A/N: This is the sequel to It's in his Eyes. It takes place several months in the future. They've been living together for six months or so. It's now summer of the next year. Yes, they are still living in the same house.

A big thanks to Siob (poisonedbirth) for Betaing for me. She's pretty fantastic. ;)

Disclaimer: I don't even live in Arizona. How could I be Stephenie Meyer? That would take some talent.

Chapter 1

JPOV

You have got to be kidding me.

I took out the load of laundry, which was now pink. Alice was going to kill me. I threw the wet clothes into the dryer. A red t-shirt fell to the floor. It was Emmett's.

"EMMETT!" I yelled.

He came to the top of the stairs, leaning against the door jamb.

"Yo. What's up?"

"Come. Here." I said angrily.

"Shit, what did I do?" he asked, bounding down the stairs.

"See this?" I asked, holding up his shirt.

He nodded, confused.

"What color is it, Emmett?"

"Red, dipshit."

"And this one?" I held up an unwashed white shirt.

"White."

"Do you know what color these make when together?"

"Pi- oh shit," he said, noticing the dryer.

"Pink," I nodded. "Oh shit is right. Alice is going to kill you. And me, for that matter."

"Can't we like... bleach them white again or something?"

"I highly doubt it," I told him.

"Let's ask Bella; she'll know something to do with them."

That surprised me. Emmett actually wanted to ask for help. I nodded, then followed him up the stairs.

BPOV

"I want you, Bella," Edward said in a deep, husky voice.

"You have me," I breathed, dazzled.

"Good to know," he whispered, smiling my favorite crooked grin.

His nose grazed the skin at the nape of my neck, followed by his lips leaving a trail of kisses.

His hands trailed down the sides of my body, just barely brushing my breasts along the way. I shivered.

"Edward." His kisses moved lower. "I want you, too."

Those four words gave him all he needed to unzip my pants and shimmy them off me.

I did the same to him, then pulled off his shirt. My hands roamed his perfectly chiseled chest as he pulled off my own shirt.

He started to pull off my thong when the door opened.

"Sweet Jesus," I heard Jasper say.

My heart started pounding. Oh my God. I rushed to get blankets to cover me. My face - I'm sure - was beat red. I looked at Edward, and even his face was flushed.

"Way to kill the moment.." Edward mumbled.

"Can I help you?" I asked harshly.

"Can I remove my hand?" I looked at him to see he had a hand over his eyes. I had to chuckle at that.

"If you want," I told him now that I was safely covered by the blanket on our bed.

"Well, I- we need a little help," he told me.

"Oh jeez. What did you do this time?" Edward asked.

"Not me. Emmett is completely to blame here," he said.

I heard Emmett's footsteps as he walked to our bedroom too. "Well how was I supposed to know- whoa," he said when he got to the doorway. He smirked. "Didn't interrupt, did we?"

"As a matter of fact, you did," I told him. "That's not the point. I believe you need my help? For what?"

"Yeah," Jasper said. "Emmett the super genius over here turned Alice and mines whites into pinks."

"Is that code for something?" Edward chuckled.

"Hey, now, look at the position you're in, and then think about talking," Jasper said.

Edward looked at me, and then at him and smiled. "I would like this position much better if it were missing two people."

Emmett rolled his eyes. "I'm sure you would."

"Whatever," Edward muttered.

"So can you help us?" Jasper asked.

"I can try," I told him. "We.. um.. need a moment." I said, remembering I was only in my panties.

"Oh, right. 'Kay," they said.

They left the room and I took the moment to throw on one of Edward's tee shirts and my booty shorts. It was 11:30 at night; no one else would see me like this.

I walked out, already knowing there was nothing I could do about the clothes. I wasn't going to tell them that though. Better to give them some hope.

I watched my feet as I walked down the stairs to the basement, not wanting to fall.

They had the dryer going on with the clothes in it. "Are you insane?" I asked.

"What did we do wrong?" Jasper looked shocked.

"You mean besides turning it pink? Well, you're going to set in the color. Take it out and put it back in the washer," I said, attempting to not scream at their stupidity.

They followed my instructions and put the clothes back in the wash.

"Okay, now wash how you would usually wash whites. Make sure you have bleach," I told them.

Jasper saluted me, and Emmett got the bleach down, grinning. I rolled my eyes.

"Be careful, bear, that will ruin your shirt if you get it on you," I said.

"I know, Bells. I'm not stupid. Sheesh."

"You? Not stupid?" I scoffed. "That was pretty funny, Em."

Jasper chuckled and took the bleach, pouring some in the measuring cup.

"Is that everything we can do?" Jasper asked nervously.

"I think so." I shrugged.

"Great," he said sarcastically.

"Don't act so scared shitless," Emmett told him, putting an arm around his shoulder, making me laugh.

"Hello! Where is everyone?" I heard Alice call. Jasper gulped.

"Don't worry, bro. I'll take the blame. I'm not afraid of the pixie," Emmett said.

"Yeah, sure you aren't," he muttered.

Alice came to the top of the stairs. "There you are!" she said cheerfully.

"Oh, hi Alice!" Jasper said, calm now. Jeez, he could snap out of it easily. He was good at controlling emotions; both his and other people's. That's probably why he was so good for Alice. Their personalities meshed together flawlessly.

"Hello!" she sang. She glanced around. "Why are you guys all down here? Does it take three people to do laundry?" She laughed.

Jasper gave me a look that said "tell her and die" so I kept my mouth shut.

"I was just taking some laundry down," Emmett said, not very convincingly.

"Sure," she said.

Jasper ran up the steps, skipping every other one. He slipped an arm around her waist and led her elsewhere. She let it go and chatted away. Once out of hearing range, Emmett let out a breath.

"Phew. That was close," he said.

I rolled my eyes again and walked upstairs.

Edward was in the kitchen, looking through the pantry.

I walked behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist, laying my head on his back as he stood there.

"I love you," I told him.

"And I you," he said, turning around to kiss me. "What was that for?"

"Can't a girl just tell her man she loves him?" I smiled.

"I see no harm in that," he said. He pressed his lips to mine, pulling me into a more-than-chaste kiss.

"Good God. The pantry will not be your new hang out," Rosalie said from the living room. I wanted to growl at her, I really did. What was with the interruptions today? Sheesh, a little privacy would be nice.

"Come on," Edward sighed. "Might as well go to bed as clearly we won't able to do anything." I could have sworn he muttered 'damn them' after, but I wasn't entirely sure.

He put a hand around my waist and we walked to our room. I crawled in my side of the bed and relaxed while he slipped off his jeans and tee shirt, leaving him in only his boxers. I rolled to face him as he flicked off the light and crawled in next to me.

I ran my hands down his abs, smiling slightly. His body was amazing. Perfectly muscled and toned.

"Do I at least get a goodnight kiss?" I asked innocently.

"Like you have to ask," he murmured.

He touched his lips to mine and pulled back, teasing me. I pouted.

"You know, I can't resist it when you pout like that," he whispered.

"Then don't," I whispered back.

"Yes ma'am," he smiled my favorite grin and kissed me again.

"Goodnight, my love."

"Sweet dreams," I replied.

"Always when I'm with you," he said.

I laid with my head on his chest, listening to his breathing even out. One of the rare times he fell asleep first. I lifted my head up, to peek at him while he slept. He had a small smile playing on his lips, and it reminded me of the night we met. I smiled at the memory. Snuggling back against his side, I let his deep, even breaths lull me to sleep.


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