I apologize for the delay but the madness that comes with moving has started. It's amazing how much shit a family of 4 can accumulate in 3 years. I am writing when I get the chance, I apologize in advance because the next couple of months will be hectic. Thanks for sticking with me.
"I am so sorry I'm late." Leah said rushing into the bedroom and straight to Paul. "Our staff meeting went over. I left as soon as I could."
Paul looked up from his laptop and smiled as she bent down to kiss him. His fingers weaved through her hair and pulled her closer so he could deepen the kiss. Several wonderful minutes later he pulled away, breathless. "No worries, we don't have anywhere we have to be, but I do have to tell you I'm really liking this hot for teacher look you've got going on." She was wearing a black pencil skirt with an ivory silk t-shirt that was tucked in and a pair of black heels.
"You're stupid. There is nothing remotely hot about this and my feet are killing me." She argued pulling off her heels and dropping them to the floor "We had to dress "professionally" today since we were meeting with members of the accreditation committee. This mandatory state testing shit is going to give me an ulcer, but enough about me, how are you feeling?" She sat next to him and cupped his cheek looking for some sign that he wasn't ok.
Leah hated leaving him that morning, but she had no choice; she had to be at work to attend a bunch of mandatory meetings. When she left he was still sleeping which only worried her more because he was usually the first one up. She had called him constantly throughout the day but it still wasn't the same as her being there to take care of him.
"I promise I'm fine. That pill just makes me feel…I guess "discombobulated" would be the best description. I slept off and on throughout the day and Hannah made sure I woke up and ate. Other than that I've just been lying here and getting some extra work done."
"So I see." She looked at the all the files and contracts covering the bed. "You were supposed to be resting. Where did you get all this?"
"I had CeeCee bring it to me."
"Well, it looks like me and CeeCee need to have a little chat. Its obvious neither one of you know the definition of resting. Where's Jacob? Did he know about this?" She asked waving her hand at the mess.
"No and he already yelled at me." He said pouting like a two year old. "He's taking a bath."
"I'm going to go say hi and while I'm gone you are going to put all this shit away. You're done working for tonight. I'll be right back." Giving him what she hoped was a threatening look she went into the bathroom. Sure enough Jacob was sunk deep in the tub surrounded by bubbles. "You have no idea how manly you look right now." She teased walking to him and sitting on the ledge.
"Don't make fun of me, my poor ego is already bruised and bleeding. I spent two hours in a room full of football players who are convinced I have a vagina. One even asked for my number. I'm sore as shit. I figured a bubble bath couldn't make it any worse."
"Why are you so sore?" Worry furrowed her brow.
"I worked out with Quil today. That guys a fucking beast. I'm not a little man by any means but in that locker room I felt like a fucking pre-pubescent tween. Some of those guys were doing bicep curls with the same weight I bench press."
She ran her hand over his sudsy chest and smiled. "If its any consolation I love your muscles just the way they are. I wouldn't want you to be all bulky like that, its gross." She shuddered dramatically for extra effect. "Why don't you have a gym here?" she asked, the thought just hitting her.
"Why don't you guys have a gym here? I mean I know you usually work out at that place by the office, but the way you two like to waste money I'm surprised you don't have a little gym here or at least a sauna or Jacuzzi for when you are sore."
"I don't know, I never though about it. We never really spent time here before you. It's a good idea though, I'll have Paul draw something up, but enough about that. You haven't greeted me properly. Get down here and kiss me." He sat up to meet her halfway and their lips collided. "Mmmm…I love you," he mumbled tickling her lips. She giggled.
"Mmmm… I love you, too and your very hot body."
"C'mere." He whispered pulling her closer to him. Lost in the kiss she didn't realize what was happening until her ass hit his thighs and water sloshed over the tub and on to the floor.
"Jacob, you got me all wet." She whispered referring to her wet clothes.
"Say that again." His mouth was too damn distracting, she didn't even care that she was in the tub fully dressed.
"Say what again?" She asked when he finally gave her a chance to breath.
"Tell me I'm getting you wet. I like it when you talk dirty." She froze. Her eyes bugged out of her head and her face went up in flames.
"Oh my god, Jacob!" He started laughing at the look of shock on her beautiful face. Flustered, she slapped at his shoulders and struggled to get out of the tub. Between the tight pencil skirt and his slippery skin it took her several attempts before she succeeded. Grabbing a towel she started angrily drying what parts of her she could, it was a futile endeavor however, since she was now completely soaked. Her mumbled curses only made him laugh harder. She was about to tell him exactly where he could shove his sense of humor when he unplugged the tub and stood up. Her mouth went dry; her heart stopped beating and all thoughts except for the ones about the naked man in front of her fled her mind.
Bubbles were sexy as hell…especially when they slid down a chest like that.
"Get back here, Leah, I'm not done with you." He said grabbing a towel. Once it was wrapped around his waist her concentration broke and she ran out of the bathroom only to be stopped short by Paul's chuckles. He was smiling as he held up a piece of paper with a huge "10" written on it.
"What's that for?"
He winked at her, "Wet t-shirt. You win." She started laughing and shaking her head. She really needed to get over her bashfulness with these two. They were incorrigible. Going to her closet she changed out of her wet clothes while Jacob started talking to Paul about designing a home gym. Warm and comfy in a pair of flannel pajama pants and a tank top she took her wet clothes to the bathroom and hung them over the shower to dry.
"So what's the plan for tonight?" She asked no one in particular when she made her way back into the room and sat down next to Paul.
"You and Paul are going to have a romantic dinner for two and I've got a hot date." Jacob informed her from his closet.
"A hot date?" she questioned, her little green monster rearing her ugly head. She curled up next to Paul as Jake walked out pulling on a t-shirt and fixing his hair.
"Yup, hot brunette. Stacked chest, flat stomach, long muscular legs…just my type." He said teasing her. "I'm going out to eat and get a few beers with Quil, Baby. He's having a few problems with Claire and needs someone to talk to, but I like that you get jealous."
"I wasn't jealous." She lied. He leaned over the bed to give her a kiss goodbye.
"Liar." He whispered before pulling away. Grabbing his wallet, phone and keys off his dresser he walked to the door. "I've got my phone, call me if you need me. Don't fall asleep, Leah. I have plans for you later." He looked at Paul, communicating in the silent way they often did. "You good?"
"Yeah, I need to do this alone." Nodding Jake blew one more kiss to Leah and left.
"What was that all about?" She asked snuggling even closer.
"I told him I wanted to talk to you alone. That's why he's going out with Quil."
"So he and Claire aren't having problems?"
"No, they are. He found out she's been cheating on him. I don't know why he didn't get rid of her long ago; she's not good for him. But that's neither here nor there. I want to explain last night and to apologize." She nuzzled her nose in his neck and kissed the ticklish spot just beneath his ear.
"There's no reason to apologize and I already told you that you don't need to force this. I'm not going anywhere."
"I know, and I'm not. I want to talk to you about it but I'm not going to lie, I'm a little nervous. I've never told anyone before. The only people who know are Jake, his parents and my shrinks."
"I love that you trust me enough to want to talk to me. You know it goes without saying that anything you tell me stays between us, right?"
"I know. I never doubted that. We'll talk, but first I want to go downstairs and eat. I'm starving and I need to get out of this bed. I hate not being productive."
"You've stayed in bed all day before." She countered her voice seductively low.
"Yeah, but you were with me so I was being very productive." The pink flush that covered her cheeks made him fall in love with her for what must have been the hundredth time that day. He never knew love could be such a miraculous gift. He was going to do everything in his power to make sure she knew everyday what a miracle she was.
It was a while later when Paul found himself in the living room with Leah. Dinner had been relaxing. They stuck to small talk about work and football but now it was time to get down to business and he didn't know where to start. He was pacing around the room while she sat there patiently waiting for him to say something.
"Paul, this really isn't necessary." She said, worried he was putting too much pressure on himself.
"No, it is. When I…I was…My parents were…I'm…" He kept starting and stopping unable to find the right words.
"I tell you what, lets do it this way. Come over here." She called him over the oversized chair she was sitting in. When he reached her she made him sit down and got comfortable in his lap. "You're trying to force this and it isn't going to work that way. Why don't you tell me about what happened last night?"
Frustrated he growled, "That's what I'm trying to do."
"No, not what caused it, but what actually happened and what I need to do if it happens again." That seemed to relax him.
"Oh, ok. That's easy enough I guess. What happened? I don't think anyone really knows what happens. I've actually been diagnosed with several different things over the years. Depression, insomnia, and anxiety, ADHD, OCD, PTSD and one guy even said I was a Catatonic Schizophrenic. Different doctors have said different things. I've been on so many different medications I don't know what's what anymore. Dr. Anderson, the psychologist I've been seeing for the last five years, has really helped me. I guess when I was little it was really bad but I can't remember. They said I'd have episodes that would last for days. Now the longest it lasts is like a half hour and it's been a long time since even that's happened."
"What are they? The episodes?" She asked encouraging him to continue.
"I guess the best way to explain it is I just shut down, my mind can't take what ever triggers the memories of my past and to protect itself it shuts off. I haven't had one in almost five months and that one was mild, it only lasted five minutes or so."
"Can I ask what triggered it last night?"
"I…I don't think I'm ready to talk about that yet." He answered honestly. He was embarrassed enough and he didn't want to make her feel bad about being with Jake.
"Ok. If it happens what do I need to do?" She asked changing the subject. She knew what he was going to tell her was going to break her heart, but she also knew whatever it was he needed to do this at his own pace.
"Ummm…just what Jake did? Get me into bed and get my meds in me if you can. There's one pill I take daily and another for when I have an episode, I guess it sort of re-boots my brain. Oh and I don't remember anything about going to the dark place." He said the last part in a sad little voice and Leah's heart went out to him.
"The dark place?"
"Yeah, that's what I called it when I was little. Everything just goes black. I wish I could tell you what I saw when it happens but I really don't remember." He was staring off into space and Leah wished she had though to grab her phone. What if talking to her triggered something,
"Paul, did your father hurt you?" She asked gently.
"Yes." He answered not looking at her; he seemed to be somewhere else, his eyes glazed over and focused on something somewhere in the past.
"Did your mother hurt you?"
"Yes. Sometime the things she would say hurt worse than when they'd hit me." Leah felt like she was walking on the edge of a blade. She wanted to hug the little boy he had been and protect him from all the evil in the world but, she also knew how proud the grown man was. He would take her pity as an insult. "You want to know the ironic thing. It was because of them me and Jake became friends." He looked at her with a sad little smile; he seemed to be back in the room with her.
"How was that?"
"We were in first grade. It was recess and there was only one swing left. It was next to Laurie Walker. We both had a crush on her." He chuckled at the memory, "We got in a huge fight and Jake punched me in the nose. It was nothing really, I barely felt it but we both got suspended for two days. When I got home my parents were furious that I had gotten into a fight with the Chiefs son. My dad usually hit me where it wouldn't show, but that night he lost it, especially after Chief Black came to our house to make Jacob apologize. My parents lied and said I was asleep, but I wasn't. After they left my father beat he shit out of me for calling attention to our family, people on the reservation liked to gossip. He gave me two black eyes and quite a few other bruises you couldn't see. When I went back to school after the suspension and Jake saw me he thought he had given me the black eyes. He felt so bad. He swore then and there that he would be my best friend forever. He didn't learn until years later that he hadn't been the one to give me those black eyes."
"And he kept his promise. He was your best friend." It wasn't a question. She now understood their closeness a little bit more.
"He was. He was my savior; I used to get picked on a lot. He made sure I wasn't. My parents weren't broke, but they spent all their money on drugs and alcohol. Taking care of me was nothing but an inconvenience. I was the kid everyone made fun of. My clothes were dirty and too small and there were times the only thing I would eat was the free school lunch. They'd get wasted and forget about me. I learned early on not to bother them when they were high. That was just asking for a beating. When they were partying I'd lock myself in my room and hide in my closet."
"No one knew?" He shook his head.
"I was too scared to tell. They said no one would believe me and that they would take me away for lying. They were horrible people but they were still my parents and all I knew. It got a little better once Jake and I became friends, I would spend most of my time at his house. He would give me the clothes he grew out of and Sarah would feed me all the time. Billy would take us fishing and camping on weekends. My parents would let me go because it got me out of their hair."
"Jake never saw the bruises." She knew what his answer would be, she'd had an abused student when she was interning at a daycare in college. They covered it up well.
"He did but I lied about how I got them. Made him promise not to tell, told him I would be sent away. That scared him enough that he never said a word."
"What changed? Were they finally reported?"
"Yeah, it got real bad one night and the police were called. I was in the hospital for a couple of weeks and then they placed me in a foster home. Billy found out and was furious, he got me out the very next day and I've been with them ever since." The way he rushed to end his story told Leah there was more to it, but she didn't want to push him.
"What are Jakes parent like?" And that was it. Paul's mouth opened in surprise only to close just as fast. After what he just told her she was still here, in his lap, holding him like she never wanted to let go. Granted he had been as vague as possible. He needed her to know he was abused because it did effect how he lived his life, but he didn't want or need her to hear the gory details. Even knowing what she knew she held fast, there were no pitying looks or demands for specifics. She took what he gave as far as information was concerned and moved on. She knew he had reached his limit as far as sharing went for the night and swiftly changed the subject.
"Thank you." He whispered. Giving her a soft kiss he braved a glance at her eyes and his breath caught. All he saw was pride and love shining back at him and maybe a little bit of hurt on his behalf, but it was just like she promised. Nothing had changed. "Billy and Sarah? They are the most amazing people you'll ever meet. We told them all about you. They want us to bring you home for Thanksgiving."
"You told them about me?" She didn't know what to think of that. Did they tell them the truth? Oh god, what would they think of her?
"Leah, they know what kind of lifestyle we live. They support us and always will as long as we're happy. They won't judge you if that's what you're worried about." He assured her. He was about say more when Jake came strolling through the door. Paul sighed in relief; he needed help convincing Leah that she would be welcome. More than welcome, Sarah was ecstatic her boys had finally found someone to love.
"Look at you two all cozy in the big chair. Did I give you enough time or do I need to make myself scarce?" He asked, not the least bit upset that he might be sent away.
"No, your timing is perfect. I was just about to tell Leah about Thanksgiving at the Blacks." Paul said giving him a little smile of reassurance.
"I'm not sure I can go home with you guys." She said nervously. "My parents want me to come home too, I haven't seen them in a while and they've been driving me crazy."
"Oh ok, that's cool. We can just go with you to your Parents and plan to see my folks another time. They'll understand, maybe Christmas?" Jake said being entirely too helpful.
"No…no that's ok. I couldn't ask you guys to do that; we can just go separately this time. I wouldn't want to hurt anyone's feelings." Leah argued shifting nervously. She pushed herself up and gave them a weak smile. "I'm thirsty, I'll be right back." Without another word she headed towards the kitchen. Jake and Paul both looked at the glass of ice water that had been sitting on the small table next to her.
"I take it your talk didn't go well?" Jake asked.
"No, it went great actually. I'm not sure what just happened."
"Did you tell her everything?"
"No." At Jakes glare he rushed to continue. "She knows about the episodes and that my parents abused me. I don't want her knowing all the horrid details and feeling sorry for or treating me differently. I know there are still some things I need to tell her about and I will in time. It's just hard and she seems to understand that."
"Take your time as long as you're honest with her, that's all I ask. Maybe she's more upset than you thought?"
"I don't think so, I mean I know she was upset but she didn't tense up until I mentioned Thanksgiving."
"Well something's bothering her and since neither of us are mind readers maybe we should just go and ask her." Paul stood up and shook his head.
"Since when are you the voice of reason?"
"Fuck if I know." Jake said following Paul to the kitchen. "But If I'm the one with all the smarts in this relationship were screwed. You're supposed to be the brains of this operation."
"What does that make you?"
"And Leah?" Jake broke out in a huge smile.
"The Beauty of course."
Leah was standing at the sink looking out the window when they came into the kitchen. She knew they were there. She could feel them both staring holes into the back of her head.
"Leah, what's wrong?" Paul asked
"Nothing, I'm fine." She lied and quickly wiped her eyes before turning to face them.
"What you're not is a liar. You need to talk to us, Honey. We can't read your mind and in a relationship like this communication is everything. Are you upset because of what Paul told you?" Jake tried to guess.
"No…yes…I mean I am upset that he had to go through all that and I want to kill his parents, but that's not what's bothering me."
"They're already dead." Paul said with zero emotion. Leah's gaze flew to his with a million questions she knew wouldn't be answered any time soon. "Tell us what's wrong."
"No one knows."
"Know one knows what?" Jake asked pulling out a bar stool and having a seat.
"About us, or rather you guys. I haven't told any of my friends or family about us yet. I'm…I'm too ashamed."
Jake and Paul both recoiled. Her words hurt. A lot. Fighting to get his heart under control Paul sat down next to his brother.
"You're ashamed of us?" He asked, hurt filling his voice.
"God no, never of you, either of you. I love you both with all my heart. I just don't know how to tell people about us. I know how it will look and I know what they will think—about me. I'm worried about what people will think and I don't know how to get passed that." She was crying again, big silent tears that ran down her cheeks and fell to the floor.
"Do you want to be with us, Leah?" Jake asked holding his breath.
"Yes. More than anything."
"Then that should be the only thing that matters, but I also understand this is all new to you and will take some time. I'm not going to lie, it hurts that you feel this way, but I'm willing to do whatever need to feel more comfortable. What have you told people so far?"
"I call you "PJ" for Paul Jacob. My best friend was there that morning you sent the flowers. She misunderstood when I said the flowers and bracelet were from Paul and Jacob. I never corrected her."
"Do you want to be with just one of us?" Paul asked, his eyes wary and full of sadness.
"No, I need and want you both. I just don't know how to tell the people in my life especially my parents."
"I would think as parents they would want you to be happy." Jake said thinking of how understanding his own parents were.
"I went from having one boyfriend in high school to barely dating to being in love with two men. They are going to think I've lost my mind or worse that you two are taking advantage of me."
"We can meet them and reassure them that that's not the case." Paul got up and walked over to her pulling her into a hug. She held him and shook her head.
"I need to tell them first. I'm sorry, but his is going to break their hearts and I need to tell them on my own and make them understand. I can't have them judging you guys. It would kill me."
Two more warm arms wrapped around her. "You do what you need to, but believe me when I tell you the longer you wait the worse it will be. They need to hear this from you. Reporters and photographers follow us all the time; eventually they will get a picture of the three of us together and what will they think then? We love you, Leah, and you love us, in the end that's all that really matters. Not the opinions of strangers."
"My family isn't strangers."
"That's how you're treating them. The world is going to judge us, Leah. Family won't. Have faith in them. Sure they may be upset at first and we can't blame them, it can be a bit of a shock, but in the end they will realize what we have is real and beautiful and forever."
"God, I hope so. I'll tell them, I just need a little bit more time." She took a deep breath and let out the rest of her fears. "I want to meet your parents. I really do but I'm scared. I'm scared they will think I'm some gold digging tramp."
"We wish." Jake snorted. Leah and Paul both gave him a dirty look. "Sorry, that came out wrong. What I meant was we wish you would let us spend more money on you."
"The next time you decide to stick your foot in your mouth, don't include me. I don't wish for anything like that. Yes I would like to give you more gifts, but I also know it's not something you're comfortable with."
"Ass kisser." Jake mumbled before punching him in the arm. Leah got between them and put a hand on each of their chests. Sometimes they really were like two little boys.
"All-right you two before this gets ugly lets go back in the living room and make plans to go to La Push for Thanksgiving. We'll deal with my parents, but first I want to meet yours. I have to thank them." She dropped her arms and walked out of the kitchen.
"Thank them for what?" Jake yelled after her. She was smiling when she stuck her head back in the door.
"Thank them for the loves of my life. For raising two extraordinary men." Paul and Jake both puffed up with pride. "Thank them for loving and supporting you." They were speechless. Leah started blushing, the flush passing her hairline and dipping below her tank top. "You want to know what I'm really thankful for?" She whispered.
They both noticed the shift in her mood and nodded.
"I'm thankful that you both have extremely large cocks." She squealed and ran out of the room.
"Did she really just say that?" Paul asked shocked, the cock in question now hard as hell.
"I've been working on her dirty talk. Fuck me, that was hot." Jake swore and looked at Paul. Neither said a word as they raced out of the kitchen to find her.