looked sheepish.
Now we sleep together no more than once or twice a week, Albert the teddy bear signalling Sophie’s desire to see me (or not) like a loyal and welcome friend.
And now we live, quite happily, in a ‘ménage a trois’ in a large house near a small market town. Although my bedroom is primarily the one I share with my wife, I sleep with my daughter at least one a week – sometimes more frequently – with my wife’s full knowledge and acceptance. Sophie has a new double bed to make this easier.
Sophie has had boyfriends – some she has even slept with, I know. She is strong and confident sexually which seems to make the boys respect her. I don’t feel jealous of them. After all, they can never have the relationship I have with her. Eventually one of them will take her away from me and I’m (sort of) prepared for this.
And of course as Susie says I must always remember which of them I’m married to.
I know it’s not a normal happy family. But we are a family and we are happy.