BPOV
"Bella!"
"Dad!"
"Bells!"
"Jake?"
"Bella!"
"Dad!" I exclaimed again running up the steps and into my father's waiting arms. I didn't even let Jasper get the car parked all the way before I was opening the door and throwing myself out of the car.
As we pulled into the driveway I saw my dad standing on the porch waiting for us. Stepping back and taking a good look at him now I realized just how long it's been since I've seen him last. His hair turned a salt and pepper gray along with his mustache and he had more wrinkles than I remembered. But the one thing that still remained the same were the crinkles around his brown eyes as he smiled down on me. Yep, those stayed the same. I threw my arms back around him, inhaling his peculiar scent of cigars, beer and fish with a hint of peppermint.
He was all my dad. Through and through.
"I love you daddy." I whispered into his chest, willing myself not to cry.
"I love you too, Bella." He said gruffly. "Are you going to introduce me to your friends?" He asked.
I pulled back laughing and wiping away a couple of the tears that managed to leak out. Turning around I saw Peter and Jasper standing behind us, smiling widely at my display of affection with my father. I stepped back down and grabbed their hands in mine, "Dad, this is Jasper and Peter. Peter, Jasper, this is my dad, Charlie." I said leading them up the steps and onto the porch.
"Nice to meet you sir," Peter said politely shaking my dad's hand before stepping away and letting Jasper do the same.
"Likewise," My dad said looking at my boys closely, as if trying to figure out a puzzle.
I could see the cop/dad/interrogator trying to come out and quickly pushed my dad into the door way, "Come on dad," I teased, "You can go through the interrogation after dinner." I promised, shooting my boys a wink.
"You're looking Bells." Jake said from inside the doorway. I turned and gave him a quick hug, making sure to keep it short yet sweet. I really didn't want to give him any ideas, especially with my men right behind me.
"You look great too, Jake." I said sincerely giving him a smile.
I was glad to see him. He had always been my best friend, but to be honest I was expecting this reunion to be a little awkward once everyone found out I was with two men. Hell it was already awkward only because Jasper and Peter knew who Jake was and while they were glad that he was here for me all this time while my mom played her Houdini tricks, they weren't pleased about our past. But everyone had one, I was just glad that they accepted mine so easily.
Flashback
"So, like you said, your mom was really more like an egg donor," Peter said agreeing with me about Renee. They were both taking this much better than I expected.
"Darlin, we can understand why you didn't tell us about her, but we wish you would have trusted us enough to confide in us." Jasper said kissing my forehead.
"I'm sorry." I said for seemed like the hundredth time.
"It's fine, baby girl," Peter said rubbing his hands up and down on my arms, "So Jacob and you were really close?"
I tensed underneath his hands and I know that they could tell.
"Yes, we umm fooled around," I admitted, ashamed, "There's actually something you guys should know. I don't see why it would come up, but it might..." I said trailing off, "I'm not very liked in Forks. The people talk bad about me all the time and I just want you to know that if you do happen to hear something while we're down there, it might not all be true. People like to gossip there and most of the gossip spread is not true."
"Why don't you tell us what we might hear then?" Jasper stated firmly.
"I don't want to talk about it," I mumbled, my face bright red, "Just know that I'm not that person now that I was back then. I love you two with everything I am. Nothing will change that."
With that little speech and a few tears shed over the situation Jasper and Peter swept me up in their arms, carrying me to the bedroom where they helped me forget about the person that I used to be and instead showing me the person that I've become. A woman with a big heart, in love with two men. Two brothers. Who loved her back, no questions asked.
End Flashback
"Where's Billy?" I asked my dad as we all went to sit in the living room.
"Back at the house, Jake here just came over to drop off some of Harry's fish fry for tonight." My dad said sitting down in his recliner chair while Jake stood behind him and me and the boys took the couch.
"Yea, I've actually got to get going," Jake said walking to the door, "Bells, we'll catch up later."
"Sure, sure." I replied using his trademark saying causing him to chuckle on his way out the door.
"Dad, why don't I start dinner," I suggested, "And you can get to know Jasper and Peter."
"Sure Bells," my dad replied looking at me curiously as I stood up and walked to the kitchen.
On the car ride here we all agreed that we wouldn't show any affection for one another until we dropped the bomb on Charlie. We also kept our things in the car in case we were forced to go to a hotel tonight. I was hoping that it wouldn't come to that and that my dad would understand and accept us all as we were, but chances of that were slim and I knew it.
I got everything out that I would need for the fish and the side dishes, knowing that this wouldn't take very long to cook. That was one thing I missed doing. Cooking for my dad. I loved to cook and having someone to cook for made it all the better.
"Hey baby girl," Peter whispered from behind me, his arms snaking around my waist quickly as I jumped and almost slipped to the floor.
"Christ! Peter!" I scolded, "What are you doing in here?"
"Your dad and my brother turned on a baseball game and I said I was going to check in on you," he said kissing my shoulder, past my neck and up to my cheek.
I turned in his arms and slid my arms around his waist, like he did mine. I leaned back against the counter and Peter closed the small gap between us by pressing the lower half of his body against mine, rubbing his erection against my stomach.
I let out a small gasp in surprise as Peter captured my lips in his, plunging his tongue into my mouth. I moaned loudly and moved my arms so that they were wrapped around his neck instead, tugging lightly at his hair. I felt his hands move to my bottom when I was suddenly lifted into the air and placed onto the counter that I was just leaning on.
"Mr. Whitlock, in my father's kitchen?" I asked surprised with a hint of teasing.
If he wanted me in my father's kitchen then dammit, he could have me in my father's kitchen.
"I certainly hope not!" A gruff voice said from behind Peter.
Oh shit!
I hurriedly unwrapped my legs that had somehow snaked around Peter's waist, and pushed Peter lightly on his chest to get him to move. As Peter quickly stepped away from me I dropped back onto the floor only stumbling slightly.
"Dad!" I said somewhat breathlessly.
This was awkward.
"Well I guess I know which one you're with now," my dad grumbled, shooting Peter a glare, his hand brushing against his hip where his gun was usually stored.
It took a moment for Charlie's words to catch up with me, and when they did I stopped short. He was right, I was with Peter, but I was also with that beautiful man sitting in the other room. But now how was I supposed to broach that subject?
"Sorry you had to find out that way, sir," Peter said coming up beside me and putting his arm around me comfortingly.
What was he doing? We were supposed to be telling my dad about the both of them, not acting like I was just seeing one of them!
"It's not my business," my dad muttered, "Just try and keep it out of my kitchen."
And with that he walked back out into the living room leaving Peter and me completely surprised by his response.
"Well let's just hope he has the same mind set when he finds out you are also seeing my brother." Peter said with a nervous chuckle.
I nodded in agreement still looking at the spot where my dad was just standing, hoping that everything would go fine with dinner and that we wouldn't need that hotel tonight after all. He did take me seeing Peter pretty well...was it too much to ask for him to take me seeing Jasper too just as well? Probably.
I groaned out loud and began setting the kitchen table for us to eat.
"Cheer up baby girl," Peter said slapping me on the ass playfully as he came beside me to set the cups down, "At least he didn't have his gun on him when he walked in here and saw us."
Very true. After we finished setting the table, Jasper and Charlie came in and sat down. I moved the chairs around so that my dad was sitting furthest away from Peter. I also put Jasper next to Peter and me the closest to my dad, just in case it got out that I was seeing Jasper as well. Then my dad would have to go through me to get to them...not that it would take him very long, but it might buy the boys enough time to run like hell.
"So Bells, are you going to tell me about you and Luke?" My dad asked.
"Actually, sir, it's Peter." Peter said kindly even though my dad didn't deserve it.
Charlie knew his name; he was just being a jerk about it. I honestly had no idea why he was treating Peter this way though. He was fine with all the other boys who asked me out when I was in high school. Then like a bad scene from a movie it hit me why was dad was being like this. After that whole mess with Adam I never brought another boy home and my dad knew why. Hell the whole freaking town knew why. This was out of my dad's territory now.
Before I could say anything though my dad was away and talking again. But it was only pure stupidity flowing out of his mouth.
"Why did you tell me it was Luke then son?" He asked stabbing his fish, "Are you a liar?"
"No sir." Peter said quickly.
"So then your name is Luke," my dad concluded.
"No sir, my name is Peter," Peter said again, leaning back in his chair as if this wasn't affecting him in the slightest.
"So your name is Peter," my dad said cocking his eyebrow up in Peter's direction, "And you're a liar...They should have groups that you can join for your sickness son. Look into it."
"Dad!" I exclaimed finally stepping in.
It was like watching a ping pong match in which there was no winner.
"It's okay, Bella." Peter said chuckling lightly.
I looked over to Jasper and saw that he was smirking as well. What was with them? My dad pretty much just called Peter, his brother, a pathological liar!
"Thank you for your concern," Peter said turning back to my dad, "I don't think that's necessary but I'll tell you what I will do. We're going to the store later today, what kind of battery does your hearing aid take? I'll pick you up another one since it seems that yours is not functioning properly."
At his words Jasper snorted into his lemonade and I just sat there shell shocked. Did he just call my dad an old man without calling him that out loud? My dad was thirty seven. Only seven years older than Peter. But that information could be saved for another day. I looked over to my dad and saw him glance at his gun holster hanging up beside him, his face red. I was about to grab my boys and bolt when Charlie started cracking up laughing.
"Oh I like you boy," he said still laughing hard, "Bells, I think you found a keeper."
I'm sure my face at that point looked comical. Peter just insulted my dad. Charlie. The chief of Police of Forks. The man had a gun for crying out loud, and he was just sitting there, unfazed by what was happening. But then again, Peter was never one to take insults lying down. I just didn't think he would have the balls to stand up to my father. I was...shocked yes, but I was proud as hell too. That was my man. Well one of my men.
"Who wants desert?" I asked quickly standing up and grabbing my plate and Peters, even though he wasn't finished.
"I'll help you," Jasper said standing up as well and grabbing his plate, still looking like he was going to burst out laughing at any moment.
We both went to the sink and set our plates in carefully before turning to the oven. Since we were still in the presence of my dad and Peter we made sure to keep a respectable distance but all I wanted to do at this moment was snuggle my head into his chest, and feel his arms wrapped around me. My nerves were shot and Jasper just had a way of calming them down, even in the most stressful of situations.
"I think Peter's earned your dad's respect," Jasper mumbled under his breath to me while we got the pie out of the oven.
"Don't even think about insulting the man before we tell him about the two of you," I hissed back as Jasper just chuckled at me.
Men, I swear. Desert flowed easily after that and before I knew it, it was almost eleven and I was getting tired. But I had no idea what the sleeping arrangements were going to be. I was used to sleeping in the same bed with my men but knowing my dad that wasn't going to happen under his roof.
"I'm going to bed," my dad said standing up and stretching, "You two can take the couch and recliner, sheets are in the hall closet." My dad said walking up the stairs.
I laughed at the identical expressions of horror on the boys face.
"Did you really think he was going to let you sleep in my bed?" I teased them as I got out what they would need for the night.
"Hopin'." I heard one of them mutter behind my back which just caused me to laugh again. Silly boys.
That night I tossed and turned. Not in discomfort, but in anxiety. Knowing that my men were just downstairs from me but I couldn't see them made me want them even more than usual. I finally drifted off to sleep some time right before the sun was due to rise.
Waking up the next morning the first thing I noticed was that I wasn't alone. I could feel a warm body practically lying on top of mine and I smiled when I knew it was one of my boys. But where was my other boy? Then I remembered we weren't at their house or even mine. We were in Forks. At my dad's house. I shot up in bed, startling the body next to mine so that they let out a manly 'Omph' before tumbling to the floor with a heavy thud.
"What are you doing in here?" I hissed looking down and seeing a half naked, curly top head peeking up at me. "If my dad catches you in here he will not hesitate to shoot you, Jasper!"
"I appreciate you looking out for me and love you dearly for the rude awakening," he grumbled getting to his feet, "But your dad left over an hour ago."
"Oh." I said somewhat stupidly. In my defense though, I didn't know he wasn't here!
"Where's Peter?" I asked as he climbed back into my small bed, enfolding me in his strong arms.
"Shower. Go to sleep." Jasper muttered.
I giggled lightly and laid my head on Jasper's chest and closed my eyes. Sleep really did sound good right now. I must have drifted back off because next thing I knew Peter was crawling into my bed with us and I could hear the mattress springs moaning in protest at all our weight.
"We're going to crash right through the floor and into the kitchen," Jasper groaned as I laid on his stomach so that Peter could fit a little bit more comfortably.
"Well how about we give the bed a good reason to crash through the floor?" Peter suggested, "That would be a better story to brag about."
"Yea, Charlie would love that." I said glaring at him from Jasper's chest.
"Just a suggestion," Peter laughed holding up his hands in mock surrender.
"Can we go back to sleep now?" I asked groggily.
"That depends, what time is your dad supposed to be home?" Jasper asked.
"How should I know? I don't even know where he went." I replied.
As if on cue we suddenly heard the front door slam, my dad's voice ringing out, "Bells, are you up yet?" I could hear his feet on the stairs and knew that at any minute he was going to open the bedroom door and find us all in this compromising position, and that could just not happen. Not now. Not ever.
"Get up! Get up!" I whisper yelled, standing up quickly, trying to fight off the head rush.
Both Peter and Jasper scrambled from the bed with Jasper once again landing on the floor. It would have been funny if two lives weren't hanging in the balance.
Running for the bedroom door, hoping to get to it before Charlie could I flung it open only to see Charlie standing directly in front of it, his hand raised and in a fist as if he were about to knock on the door.
"What the hell is going on?" He boomed looking past me and into the room.
I turned around to see just how bad the situation was and muttered a 'Fuck' under my breath. There was Jasper standing up by the bed in only his boxers with Peter right beside him, a towel around his hips. He wasn't even dressed? How did I not feel that? This was bad. Very bad.
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