I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF, THE VAMPIRE DIARIES, OR THE CHARACTERS.

Chapter Eight:

After Peter parked the car, he opened my car door for me and helped me to my feet. He kept my hand in his and pressed his lips against my own. I hummed in contentment, as he pulled away.

We walked into the restaurant together. Peter and I still holding hands, and Chris with his hand on the small of my back. We got a few questioning looks, but most people pretended to mind their own business. The host of the restaurant gave us a charming grin, before letting his gaze rest on my legs. He didn't try to hide the fact that he was blatantly checking me out.

Both Chris and Peter stared him down, before he got the hint and stopped. If looks could kill, homeboy would be dead on the ground. Peter looked pissed, but Chris looked lethal.

"Table for three," I spoke up, trying to move things along.

"We have a reservation under Hale for three." Peter told him in a dangerously low voice. I stood on my tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek. It seemed to help him calm down. Chris stepped closer to me moved his hand around my waist. I looked up at him, trying to send him a wordless warning.

"And I suggest keeping your eyes to yourself," Chris added, gruffly. The employee's eyes widened and nodded, hurriedly. Chris turned and placed a kiss on the top of my head. I let out a breath of relief. I don't mind them being protective, but this is a little much.

"Why don't I take them to their table?" Another employee spoke up. I gave her a grateful smile. "If you will follow me?" She asked.

"Of course, darling," Peter agreed. We followed behind me and Chris rubbed small circles on my lower back. Chris pulled out my chair for me, once we reached the table and Peter helped me with my coat.

"I'm really sorry about that. I hope he didn't offend you or your daughter." The waitress apologized. I couldn't stifle my laughter. Chris and Peter both shared a look of confusion.

"I'm not their daughter." I told her, as we sat down.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just assumed that the two of you were together that you were their daughter." She apologized, again.

"Did you hear that, Christopher?" Peter teased with an easy chuckle.

"We're dating, all of us." I replied, still amused.

"Oh," she said, as it donned on her. "Well, enjoy your date. Your server will be right with you." She said with an apologetic smile, before taking her leave.

"Maybe I should stop calling you, 'Daddy?'" I jibed.

"Don't you dare." He said, smirking.

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Our meal was fine, after that. Our waiter was a trip. He was funny, but appropriate. The other lady must have given him a head's up.

Conversation flowed easily between the three of us. Chris and Peter took turns divulging information about themselves. And they asked me questions in turn. I felt so inexperienced compared to the pair of them.

"When was your last serious relationship? If you don't mind us asking, baby." Chris asked me. I bit my lip and took a sip of my wine, before answering.

"I don't mind. I've really only had two serious relationships. I was with Jeremy was four years, but it was on and off for a while. He was my first love and I thought that he loved me. I found out that he cheating on me most of the time, towards the end of our relationship. He died shortly after that. He was in an accident, while we were hiking with some friends. He fell and we couldn't get him help in time." My voice cracked and I took another small swallow of my liquid courage.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." Peter said, rubbing my hand with his thumb. I shrugged. I knew that Chris could relate, because of his late wife. And that Peter understood, too, because he lost his family in the fire.

"I dated this girl, Katherine, for about a year after that. I was all about her, but she wasn't about me. I thought that she was... She made me believe that she was. She made me feel so good, when I was with her, but really, she just wanted someone she could control. She never gave up her ex-boyfriend, Damon. I walked in on them one day. I really haven't dated much, since then. I've had a date here and there, but nothing significant, until you two." I explained.

"Oh, sweetheart, you haven't had anyone be good to you or treat you the way you deserve." Peter sighed.

"He's right, baby. That's all we want. We want you happiness." Chris agreed.

"And to worship you." Peter added.

"And that." Chris agreed with a smirk.

Peter told me about his family and how big it had been, before the fire. He told me that he still has a nephew and two nieces. He told me that he speaks with Cora more than the other two. Derek is perpetually grumpy and Laura tends to be a lone wolf.

Chris told me about his daughter, Allison, and how she's traveling abroad with her long-time boyfriend, Scott. He told me about Victoria, his late wife, and how they met. It was an arranged marriage, and while they loved each other, they were never in love. He would still never change anything, because their marriage gave him Allison.

Peter and Chris knew each other growing up, but lost touch. They reconnected after Victoria died. Peter and Chris were both lonely and became each other's family. They tried dating and grew close, but there was still something missing. Then after a couple of years of looking for a third, they met me.

We left the restaurant and I felt content. I enjoy getting to know them better and feeling closer to them.

They've both lost so much. Their need to dote on me and protect me makes sense now. They never make me feel unwanted or like I'm some pawn in one of their games. It's nice. It's something I've never really had before.

"What are you thinking about, baby?" Chris asked me, as we settled in the lake house we'd be staying at. I sat down on the couch and enjoyed the warm feeling inside of me.

"This, us, how nice it is." I admitted. Peter was setting our things in the bedroom. Chris dropped to his knees in front of me and started to pull of my boots.

"Is there an 'Us,' baby? Are we together? Are telling me that you're ours?" Chris asked, sounding nervous for the first time, since I've met him.

"I want to be. I like being with you both and getting to know you and how you make me feel. I want to try this. I want a relationship with you both." I told him. I saw Peter walk over to us.

"Do you mean that, sweetheart? Once we have you, we won't want to let you go." Peter warned me. I nodded, not trusting my voice.

"Then it's settled, baby. We're doing this."