** I've thought hard, and decided the least confusing way to do this would probably be to start this during the meeting between the reader, Jensen, and Misha. So forget the last chapter ever happened, and read this. Unless you wanted the reader to stick with Jensen, that is.**

You were still reeling from the conversation you had just overheard. Here you were trying so hard to make your relationship with Jensen work, but maybe that wasn't the right thing for everyone involved. So many thoughts were swirling around your mind, making it hard to concentrate, and you had both men staring down at you, waiting for you to talk.

Why did you have to invite Misha over tonight, you wondered to yourself. You really wanted to talk things over with Jensen, figure things out before you moved on to figuring things out with Misha. But seeing his blue eyes staring down at you, getting lost in them, calmed you down. You felt your heart slowly go back to normal, and you were so caught up in his gaze you didn't hear Jensen clear his throat.

"Y/N, Misha, I really think we need to sit down. And talk, about everything." Jensen said, snapping you out of your own thoughts. You agreed with him. Looking over, you stared at the man you had fallen in love with, and married. He was still the same, wonderful person you had married, but lately things seemed different, forced. 

"I agree." You said, as Misha pulled a chair over to sit down across from you. "But I need to go first. Please."

Jensen nodded, as did Misha, and you knew that no matter what happened here, you had two amazing, supportive men in your life. "Jensen, after I got off the phone with Misha, I overheard you talking to Jared. About how you couldn't do this anymore. Was that true?"

He sighed, rubbing his hand over his mouth, a sure sign that he was frustrated, and getting emotional. "Y/N, I love you. I really do. And I've tried to make this marriage stay together. But then I go back to thinking, to seeing all the times you and Misha were together. The little touches, the glances the two of you tried to hide. You probably thought I hadn't noticed them, but I had. And I don't truly know if I want to stay in a marriage with a woman in love with two men." He said bluntly.

You nodded, knowing that even though his words were true, they still hurt. "I don't know what to say." You whispered.

"Can I say something?" Misha asked, knowing he was still slightly the third wheel in this conversation. Both you and Jensen shrugged, letting him have his say. "I don't know what will happen, but I need to say this. I've been in relationships before. Hell, I was in a long one with my high school sweetheart. But I have never felt anything for anybody, the way I feel for you Y/N. And no matter who you pick, I just wanted you to know that. And I will support your pick, no matter what."

You felt as if you were being pulled two different directions, a game of verbal tug of war. From the beginning of your feelings with Misha, you had always held back, wanting to stick with Jensen, to work things out with him. But Misha had always been there, like a flame and you were the moth. You couldn't help but be attracted to him, and you would love to see where things went with him.

"Y/N, it's up to you." Jensen started, and you were shocked at what he was saying. "This needs to be over with, and soon. You need to make up your mind. But if you stay with me, it needs to be because you love me. Truly and fully. I don't want you staying with me, but still loving and pinning for him. But if you truly love him, then go to him. It would be better for everyone involved. I will survive."

"I agree with Jensen. No matter who you pick, I will support it." Misha said, and you kept moving your glance between both of them, your heart rate picking up. You had figured it would always come down to your choice, after all you were the one in love with two men. 

You glanced at Jensen, knowing you loved this man, your husband. He was kind, and compassionate, everything you could want in a husband. But then there was Misha, who was spontaneous and fun, and so full of life. He had come in so easy, and swept you off of your feet, even when you hadn't wanted to be. His soul seemed to be connected to yours. While your love for Jensen had been a slow burning flame, your love for Misha had come on, and stayed hot. 

You wanted to run and hide, not having to make a choice. It was hard, nearly impossible, but in your heart, you had already made it. "Do you think I could talk to each of you alone?" You asked, thinking things would go more smoothly this way.

"Sure." They both answered, and Misha stood up. "I'll let the two of you talk first."

After he left, both you and Jensen sat there, your hand clasped lightly in his. "Do you remember the first time we met?" You asked him, his smile your answer.

"Yeah, we were both down in Austin, in the ice cream store. You dropped ice cream all down my shirt." He said. "We became close friend after that."

"Yeah we were great friends." You said, watching as the light dawned in his eyes. "Do you think we pushed it too hard, tried to make our relationship fit something it wasn't?" You asked him.

"Maybe. But you were always there, it seemed like the natural thing." He answered.

"Jensen, I'm sure you have already figured out my choice. And it wasn't with an easy heart. I love you, will always love you. But sometimes it seems more like a friend than a lover." You admitted, waiting for him to stand up, to yell, to punch something.

What he did surprised you. Leaning forward, he pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I was always afraid this day was going to come. I always knew that my feelings for you were more than your feelings for me. That's why I wasn't so surprised when this Misha thing came up. It hurt, man did it hurt. But I think the reason I didn't get so mad was because I had always known that someday it would happen." He admitted.

"Do you think we could stay friends?" You asked. "Damn I sound so cliche, but it's true. I don't know if I can go through with this if I won't have you in my life." You told him, tears forming in your eyes at the thought of losing him. It was selfish to ask that of him, but you couldn't help it.

"Sweetheart, it might kill me to see you with another man, especially one I see every day. But give me time, and we could probably make that work. I care about you too much to let you leave my life completely." He said.

"Thank you." You said simply.

He sighed, and it was then you noticed the tears shimmering in his eyes, and you felt your heartbreak for the pain you were causing him. "If you don't mind me, I'm gonna head inside, maybe even head over to Jared's tonight. Give you and Misha some privacy." He told you.

You watched as he walked away, seeing a part of your life leaving. It hurt, but in a small sense you were excited for the next step. As soon as Jensen walked inside, Misha came out. His shoulders were a little hunched, his gaze on the ground. He seemed nervous and unsure