Good things come in threes.
Even as a child, everyone knows it.
Three bears with three beds and three bowls of breakfast. Three fairy godmothers catering to a person's every whim. A prince? Of course you might have one. Anything you'd like. How about a carriage?
Three wishes in stories, too. Always three wishes, though you have to be careful with them.
They can so easily go wrong.
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Good things come in threes.
Somehow, without anyone telling them, they've learned.
They sleep in the same bed, and they wake up tangled and only detach, after kisses, for food. Juice? Get your fucking own. No, that's mine. You can have a bite. Who's going to make me waffles. Suck it. Do we have time? Here's your juice.
They have everything they could wish for. They weren't careful about falling in love, and they aren't careful still and it isn't what they'd expected, three, it isn't what anyone could predict, but
It's right.