Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Twilight, Stephanie Meyer does, they're all her characters etc and i'm just expanding on her original story :)

This is set a couple of days after Bella has met the Cullens but before the baseball scene. Sorry if I got anything wrong… don't be picky, just enjoy :)

BPOV

Edward glided around the silver Volvo at lightening speed – or normal speed to him – opening the door, allowing me to step out. Edward Cullen: ever the gentleman. His golden eyes, slightly duller than usual, beamed down at me as he took my hand in his stone grasp, sending a spike of electricity down my spine. He began to pull me towards his enormous house, the sunlight just starting to shine on the top story windows, twinkling like huge, hollow eyes. I stopped, pulling his arm towards me so that his ochre eyes were staring down at me, his eyebrows arched slightly and then knitted together as he attempted to decipher what I was thinking; I loved the fact that I was the only one whose mind he couldn't read.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I peered into my stone angel's face as he listened patiently, "I mean, the other day, when you introduced me to your family, don't get me wrong, they were very welcoming, its just-"

"You're worried about Jasper"

It wasn't a question, sometimes it was as though he could read my thoughts.

"Its just, the other day, he didn't seem very… comfortable around me is all".

Edward pulled me closer, his sweet scent encircling me and making my head swim. It took me a moment to arrange my thoughts. As I opened my mouth to speak he pressed an icy finger to my lips,

"Jasper's the newest to our lifestyle, like Carlisle said, 'It's a little difficult for him', but it's good for him to be around you; he needs to get used to your scent. Besides, he and Alice went for a run earlier, I doubt they'll be back for a while", a smile tugged at his lips as he spoke those last words.

Edward spun on his heel and continued to drag me towards his home, when we reached the front door he stopped and tilted his head slightly; I assumed he was listening to the thoughts of whoever was inside.

"Come on", he flashed his pearly teeth and pushed open the door, ushering me inside. The hallway was just as I'd remembered it; the large windows emitting a bright, white light up the stairs. I took a deep intake of breath, again inhaling the honey scent of Edward but at the same time calming my jittery nerves.

As we walked hand in hand up the stairs Edward let out a small groan, rubbing his palm across his forehead.

"Watch out for the large flying objects"

"Why?" my mind raced, was something attacking the house?

"Rosalie is angry with Emmett; apparently he wants you to come and see us play baseball"

"Oh" was all I managed to say, I didn't really understand why Rosalie hated me so much, perhaps I just had one of those faces…

Before I could dwell any longer on the subject Edward pulled me into the kitchen and began frantically pulling things out of the fridge: a carton of eggs, butter, pancakes and God only knows what else.

"Edward, what are you -"surely he wasn't going to eat it?

"Hungry?" he smiled his crooked smile, causing my already-full stomach to do a somersault.

"Err, I just had breakfast actually"

"Oh", he looked suddenly hurt, his eyes dropping to the floor before quickly returning to my face. The smile I loved so much returned as he rushed everything back into the fridge, "Well, it has been over 100 years since I ate real food; I guess my timing's a little off", his smile broadened as he shrugged off his mistake and a fraction of a second later he was beside me, placing a stone arm around my waist. He bent down and kissed me on my forehead before lifting me off my feet and placing me lightly on the kitchen counter. He placed his arms firmly on the counter at either side of me and leant in to brush his nose through my hair, causing that electric current to return. At that exact moment Esme walked in.

The stand-in mother always looked so smart: she was wearing the same knee length skirt she had been wearing the first day we'd met but this time she had a light pink sweater over the top and her hair was pulled into a loose bun behind her head. Her eyes lit up when she saw me and she smiled broadly, "Oh, hello Bella, we weren't expecting you again so soon", she glanced once at Edward and then back to me.

"Err, yeah, Edward said it would be okay", I had to peer past Edward as he remained leaning over me.

"No, no, its fine. It's good to see you again", she looked once more at Edward and then left the room clasping her hands.

"She seems happy", I said when I thought she would finally be out of hearing range.

"She is. She's waited a long time for me to be happy".

I smiled at that, knowing I made him happy. I pressed my cheek to his wintry chest, closing my eyes as I simply rested there, content.

A loud crash from upstairs awakened me from my daze, I looked up into Edward's eyes to see him roll them to the ceiling, "Emmett won't give in, he thinks he can freak you out by showing you how we play baseball but Rose… Rose doesn't agree".

I guessed by the pause that he wasn't telling me everything but I was grateful; I didn't want to know exactly what Rosalie thought of me.

Suddenly an even louder clatter emitted from upstairs, this time it sounded like a window being smashed, a second later the ground beneath my feet seemed to shake and I heard another sound, this time coming from outside, something that sounded and felt like part of the house had fallen down which, given the mood Rosalie was in, wasn't such a large assumption.

"I'll be back in a second", Edward vanished from beside me and I could hear his voice outside, I walked to the window but couldn't see anything and so decided to be nosy and made me way to the back yard to decipher what was going on.