BPOV
After Peter and Jasper bandage my arms back up, inspecting to make sure that they don't need medical attention they have me get dressed. The t-shirt is baggy, comfortable and the shorts I have to double knot that way they don't slip off. I carefully brush my hair out and throw it up into a pony-tail to keep it out of my face. Grabbing my toothbrush, I get to work on cleaning my teeth vigorously, still refusing to look into the mirror the whole time. I know I look a wreck. I definitely don't need a reminder of that, nor do I need the reminder of how much more damaged I am now than I was before I moved here.
Stepping out of the bathroom I am met with Jasper and Peter talking softly on the bed before they realize I have walked out and into hearing range.
"I made you some potato soup and cornbread," Peter informs me before continuing, "would you like to eat first?"
Food. I can't remember the last time I ate anything. My mouth fills up with saliva and my stomach growls something fierce. I nod instantly. Jasper pulls back the covers, patting the spot between the two so I walk slowly over and crawl onto the bed to settle in. Peter hands me the bowl filled with soup as Jasper offers the plate of cornbread. Taking the bowl and balance the place on my leg, I begin to slowly eat. They have the TV playing low in the background and that's where I train my eyes on the screen.
"Would you like some more?" Jasper asks making me look down at my bowl and frowning.
"Please?" I reply quietly.
Jasper gets up from bed, taking the bowl and plate from my grasp before kissing my temple then making his way downstairs quickly. Peter slips his hand into mine in my lap, rubbing his thumb over mine gently before bringing our hands up to his lips where he presses a soft kiss on my palm. As Jasper walks back in with more soup and cornbread, he offers me a bottle of water which I take automatically.
Halfway through eating I begin to get full which Jasper of course notices and offers to take the leftovers back down. Peter once more takes my hand in his, this time massaging gently. Jasper walks back into the bedroom and holds out a small pill for me along with another bottle of water. I raise my eyebrow at the offered pill, not moving to take it.
"It's to help you relax, you don't have to take it if you don't want to," Jasper explains.
I hesitate for a few moments before deciding to grab the pill and swallow it down quickly. Peter lifts my hand to his lips once more before motioning me to lay down which I comply. Jasper and Peter shift to that they are sitting cross legged on either side of me and begin to massage slowly and gently each of my hands. They work together, their cold hands effectively massaging away the feel of Jacob's rough hot hands. I can feel whatever medication it is beginning to kick in and my eyes slip close.
They work their way up my arms and to my shoulders where I tense briefly before a small wave of reassurance flows over me with a break of moving hands. Slowly I release a breath I didn't realize I was holding before nodding a bit in consent. Cold hands massage away the monster from before. Back down to my wrists and hands they go before I can feel them shift once more and their touch is gone.
"We're at your feet, sugar," Peter says. "If you want us to stop just say so, understand?"
Hesitantly I nod my head and try not to panic as I feel them begin at my feet and slowly work their way up. A lump begins to form in my throat and then panic sets in as I feel them at my knees. I jerk away from their hands and shoot up to wrap my arms around my legs, pulling them up to my chest tightly. Jasper and Peter both take each of my hands in their own, both murmuring that I'm fine, that I'm safe. They are able to coax me back into a laying position, but they don't go back down to my legs. Instead, the two turn off the bedroom light and TV before settling in next to me, my hand still in theirs.
"Get some rest," one of them whisper as I can feel sleep begin to take over my body.
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Two weeks have gone by since Peter and Jasper found me at the warehouse and slowly, I have begun to be less panicked by everything. I do, however, have nightmares almost every night and I also still have to make sure where they are in a room with me. They have refused to leave me alone- they haven't hunted since I don't know when which isn't healthy for them and I know it hurts them. I had to force them out to hunt, so I am currently alone trying to pass the time. I've tried to read a book and I unfortunately can't seem to concentrate on anything for too long. Looking at the time I decide to go ahead and begin making myself some dinner. By the time I am finished and putting some on a plate, I hear them walking in the front door. Five minutes later they walk into the kitchen freshly showered as they hold hands and make their way over to me.
I get a kiss to each of my temples by the pair of them and raise an eyebrow in question. "Good hunt I take it?"
Each of them pause as if a deer caught in the headlights before slowly nodding. "It was… sufficient," Jasper says.
"Sufficient?!" Peter shouts offended by Jaspers statement.
I hold back a giggle, hopping down from the barstool and taking my plate to cover with plastic wrap to have for later. They bicker about the word sufficient amusing me even further as I put the small pot of food into the fridge as well before taking the long way out of the kitchen. Grabbing my book from the couch, I decide to go out onto the porch with a blanket. Sitting down in one of the gliders, I wrap myself in the blanket before getting comfortable. There is maybe only a half hour left of sunset, so I am able to finish a chapter and a half of my book before I place it on the side table.
It's peaceful out, I can hear the crickets and occasional frog croaking. I can hear the boys talking in the living room as I left the front door open. They're talking softly to one another so I tune them out the best I can and just stare at the open sky. Eventually Peter comes out with a mug in his hand as Jasper comes prepared with another blanket.
"Thanks," I say softly as I take the offered cup and peak inside to see its hot chocolate.
The extra blanket gets placed over my lap before I feel cold lips on my cheek quickly. "Would you want to join us on the swing?" Jasper asks softly.
"Okay," I reply and just like that I am lifted up into Jaspers arms and carried over towards the swing.
Peter sits on the left side as Jasper places me down in the middle with him on my right. Shifting my position, I turn my body so that I face Peter and my back is resting against Jaspers side. Jaspers arm comes to rest over my shoulder with his hand against my stomach. Sliding over, Peter lifts my legs up into his lap, so I situate myself so that I have my feet tucked between his own legs and up under his left thigh. Peter places his hand over Jaspers on my stomach and I grab onto the both of them with each of mine.
The boys swing us gently, Jasper occasionally offering the mug of hot chocolate and we keep silent for a while. I think this is the most content I have felt in a while and as my eyes slip closed, I feel a kiss getting pressed to the top of my head at the same time I feel one against my knee.
JPOV
Peter and I watch Bella as she slips into a deep sleep, not bothering to move her inside yet so that she can rest for once. The night is quiet except for the soft breathing of Bella and the chirping of crickets.
"Have you heard anything back from Uley?" Peter asks lowly as to not to disturb Bella.
I shake my head, pressing a soft kiss to our mates head. "I don't think he'll respond. Photo evidence is pretty damning on the mutts end. I'm not part of the Cullen's so they can't even try to go after them and Sam gave us the go ahead," I shrug.
"What if he shows the father? He's best friends with Bella's dad, isn't he?" Peter questions with a frown. "Would he try to come for her to take her home?"
"Bella's an adult. She can make choices for herself. Charlie never pushed Bella into anything while we were in Forks. Possibly tried to get her to reconsider Edward but as far as I know he let her make her own decisions," I reply.
"We should get her inside- it's getting chilly out," Peter says before gently moving Bella's legs before standing up and taking her into his arms.
I follow Peter up to the bedroom, shutting off the lights and locking the front door as I go. Pulling back the covers so that Peter can lay Bella down in the center, I send a small dose of lethargy to make sure she doesn't come out of the deep sleep. Bella's arms slip away from Peters shoulder's as he settles her in, so he gently places them down before pressing a kiss to her forehead and moving away.
Laying down in our usual spots, each of us stroke our mates hair, keeping it out of her face as she sleeps. Eventually Bella rolls over towards Peter's direction where he instantly envelops her into his arms. A soft sigh escapes through her lips making me smile a bit.
"She's normally screaming by now," I comment.
"There's still a while until sunup… I don't think she's willingly put herself so close to either of us since the first night," Peter replies, rubbing his hand up and down her arm.
"It could be her subconscious letting her know we aren't a threat," I shrug a bit. "I think her fear just outweighs what she knows is logical at the moment. Only time can heal that part of her, and we just have to be patient."
The two of us fall silent for the rest of the night as Bella switches back and forth between being in our arms. By the time the sun is up, she stirs awake, she is back in my arms with Peters arm wrapped around her torso and his hand in hers where she put it in her sleep. Bella, not being a morning person, tries to go back to sleep but to no avail.
I chuckle at her cuteness grabbing her attention. "How did you sleep, darlin?" I ask kissing her head before allowing a small space to come between us to give her some room.
"I didn't dream," Bella says groggily as she slowly becomes more aware of her surroundings and looks down towards where she has Peters hand clenched in her own against her chest. A blush instantly floods her face as she releases Peter's trapped hand, and he takes the hint and unwillingly removes himself from her warm hold. "Sorry," she mumbles as she gets up and makes her way into the bathroom.
"Well… that went well," Peter mutters before getting up and changing into jeans and a t-shirt before walking downstairs.
"Patience, Pete," I say for only him to hear.
A/N: Patience. Vampires have a lot of that. I, however, don't have much patience with this laptop. Would really love to chuck this dinosaur across the living room.
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