BPOV

The next few months passed without much changing. I swear that most of the money I made from working at the cafe was spent on condoms. Would birth control be cheaper? I mused to myself as I continued to the back to pick up my drink order for the honeymoon couple at table five. Oh but what a way to blow my money. We just happened to run out again last night but that didn't stop us from having our fun, and in a way I almost felt more satisfied today then I have before. It might not have been the smartest thing we did but I trusted them with everything I had in me and I knew that they were faithful, just like they knew that I belonged to them and only them. My sleeping around days were over.

Flashback

"Grab the condoms," Peter said lifting his head for a brief moment taking his lips away from where I wanted him the most bringing me back away from the edge in that split second he stopped his tongue from its ministrations on my clit.

"Fuck Peter!" I growled in exasperation, "So fucking close." I moaned just as he returned his lips to my wet core.

I swear I could feel him smirk against my pussy lips, but as long as his tongue kept pumped in and out of me and his teeth scraped my clit then I was happy. He brought me right back to the edge and I felt Jasper's weight at the top of my head and knew he sat back down. Soon his fingers joined Peter's on my breasts and they were both pulling and tugging on my nipples, while Peter's mouth sent me over the edge Jasper's mouth attacked mine. He thrust his tongue into my mouth as I screamed my release, my body withering underneath the two of them.

To this day it still surprised me that they were mine. That I was with two men who I loved and who loved me in return, it was a hard concept to grasp. That someone would love me. As my body calmed, down they kept their fingers running lightly over my skin, whispering their love for me in my ears. I sat up and turned to Jasper, taking my fingers through his curly hair, loving the feeling of the strands slide through my fingertips.

"We have a problem, baby girl." Peter said resting behind me, laying light, hot, wet kisses on my neck.

"What's that?" I moaned reaching behind me with one hand to grasp his firm cock in my hand.

"We're- oh shit," he groaned into my neck, "We're out of condoms."

Fuck. That was a problem then.

"There are two other holes we could use though," Jasper said softly turning my face so that I was looking at him.

"Would you want to do that?" I breathed.

We always used condoms even when going in the back door. I didn't mind not using them there, in fact I preferred it, I just thought they were more comfortable with that barrier there when we did that.

"More than anything," Peter said huskily just as Jasper pulled me to him so that I was straddling his lap with Peter following right behind.

"Now relax on me while Peter stretches out that tight ass so that he can fuck it."

Fuck yes.

End Flashback

"Bella dear, table eight wants their check and their baby threw up all over the place so watch your step!" One of the other waitresses said while I was filling up the cups with the soda for table five. I set the cups down and moaned loudly wishing I could just beat my head against the wall in front of me.

Normally it was the bus people's job to clean up any mess left over from the customer but here everyone helped out everyone so I knew it was expected that I would clean up the mess. Normally I didn't mind but come on, baby puke? Really?

"Just think of it as practice for when you have your baby," she continued on obviously ignorant to my inner grumblings.

"My baby?" I asked her with a short laugh grabbing the cups.

"It's obvious that you're in love," she said grabbing the chips and dip appetizer they ordered that I couldn't carry and following me out, "But what I don't know is with whom."

"What do you mean?" I asked her laughing this time, "You see them all the time in here."

"Yes, but we don't know which one is yours. And I already called dibs on the one that's not yours." She said giving me a playful wink.

We reached table five and deposited the drinks and appetizer and after making sure they didn't need anything else I went to the cashier to get the ticket for table eight. I laughed inwardly that everyone here was so blind as to see that both of the "hot" guys I brought with me were indeed mine. Both of them. I honestly thought people knew that we were all together. I mean we didn't show outwardly signs of affection here at my work place but that wasn't because we were ashamed or afraid of what people might think, I just didn't think it would be professional to do that at my work place. But now that the subject had come up, did I want people to know that I was with two men? Was I ready mentally for people to know and ready to accept the criticism and hate that would probably come with coming out like that?

Is this how a gay person felt when coming out to their friends and family?

"Um, they're both mine." I finally said printing out the receipt.

I walked away then from what I assumed was a shocked co-worker, it wasn't until I heard her call after me that I knew that maybe coming out about our relationship wasn't going to be so bad.

"This isn't over yet Swan!" She called, "It's not fair to keep two hot guys like that to yourself. Sharing is caring!"

I laughed and waved behind my head and continued on with my shift, with nothing else said about my love life. But what she said to start that conversation stuck with me. What would it be like to have babies with them? I never thought about kids before and I honestly don't think I want kids at all. How was I supposed to be a mother when I have no idea how one acts? How am I supposed to know how to have motherly love when I've never even had it myself? And really, was it fair to bring a baby into our complicated relationship? We wouldn't even know who the father was until it was born and even then we would probably need a DNA test to be for sure, and what about when the kid got older and realized that their parents lived differently from their friends parents? How do you explain that to a kid?

I was still thinking about that when Jasper picked me up that night. Peter was working til seven the next morning and since it was Sunday that meant I wouldn't see him until Saturday. Having one of my lovers work crazy shifts like he was, was really hard on all of us, especially when we were hardly able to see one another but it was his off days that counted. We made the most of the time we did get to be all together and that was what mattered. I also lived for the days when I got my alone time with each of them. Probably about once a month when I knew my classes would be review days I skipped school to spend the day with Peter. At first they both tried to argue and get me to go but it's been a few months now and they saw that it wasn't affecting my grade average or anything so they let it drop.

I was tempted to do that tomorrow but this was the last week before Christmas vacation and it was vital that I attended each class because the teachers were offering extra help to prepare us for the exams. When we got back to the guys house Jasper and I practically fell into bed and were asleep right away. I had no idea that exam time was just as stressful on teachers as it was on students.

The next day I was sitting in the lunch area going over some notes before my next class when the Dean of the school approached me. I had only seen him once and I didn't even talk to him, it was just seeing him in passing. Most of the other students here said that he was fair and always had a positive attitude. Actually, I've never heard anything negative about him, but it was also known that he didn't mingle with the students unless it was absolutely necessary. So why was he pulling out a chair and sitting in front of me?

"Miss Swan?" He asked putting his elbows on the table.

He was dressed in black slacks and a white buttoned down shirt, his wavy hair falling just over his ears. He was young, he couldn't have been older than mid thirties, but his eyes said otherwise. They looked wise and his face already had some wrinkles and I couldn't help but wonder what would make him look so stressed? Did exams affect him to?

"Yes sir?" I asked hesitantly.

"I was wondering if I might have a word with you in my office?" He said politely, but the tone was that of no nonsense. He wasn't asking, he was telling me, and it went without saying that 'no' would not be an acceptable answer.

"Of course, sir." I replied gathering up my books and notes, looks like studying was going to have to wait until later.

The walk to his office was a quiet one and albeit, a bit awkward. I was tempted to take out my phone to text Jasper, but I knew that he was in class and wouldn't be able to see it anyways and Peter was no doubt at home asleep before his shift started tonight. Nope, this was something that I was going to have to do alone. And besides who even said this was a bad thing? I haven't done anything wrong to my knowledge. I was keeping my grade point average up and it was where it was required to be to keep my scholarships intact. I haven't missed many days, only about three of four, and I got along with all my teachers. So I was completely baffled as to what he could want with me.

"Have a seat," he said gesturing to a brown leather chair in front of his desk.

I sat down but moved my bag to my lap, hugging it to my chest. I was instantly on alert with the tone of his voice and I was ready to bolt at a moment's notice.

"I need to ask you a few questions, and I need complete and total honesty," he said jumping straight to the point, "Got it?"

"Yes sir." I said my voice barely above a whisper.

"Do you know Jasper Whitlock?" He asked.

"Yes." I replied without hesitation, my face white I'm sure.

I knew what this was about now and I knew that this was not going to bode well for either one of us. But Jasper had a lot more to lose than I did and I silently vowed to save his name, even if that meant mine got dragged through the mud.

"How do you know him?"

"He's my history professor." I replied.

"Do you know him on a more personal level?" He pressed.

"No sir." I lied.

"Really?" He asked doubtful, "Because these pictures suggest otherwise."

With that he reached into his side drawer and laid out four pictures side by side. I leaned forward and looked at the pictures and was shocked, embarrassed and then furious at what I saw. They were all of us in compromising positions. One of them was just a few days ago! Jasper had just picked me up from work and we were outside the cafe on the hood of his car. He was standing between my legs and my legs were wrapped around his waist, my hands tangled in his hair, our lips locked together.

The rest of the pictures were pretty PG-13, with the worst showing him without his shirt on. But all of these pictures were of us when we were out and about. There was none of Peter and I, even though in some of the pictures it was when all three of us were out together. So that meant that someone knew Jasper and had it out for him. If they were out for me then they would have taken pictures of me with the two of them and not just Jasper. The question was who would do this and why? And what did that mean for us now? Pulling on my poker face and breathing in deeply I pushed the pictures back to him across his desk.

"Obviously this is an elaborate hoax," I insisted with a shrug off my shoulders, "These have been photo shopped and unless you have something else then these do not prove anything."

"You're right," he agreed, "I only have your word to go off of, but I must inform you of the consequences should this all come to a head later."

I nodded at him to continue when I saw that he was waiting for some sign of acknowledgment from me.

"Professor Whitlock could lose his job and this would go on his record so that he might never find another teaching job again," he said leaning back in his chair, "This could ruin his whole career."

"Well then it's a good thing he's not seeing a student," I said standing up and grabbing my bag, "I can assure you that we are not together, he is my teacher and nothing more."

"I had just put my hand on the door knob when his voice called out to me, "Make sure it stays that way, Miss Swan."

Stepping out of the office I made sure to close the door firmly behind me before walking down the little hallway to the Administrative office. I knew what I needed to do, but it was killing me to do it. I loved all my classes at this school and I was doing so well too. But I knew that if there was someone out there stalking Jasper or us then this needed to be done. For his sake. It wasn't fair to him to risk his livelihood like this when I could just simply transfer schools. The Junior college wasn't too far from the University; it just meant taking the bus instead of getting a ride in the mornings from Jasper or Alice.

Two hours later and a lot of hard work from Mrs. Cope bless her soul, I had my withdrawal papers in hand and I was set to start at the Junior College next semester. I would take my exams here and the grades I made would transfer over. She was even able to get my scholarships moved over to the new school without problem. I just had to sign some papers and the terms would be the same. Remain at least a 3.0 grade point average and continue on with a full schedule. Done. Seeing as that withdrawing took so long Jasper's class was half over and I didn't want to walk in right in the middle. Instead I went out and sat by his car, sending him a quick text to let him know where I was. I didn't want to tell him yet about what happened, though I'm sure the Dean was going to talk to him if he hadn't already. Then Jasper would know and would be mad at me that I kept it from him. But I think he would be even more pissed finding out that I removed myself from the school completely so that he could still teach there without us having to worry about someone seeing us together.

"Decisions, decisions." I muttered to myself.

I really had no idea what to do and by the time Jasper met me by the car, his face lined with worry, I still had no clue what to do. The only thing I could think of to do at this moment was wing it and hope for the best.

"Where were you?" He asked coming up to me.

I looked around anxiously, on alert afraid that the stalker could be watching us even now. And I hated not feeling comfortable in a place that I once thought was safe.

I dodged his hug and motioned my head towards the car, "Let's talk inside." I said standing by the car door.

Once it was unlocked I quickly climbed in, shutting the door behind me with more force than I meant. I leaned my head back against the head rest and sent up a silent prayer that I would make the right decision on how to go about this.

"Where were you?" He asked again, driving out of the parking lot.

"I got caught up with studying," I blurted out without really thinking about what I was saying, "I realized about halfway through that your class had already started and I didn't want to disrupt."

As he pulled up to a red light I saw him glance at me out of the corner of my eye and I knew immediately that he didn't believe me. I didn't blame him.

"It's fine darlin'," he said gently kissing me on the cheek, making me feel even worse for lying.

"My dad called yesterday," I said changing the subject, "Are you guys sure you want to do this?" I asked.

"Are you having doubts?" He asked trying not to show the hurt on his face, "Because it's just fine if you are. We can do it some other time."

"No!" I assured him loudly, "I just... I just want to make sure that this is something that the two of you want. It's a big deal coming out to a girl's parent that she's seeing two men...You know he has a gun right?" I asked him, wringing my hands in my lap.

Not wanting to be separated from my guys over Thanksgiving but not wanting to come clean with my dad that I was seeing two men, one of which was my professor, we decided that we would all spend Thanksgiving alone just the three of us and then for Christmas if I was ready, then we would take a week and go spend it in Forks and then for New Years spend another week back home in Texas, where they would introduce me to their parents.

Jasper and Peter weren't worried at all what their parents were going to think about them being in the relationship that we were all in, but I was. I wanted their parents to like me and I wanted my dad to like them, but my dad is very...straight laced. He doesn't like things out of the ordinary. And this was definitely out of the ordinary.

"What about your mom?" Jasper asked bringing me out of my thoughts, "What is she like?"

And that was what made me realize that I wasn't ready for them to meet my dad. I felt like shit and it was entirely my fault. I lied to them in Florida when I told them I was just visiting a family friend, I made them believe that my parents were still together, and I was lying right now about what happened today.

"Jasper," I sighed, my heart dropping to my stomach, "We need to talk."

A/N: I promise I believe in a HEA, just push through the hard times about to come up. Also I know I left out a lot of information in this chapter, but it will come out soon.

Thanks to Karebear for editing this and getting it back to me not even two hours after I sent it to her. She's amazing :)

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See you all next Saturday!