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It was a slow morning at the Salty Breeze which was probably for the best. It allowed Sarah, Greg, and George to watch the town's latest lovebirds on the back patio with minimal interruption. And it meant they could freely gossip without any eavesdroppers. Which was necessary after those same three lovebirds, Mark, Martin, and Louisa, had just dropped a bombshell on the whole town the night before at the monthly baked bean supper. They had been secretly dating since the Salty Breeze Paddle Boat Party a few months ago, and the three biggest gossips in Port Wenn needed to talk about it.
Greg was the first to break the silence as they all watched out the back windows to the patio. "So it was our annual bash that did it."
George added with an amused lilt. "You know that makes us responsible in a way."
Greg grinned back at his husband affectionately. "We're heroes."
"Oh, please," Sara spoke up. She wafted away the smugness in the air. "You didn't do shit."
"It was our party," Greg pouted.
"And the boat we rented." George added. When Sarah just glared at him he added, "Then what do you think happened then?"
"Well," she considered then trailed off in thought. "I don't know. But clearly something happened."
"On our boat," George shot back with a pointed finger. Happy with himself, he leaned against the bar top and mused, "Who would have guessed?"
"I always-" Greg started with a smug look.
But George promptly shut him down. "You did not!"
"Fine. You're right," he grumbled turning to idly dust of some of the liquor bottles on the wall shelf.
"None of us could have guessed," Sarah said answering the original question.
"My gaydar must be broken in my old age," Greg bemoaned.
"You're just not looking any more, honey." George patted his shoulder dismissively. "The sheriff was a shock," he admitted. "But Martin always gave me a bit of a vibe since he came to town," he added with a bit of an air of superiority.
Greg and Sarah both gave him a look of sarcastic disbelief. He turned his head up to their scrutiny for a moment before crumbling under the pressure of their judgemental gaze. "Okay fine. I didn't know. My gaydar is also broken."
"I guess, technically they're both bi," Greg added as he watched the thruple laughing outside. Then he turned to George giving him a gentle nod of his head, "Which, as we know, is significantly harder to clock."
He nodded readily, "You're right. Our gaydar is fine."
They fell silent for a while. Sarah eased against the bar sipping at the straw in her diet pepsi idly as she watch her nephew. It warmed her heart to see Martin so at ease and in love. He deserved it.
"I've just never seen Martin so happy," she said. "Or any of them. Louisa is practically glowing."
George gave her a skeptical look and asked, "Are we sure that's not pregnancy glow? She was attempting IVF."
"Maybe," Greg conceded.
"And why can't it be both?" Sarah threw back at him haughtily.
He shrugged, "Could be."
Greg picked up a rag and started wiping down the bar idly as he said, "I sure hope it's both. The three of them would make beautiful babies."
George and Sarah didn't respond. They just looked at him with eyebrows raised waiting for him to hear what he had said. After a moment he caught their eyes and huffed throwing the rag down, "Not literally. I know how genetics and babies work."
Sarah guffawed as a hilarious thought crossed her mind.
"What?" George and Greg asked at the same time.
She leaned in with a smirk, "If you could combine Martin and Mark's DNA, you would get the most normal human being ever born."
"Ha!" George belted loudly. The few patrons mingling in the Salty Breeze turned their heads toward him. He leaned in to say quietly, "You're terrible," adding a moment later, "and so right." Then he turned and walked off to the kitchen leaving Greg and Sarah to watch the lovebirds and chat.