“Honey,” Sharon started as we all sat on her bed. “There’s something your father and I need to share with you. It’s rather complicated, but hopefully you’ll understand it after I explain.”
“Okay.” Justine graciously agreed.
Sharon sat up, finding the courage to put our feelings to words… “Sweetie, your father and I… both of us… well,” she tried to sum up. “We’re in love with you. Not as your parents, but as two adults who would love to share a bed with you, and… hopefully more.”
You could have heard a pin drop in Justine’s bedroom.