Limitless Love An Unconventional Family

By Tina Brescanu

When Viola decides to get pregnant, she makes sure the baby is created during a ménage with both her lovers, Jay and Balde. She wants to make sure everyone is involved and invested from the start. This is going to be a family of lovetastic proportions. Loving more than one is not as easy as just love. What happens when Jay and Balde fall in love? Is it right to bring up children in a multi-partner family? What happens when Viola falls in love with a third person? Is it humanly possible to love more when you already love so many? Is the world ready to stop limiting love? When Viola loses a child and a partner close to each other does love for the remaining people change or grow stronger or perhaps different? So many questions and Viola answers them all in her own unique way. When she finally marries in the end, it’s a wedding that includes lovemaking in the open. Shocking, or has the time finally come to love without limits?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tina Brescanu
• Release date: Jun 22, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370372263

Tina Brescanu

Tina is a bilingual writer of unconventional fiction.

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LIMITLESS LOVE:

An Unconventional Family

By Tina Brescanu

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Copyright © 2017 by Tina Brescanu

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No, parenting is not rocket science, it's much more important than that

I love you and you and you and you

Content:

Chapter 1 Coming out

Chapter 2 Becoming a parent

Chapter 3 Writing one’s own manual

Chapter 4 I told you many times; it’s a yes

Chapter 5 Saint parents

Chapter 6 Holy children

Chapter 7 It only works if it’s working

Chapter 8 Change is constant

Chapter 9 We are all family

Chapter 10 Heartbroken and sick

Chapter 11 When love dies it rises again

Chapter 1

Coming out

When Viola decided to get pregnant, she made sure the baby was created during a ménage with both her lovers, Jay and Balde. They all agreed and involved themselves equally in the lovemaking; this was going to be a family of lovetastic proportions. Their decision bore a potential human being after one heart breaking miscarriage and they celebrated with more cuddling and closeness. Viola wanted to share their news with the world, but the person she must tell first still didn’t know about her unusual love arrangements.

Viola’s best friend Clár still didn’t know because Viola didn’t think she would approve. Coming out to Clár with having two lovers and also wanting both to be the father of her child caused Viola many upset discussions with Balde and Jay. Balde had been Jay’s best friend until he became hers too.

You must tell her, they insisted when she delayed by insisting it was complicated.

Life is easy, but you’re creating problems instead of solutions. Clár might be happy for you. For us. Jay and Balde made sure she made arrangements to meet her best friend after a long absence.

Viola loved the shock treatment of falling in love intensely with her husband’s best friend, but she doubted Clár would be as excited about such unusual expressions of love.

You look lovely…glowing, pregnancy suits you, Clár said while embracing Viola in one of her healing hugs outside the new café in the south side of Dublin. The only café in Dublin serving cinnamon buns. Swedish cinnamon buns. She told Clár the good news over the phone, but left the other news for face to face contact.

Clár, with a fada as she very persistently pointed out in the beginning was Viola’s first friend in Ireland and despite being total opposites they fell in instant friendship. Viola liked radical honesty while Clár managed to be more refined. Viola mixed and match freely while Clár looked impeccable as always. Curiosity got the better of the two of them and they rode their clashes and differences like orgasms, enjoying the tension. They got each other, but would it end now with Viola coming out? Viola arrived in Ireland from Sweden, eleven years ago and at this stage of her integration, she was neither Swedish nor Irish, yet she was both. Viola declared her body her country. Two lovers made their permanent home in her country, her country was a republic of pleasure, but now her body experienced high voltage tension as she decided to come out for the first time outside her own created family. Viola plonked her butt down in a seat and decided to wait with her news until after the pleasantries. They were best friends, but maybe forever was a fairytale. Becoming pregnant with the intention of starting a multi-partner family changed everything. She told Clár that her joy hadn’t just doubled, it multiplied.

Viola ordered black filter coffee. Clár immediately muttered something about drinking and pregnancy. Viola retorted with the fact that it wasn’t a pint of the black stuff, only a cup of black gold, but coffee drinking was number one on Clár’s not to do list while pregnant, so she added some soya milk to calm Clár’s nerves.

They talked about this and that until a gap in the flow of news, then Viola blurted out her previously unknown sexual status.

Jay and Balde are both the father, they are both my lovers. We’re a family.

Her words caused a gasp and then silence. Viola noticed the quick glance of disapproval in Clár’s clear complexion, but she didn’t say anything about her polyamorous coming out. Not straight away, but when Viola reached for another sip of her coffee Clár pointed a finger at her, like a punitive parent and set off Viola’s inner alarm system. Explosive words on the way.

You’re mad, but that’s what I love about you. Clár’s stare didn’t match her love declaration. Viola could hear the words but all she saw was the finger, like a punishing parent to a child. Why can’t she spit out what she really thinks? Niceties did nothing for her and never had but now she couldn’t even be nice about not liking niceties.

If you don’t like me fucking two people while you’re fucking none, say so. Or if you don’t like me drinking coffee because I’m pregnant, say it and get it done. Viola’s heart beat wildly every time she spoke with deep honesty. Clár twitched her nose. Viola took another sip of her black coffee and got both a tut-tut and the finger waving again. Clár had always been a bit of a know-it-all, but Viola put up with it in the name of friendship, but no more, not as a parent-to-be. The disgust and total over reaction over her coffee drinking seemed to hide something deeper, but what?

Coffee is bad for the baby. Clár thought she spoke for the rights of the baby. I’m not going to destroy a child’s life by becoming their mother, I’m going to remain a happy non-parent."

Up until less than a year ago, Viola agreed and took the same pledge, never marry and never produce children.

I don’t need the advice from someone traumatised from their own childhood and who also thinks it’s fine to openly hate children. Viola finished her coffee with a loud slurp.

You think you’re suddenly filled up with ancient wisdom and that you’re better than me because I choose not to get children or fuck around. Clár stared at her, hoping for an explosive reaction.

I made my own research and it is good for both me and my baby. Viola shouted for another cup of black coffee disregarding the self-service in hope of making a point. Clár gasped at her audacity. Good.

Loving more than one at the same time is also good for me, for most people actually. Monogamy is not natural.

Have you forgotten your miscarriage, coffee probably caused it. Clár could be as honest as Viola, but she still talked about coffee, not one word about her non-monogamous love relationship. Why?

It wasn’t the right time, that’s all, why do people always add hocus pocus when there’s a simple explanation? My body wasn’t ready, I wasn’t ready.

People, I thought I was a friend. Clár pouted. What was Clár’s story? There was so much more to her than suits, high heels and barely noticeable make-up. Viola loved her laugh; the infectious sound of her laughter surprised her the most when they met for the first time.

You won’t be for much longer if you keep telling me what to do and what not to do according to your non-parent life view, we’re friends but our views are different, we’re opposite attracts friends.

You are not a parent yet, you’re becoming one, big difference. Conceiving is a miracle and you’re destroying it. Clár started to crack. Did she secretly want to become a parent? She remained single, she insisted she was a happy single too, but was she? Her truth would come out and Viola welcomed it with the same warm welcome she got when she came to Ireland many years ago.

Conceiving is a pleasure, birth is the miracle, birth means life will start on the outside, it’s a joint decision and I’m not destroying anything, you are. Viola’s deep honesty ran through her genes, she saw no reason to stop now, in her view lies hurt more than truth.

You and your potential human being theories. Your baby doesn’t know you acquired two partners and therefore baby will have two dads, it’ll take more explaining than a same sex union. Do you love women too? The snottiness of Clár fired Viola up instantly. Her heart revved up. Her face heated up.

We’ve both made the choice to be together, baby to be born in good time and I, it’s all cosmic love work. The baby has been growing, but so have I and Jay and Balde, it takes time to become a parent too and it’s not a same sex relationship, Jay and Balde are not having sex with each other, they’re both having sex with me. There is no jealousy. Viola gazed at Clár and saw a beautiful woman breaking up with tradition in a different way. Viola was fine with her being both single and a non-parent, Clár was living her life, not hers. She’d never be able for it.

It’s not normal, it’s not love. To be honest, it’s a freak show!

Wow, did you finally achieve an orgasm saying that? Must feel so good. Sometimes I wonder not just how we stay friends but how we became friends, you’re so stuck up I want to vomit. Viola truth-telling wasn’t popular with Clár.

Clár gasped again, adding a bang of her coffee cup too, but Viola continued.

Life is not a right, it’s a choice. My baby chose me and the life we lead. I can’t see anyone having choosing your life yet.

You give a whole new dimension to whacky and cruel. Clár stared at her phone. Save yourself for once. Viola wished hard for her friend to show up for herself for once. Viola endangered their friendship out of love.

I’m glad I can open you to any kind of new dimension, you need it, you’re so close minded it scary.

You think you’re better than me because you’re more adventurous, more experimenting, but you’re not, you’re sad, searching for differentness the same way I try to maintain tradition.

You’re not maintaining anything, you’re trying to break free by not following your heart, what’s your heart telling you, Clár? The lime green walls added to a sudden spell of dizziness.

To unfriend you! Clár stood up and gathered her belongings. The smallness of the café lost its quirkiness as people made room for Clár to make an exit. Everyone listened to their conversation. Only a few tried to hide their eavesdropping or make their filming less obvious.

How modern, good for you, you were never very good at keeping with the times so congratulations!

You should sign up for some parenting classes otherwise you’ll be a disaster. Clár stood still, staring at her.

Don’t you know it’s you who need it, with your bossiness you’re right to stay a non-parent. You’re the one who would mess up a child with your rules, regulations and your way, always your way! Parenting is not a private business and I’m not sure you could do with a close up. You’re made from parents who hit you, parents who didn’t love you enough, parents who failed you."

The whole cafe stared now and Viola stared back and waved her hands about, letting people know they should mind their own business, but their conversation wasn’t just public, it could possibly go viral.

Stop filming! Live your own fecking lives! Viola wanted to rip the phone out of the filmer’s hands, but standing up and shouting did the trick. She took a deep breath and turned her attention back to Clár.

Babies born nowadays will not tolerate being second class citizens, what a parent does to a child has an effect on everything and as you still haven’t acknowledged the hurt your parents caused you you’re better off staying a non-parent. Clár suffered from Stockholm syndrome but she refused to see it as such. She laughed when people talked about the wooden spoon or the way Irish mothers often overprotected and disregarded the emotions of a child.

Can’t you hear yourself, you think the baby choose parents and you’re telling me I’d be a bad parent should I ever choose to become one which I won’t, I don’t like children, all children are annoying little brats, why would I get one voluntarily? I have a career, I have a life. Also, parenting is a responsibility, not a hobby or a title.

The slagging match were public and on. Viola swayed, slightly dizzy from standing when needing to sit. She caught her breath before delving right in.

You speak hate, but I won’t report you, I know you’re wounded so I let it go, but I suggest you keep your hate of children to yourself, otherwise it’s called incitement of hatred and friends shouldn’t have to report a friend. Oh yeah, I forgot, we’re not friends anymore. She looked around at the other coffee drinkers and addressed them directly.

"Parenting should be a paid job, it’s a love job and much more important than having a career. Babies need love, not toys and crèche workers. Love is growth material. Children need it just as much as breast milk, but you’ve probably decided that the milk of another species is good enough for any baby.

"Non- parents and full time working parents love their children as much as those starting multi-partner families in order to do what you call love job, but you’re going to be a parent,