200 Years Together Novels & Stories

She held his hand in the autumn dusk at the eastern perimeter of the joint territory and felt the bond — the same bond, the one that had hit like a blade in a summit hall twenty years ago and that was now this: quiet, constant, entirely at rest. Not a roar. Not a chain. Just the ground. The specific warm solid ground of something chosen so many times it had become the foundation everything else stood on. She thought: yes. She thought: put it in the ledger. She thought: all twenty years of it. She thought: yes.

I understand her point if we worked together, we may just end up goofing around the office and probably no work would be done. The days turn into weeks, into months and into years. That's right Gabby and I have been living together for almost two years already. I'd say about almost a year together since I've had a lot of works that sent me overseas. We pretty much enjoy each other's company once we are together. I'd say that it was really a blast having her by my side. I could not last another lifetime without her. We have been living together in our house in Long Islands.

Amelia blurted out. "You don't know me Amelia. How sure are you that I will lose control?" Shirley retorted. Amelia smiled lightly. "You know, Max and I have worked together on a lot of missions over the years but we haven't just worked together, we share something special, want to know what it is?" Amelia ended with a question and a raised eyebrow.

From two fractured souls to parents, partners, and now, once again, expectant of new life. Two years of togetherness. And it felt, impossibly and beautifully, like the very beginning of forever.

"All of you? Together? Forever? Is that really what you're offering me?" "As long as you'll have us." Dev meets my eyes, serious and intense as always. "We know it's unconventional. We know people won't understand what we have. But we've been friends for twenty years. We know how to share. We know how to communicate. We know how to make something like this actually work." "And if it doesn't work? What happens to us then?" "Then we figure it out together." Banks shrugs his massive shoulders. "But we've wanted you too long to not try. All four of us. We've talked about this more than you know. For years, Aubrey."

"Alright then." I fell silent after his question, but I knew he could feel the speculative glances I kept throwing him because, at some point, he snapped his head towards me and let his words out with a bang. "Spare me the ambiguity, Hope. If you have something to say you can go ahead and say it." I heaved a sigh. "Vladlen and Penelope. They look really good together." "They are." He glanced at me then back at the road. "They've been that way for a long time."

But tonight is ours. Six years down. Forever to go. And I can't wait for every moment of it. Through the bond, I feel Freya's contentment, her love, her absolute certainty that this is exactly where she belongs. With me. Equal partners in everything. Building a life worth living, a love worth celebrating, a future worth fighting for. Together. Always together. Just like we promised six years ago. Just like we'll promise six years from now, and six years after that, and every anniversary until the end of time.

Twenty years of becoming. Twenty years of proving that autonomy and deep commitment could not only coexist, but could create something extraordinary. Anya drifted toward sleep with a heart so full it felt like it might burst. The harvest had been rich. The roots were deep. And the next twenty years — whatever they would bring — would be faced the same way they had faced the first twenty: Together. Intentionally. Freely. With open hands and even more open hearts. The story was far from over. In fact, it felt like it was only just entering its richest chapter yet.

“All I can think of is whether to have Mila as my mate or Chloe. And you are thinking of children? Far off aren’t you?” “We have been together for almost a decade, sire. We met when I was ten years old, he was twelve at that time. We became friends. We both were orphans, so we started living together, and fell in love. We became partners a few years ago, I think on my fifteenth, so a decade is a long time, isn’t it?” Rah smiled. “True love knows no bounds,” Arthur smiled with him. “There he is,” Rah spoke as he pointed at a group of men who were working in the sun.

Aleya asked amusingly. Rad and I looked at each other because of her question. 2 years is too long. We stayed under the same roof, plus we treated each other as best friends, but some things are not shared with best friends. Which we are used to, and it has not been a problem for the two of us. "We've been together for 2 years under the same roof, so it's not surprising that we know each other's passions and dislikes, even secrets, I guess," I replied with a smile on my face.