Warning: There is mention of some blood here
Note: This is my first time writing about a polyamorous relationship. Please forgive me if my portrayal is inaccurate or if it offends you.
It was another Friday morning. Everyone was getting ready to go to work: Bernard to the school, Thurston to the police station, and (Name) to the hospital. All three of them were still in the kitchen, making breakfast. Bernard was at the stove cooking while (Name) made coffee. Thurston prepared their lunches for the day. It was the routine for them when all three of them were at home for breakfast.
Today, Bernard was making oatmeal. Simple, yet healthy and filling. (Name) washed and chopped some berries to put in the oatmeal as Thurston set the table.
"We still have leftovers from last night, right?" Thurston asked.
"Ja. They're in the fridge," Bernard