#emma ask

“You can just say we were gay, Stanford.”

“Alright, fine Fidds, we were gay… Anyways, to prevent getting found out and potentially having our college educations ripped from us, we pretended to be in relationships with women. For a long time it was just a few flings here and there, some dates, but no relationship really stuck. Until, that is, Fiddleford met Emma.

Prior to meeting Emma, neither of us had even considered that liking both women and men was an option. So you can imagine my surprise when Fiddleford burst into the dorm in tears about loving us both and not wanting to lose either.”

“I never told Emma bout us neither, which was a mistake on my part because it created a lot of confusion later down the line.”

“It was only when I met her in person that I realized what Fiddleford had meant when he said he loved her. Emma is perfect in every way! Of course any man with any sense would fall for her! But none of us understood anything about polyamorous relationships, so I gave Fiddleford an out. I told him he could leave me, and continue to date Emma.

He was very against the idea, but eventually agreed and went on to later marry Emma officially. With me as his best man. The rest of our college years went smoothly, me pretending to just be Fidds’ long time best friend and not his ex boyfriend.

Eventually, and we really should have seen it coming, Emma figured out our relationship through old polaroids Fidds and I took.”

“I was terrified at first. I thought my husband, who’d I’d just married three months prior, had been cheatin. I was scared and angry, and I took it out on Stanford. He reassured me that they hadn’t done anythin, and while I still wasn’t happy, I was relieved.

I drilled into the poor man, squeezed every last answer outta him about what had been going on. Eventually, he spit out about the act to date women to deter suspicion, and later confessed he still had feelings for Fiddleford, even after they had separated.

By then I just felt more guilty and just… bad. When I talked to Fidds about it, he confessed he loved us both, and never wanted to choose. He just thought it was what was best for everyone.

I wasn’t so angry anymore. I knew that even if Ford and Fidds weren’t in a relationship behind my back, Ford was still a good friend, and no doubt cutting him off would upset Fiddleford immensely.

So, I kept him around. Invited him out with Fidds and I, spending time with him one on one to get to know him, and having him over for dinner a lot.

Well, that turned into one night when the three of us decided to stay at the dorms during winter break. We passed all our exams, and wanted to celebrate with some good booze. Soon, all three of us were plastered, and one thing lead to another…

When we woke up the next mornin, heads poundin and stomachs churnin, we realized what had happened. But… instead of freakin out or somethin crazy, we just laughed. We laughed and laughed for what felt like hours.

The three of us sittin there with our terrible hangovers just felt… right. The three of us talked… for a long time.”

“By the time we were done chattin, we had decided that we would try out a relationship. Course, we ain’t know the term then, so we were very awkward the first few months. But soon enough everything clicked into place, less tension, more confidence. We felt safe together. And well, we’ve been together ever since. Only Emma and I are married legally, but that doesn’t stop us from still considerin Stanford our husband by any means.