Disclaimer: No matter how much I like to pretend Jasper is mine, he's not! Sniffs.

Summary: Bella's been alone in the house for three weeks. Her husband, Jasper, has been on a long assignment for work. For a homecoming party, Bella invites their good friends Peter and Charlotte over. What happens when Jasper calls to say he'll be late? This will be a B/P/CH with eventual B/J. This will be a lemony short tale! AH

First lemon, people! Go easy on me. Let me know what you think!

Quick age list as I will not mention ages in the story: Jasper and Peter: 34; Bella: 30; Charlotte: 32.

Separation Anxiety

"God Bella, I want you so badly," my beautiful husband tells me.

"Oh yeah, Jazz, show me, baby. Show me how much you want me." He picks me up and I wrap my legs around him instinctively. I hold on as tight as I can as he slams me against the wall. I can't help but moan when he leans in and bites my neck. I swear I hear him growling at me. He knows I love it when he gets all animalistic on me.

"You want me to show you, baby?" he breathes into my neck. Before I can answer, he sticks two fingers into my already dripping wet pussy. He's thrusting his fingers in me with so much force I'll probably be bruised in the morning, but by God, it feels so good!

"Oh, oohhh uugghh," is all I can say.

"You like it rough don't you, my little dirty girl?"

"Y-yes."

"Yes what, Bella?"

"Yes I... uuhh... like it, mmm... rough," I half yell, half moan. He stops all of a sudden and I let out a frustrated sigh before I realize he only stopped to unzip his pants. I can't help but think that I'm not the only dirty one around here. Oh God, I want this so bad. I've missed my husband so much. He's been gone too long. We didn't even bother trying to take each other's clothes off before we attacked each other. Luckily, I decided to wear a skirt with nothing underneath (pants would have been a bitch to take off right about now). Our need for one another was too great.

Without any warning, Jasper thrusts his huge cock into me all at once. "Jasppeerrrr." I can't help but scream out his name.

"Yes, Bella? Do you feel how much I love you?" He thrusts into me hard. I can feel my man everywhere. "Can't you feel how much I missed you?" He punctuates his words with thrusts.

I'm so far gone at this point I can't even think straight. The only word that comes out of my mouth is "fuck."

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you all right, my dirty little girl. I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk afterwards." Impossibly, he starts slamming into me harder. It's like he's trying to push me through the wall. I'm almost sure there will be an indent, in the shape of my body, in the wall in the morning.

There is a sudden knocking on the door. Who the fuck is that? Dammit, I'm so close. It could be the Pope and I still would refuse to answer the door. We both ignore it. "Yes, Jasper, uuhh, yeah baby keep going" I start to feel the familiar coil tighten in my stomach.

The knocking continues.

"Shit." Slightly panting, I sit up in my chair, looking around confused for a minute. Damn it, I must have fallen asleep. Holy shit, that was a great dream. The best one so far! In the three weeks that Jasper has been gone, I have found myself daydreaming more and more. I'm pretty sure it has to do with the lack of mind-blowing, life-altering sex that I usually happen to have with my husband. Well, that's part of it, anyway.

Truth be told, I just miss him. I miss his smile, his touch, his smell, his laugh, his tongue... Whoa, girl, stop that train of thought right there. Geez, horny much? I feel like a sex fiend. I mean, it's only been three weeks. Oh, who am I kidding. It's been three freaking WEEKS!

Another knock at the door reminds me I probably should get my ass up and let them in. It must be Peter and Charlotte. Hmm, it's... oh hell, where's the damn clock? I must have knocked it over in my sleep. Picking it up off the floor, I see that it's only 3:00 p.m. They're early. Fucking Peter. Somehow, he always seems to show up at the most inopportune times. It's like he gets a sixth sense for when something amazing is going to happen (i.e., a desperately needed orgasm). Of course, he chooses to show up and disrupt said event. It gets annoying after awhile. I don't know how Charlotte can stand him sometimes. But you just have to love Peter - he's weird like that. I'm glad that they're here though. They can distract me until Jasper gets home.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," I yell at the door.

"Well, fuck, Red... no need to hurry up. We've only been out here for five fucking minutes and it's not that freezing in November. In Chicago. Take your sweet ass time." Fucker! Sarcastic - but funny - bastard.

"Bite me, Pan," I quip. When I open the door I'm greeted by the gorgeous smiles of my two most favorite people in the world besides Jasper. Man, I missed them. Charlotte is so beautiful, I swear she still glows even though she hasn't been pregnant for almost two years now. You would never be able to tell that she had once gained seventy pounds with her pregnancy. It still amazes me that she got her body back so quickly after giving birth to Emily. Lucky bitch.

Peter, of course, has a shit-eating grin on his face. I know he's missed us. Peter and I, despite our bickering, really are best buds. Hell, he's known Jasper for almost his whole life. They grew up in Texas together. It looks like Peter can't wait until Jasper gets home. They're each other's partners in crime. Jasper is going to be so freaking happy that I convinced these two to come over to welcome him home.

"Well, if it isn't Peter Pan himself. I almost didn't recognize you without your green shirt and loincloth."

He smirks at me. He loves my nickname for him. He is literally the boy who never grew up. It's what makes him a great dad. "Oh, Red, I've missed you, too. As for my attire, well, it was a little too cold to wear my usual. That's why I told Charlotte to keep an extra loincloth in her purse for me at all times."

"Hahaha... Come here, you bastard, and give me a hug." Of course, he doesn't actually hug me. Instead, he picks me up and twirls me around a few times. "Stop! Let me down," I squeal. His hands and coat are freezing on my skin. Hmm, maybe they were waiting outside for awhile. Whoops.

Charlotte stands there laughing but finally takes pity on me. "For fuck's sake, Peter, put the poor girl down before she pukes on you like last time." Peter abruptly stops and sets me down gently, with a scared look on his face. Char and I both laugh... In my defense, it only happened one time and I had just finished eating when Peter got the bright idea to spin me in midair. It was not a pretty sight. Jasper and Charlotte laughed for days about that. It took a bit longer for me to find it as funny. Puking your guts out after eating a spaghetti-with-meatballs dinner is not something I want to go through again for a long, long time. The look on Peter's face was priceless.

I grin widely and grab Charlotte for a big hug. After kissing her cheek gently, I usher her inside. "Hey Char. It's been too long, babe."

"We've missed you so much, Bella." She hugs me again. I take their coats so I can hang them up in the hall closet.

"I'm so glad you guys could come over to welcome Jazz home. We haven't seen you in forever, plus I know Jazz will be stoked to see you two." Ever since Char and Peter had Emily, their social life has slowed down a lot. Char had a hard time leaving Emily alone for the first year because she was so colicky. Now that she's almost two, it's been easier for Char to leave Leelee (if you haven't noticed, we really like nicknames) with a babysitter when she's not working. But being a working mom comes with its disadvantages.

"Of course we'd be here, Red. So when does our man get home? And more importantly, where's the beer?" Gotta love Peter.

"Six o'clock. And the beer is in the fridge. Just make sure you leave some for when Jazz gets home. Help yourself, 'cause I'm going to steal your wife for a minute. We'll be upstairs. Do something manly like watch TV or something," I say with a big smile on my face. "Come on, Char, I require your services."

"Hey, that offends me you know. Just because watching TV happens to be one of my favorite pastimes does not mean you get to demean the male species in general. What would your dear husband think?" Peter mock gasps at me. Fucker just had to come up with a comeback.

"Sure thing, Pan. I'll try to remember your thoughts on demeaning the opposite sex the next time you and Jazz tell us woman to just go buy something 'pretty' when you want to get rid of us for awhile!" I retort, which finally gets Peter to shut up. Char laughs hard at this. I snort a little while pushing Char out of the living room towards my bedroom.

"My, my, I have really missed you, Bella. It's always amusing to watch you put Peter in his place. Helps bring him down a notch. Watching your brilliantly sarcastic mind work is priceless." That does it - now we were both in giggles.

"You know my brilliant, sarcastic mind only lasts as long as Jasper is not here. That man turns my brain to mush. You would think after nine years of marriage, some of his dazzling effect would die down a little bit. But nope, I still find myself wanting to attack him every time I see him." Char chuckles at my admission.

"You do realize that I'm the same way with Peter, right? I swear sometimes he hypnotizes me with his cock. That's how I ended up pregnant with Leelee. 'Don't worry babe,' he says. 'It's not like you're going to get pregnant.' Dumbass!" She laughs. I have to admit it's pretty damn funny. Charlotte freaked out when she found out she was pregnant. I swear I thought she was going to murder Peter in his sleep during her first trimester. It's not that she didn't want kids, she just didn't want them right then. After her first ultrasound, all was forgotten and she gushed about how happy she was to be a mom, and "what a miracle it was." Those were fun times.

Arriving in my room, Char sits on my bed while I go in the closet to get my clothes for the evening. I knew I looked a hot mess after my little afternoon nap. At least I already had my clothes picked out. I didn't want to get too dressed up because, let's be honest, it would all be coming off later anyway. I decided to go with a red halter top with a black skirt. The skirt had an asymmetrical shape to it, so I could look both modest and slutty at the same time. The longest part of the skirt was knee length, the shortest about mid thigh.

"Hey, hun, can you pass me that bag on my nightstand?" I ask while I try to brush my hair out a little.

"Sure thing. This one here?" she asks.

I nod my head. "That's the one."

"Wow, Bella. This set is so fucking cute. Peter would fucking die if he knew I was seeing this and he wasn't."

I giggled a little. "I wasn't too sure if I should buy that or not. I was going to go with no panties, but then I remembered how much Jasper likes to rip them off me. I figured I'd give him a little treat."

"Jasper has always liked it a little rough hasn't he? I hope you bought two pairs. It would be a shame to not wear these babies again."

"In the dresser already." I knew I would want to wear this black lace panty/bra set again. I was secretly hoping they would only be ripped off once more by my dear husband. It was so hot when he did that.

"Speaking of Jasper, how the hell have you been able to stay sane this whole time? How long has he been in Africa? South America? Where the hell has he been for the past three weeks? I can never keep up."

"Africa this time. He's in Namibia helping the local villagers who work in the game preserves build decent housing for themselves. It just amazes me the types of housing they were living in. No running water. No anything. Really not much more than huts. When Jasper heard about the opportunity to help, you know he jumped on it. I've seen his plans and they really were quite brilliant. Very efficient, yet simple. I can't wait for him to develop the pictures he took. You know how he is; he refuses to use a digital camera out in the field. I think I rubbed off on him in that respect. As for going insane, you have no idea, Char. He's never been gone for three weeks straight. I miss him so much. I miss the sex so much. God, I've been daydreaming about him while I'm at work. It's quite pitiful actually. Mike actually found me drooling at my desk the other day."

Char laughs. "I bet Newton loved that. He's such a perv."

"Yup, that was freaking embarrassing. With all this pent up sexual tension, I'm not holding myself responsible for how I'm going to act when he walks through that door." I smile at that thought, realizing how close it is until he'll be home in my arms.

Char gets up and grabs my hand, pulling me with her to the bed. She gently starts to run her fingers through my hair. I close my eyes at the sensation. "Aw, my poor Bella. You should have called and at least told one of us. You know we would have helped relieve some of your tension."

That is why I love this woman. This is why I called her and Peter here today. They both love Jasper and I so much they are willing to do anything for us. They both know how to make me feel special and loved. They always make me feel better. They fit Jasper and I so perfectly. Sometimes I wonder why we never moved in together. We both have big homes with more than enough space. Hmm, I'll have to ask Jasper about that one.

I lean in and give Char a chaste kiss on the lips and say, "I know, hun. But I didn't want to bother you guys with my ridiculous needs." Of course, she tries to argue with me but I cut her off. "Besides, Jasper will be home in like, two and a half hours so I'll be good." She gives me a cheeky grin, smacks my ass and tells me to get dressed so I can look good for my man.

Twenty minutes later, I think I have done a pretty good job. We go downstairs to see what Peter has gotten himself into. I shouldn't be too shocked to see that he had made us margaritas. To say I am thankful is an understatement. All the waiting, excitement, and anticipation are killing me.

"Pan, you sure know the way to my heart. How do you do that? It's like you anticipate what I need before I even think to ask for it," I exclaim.

"It's a gift. I'm just cool like that, Bella. You know you love me for it. Besides, how could I not make our favorite drinks. I'm just as excited as you are about our boy coming home. Liquid courage just helps pass the time. By the way, you look amazing." Another thing that Peter is good at is that he always finds a way to make me blush. Hence the nickname "Red."

"Thanks, Peter. Come on, let's go in the living room. Bring the pitcher," I say after kissing his cheek.

"You're very welcome, Bella," he says very graciously. "You two gorgeous women go ahead and let me salt these glasses and I'll be right there."

Char and I make ourselves comfortable on the couch. I love my couch. It's a huge sectional with chaise lounge on one side. It's a beautiful chocolate brown with big deep cushions. Oh so many memories are associated with this baby. I remember when Jasper took me to buy it. We had just bought our current home and had been married for a few years already. I immediately fell in love with this couch. It was so comfy - much better than the expensive leather couch Jasper wanted.

He had resisted at first. He told me we didn't need a big couch. "Bella, come on why do we need a seven-seat sectional for just the two of us?" Okay, so he actually said, "Why the hell do we need a big ass couch for just us?" I quickly reminded him of how much extended family we have. And I might have said something about all the different ways we could have sex on said couch. Obviously, I got my way. As soon as I promised him sex, he was sold. Men. Promise them sex and you tend to get whatever you want.

When Peter comes back in, he hands us our drinks and we start to catch up. They tell me how Leelee is doing, all the new words she has been saying. I promise them I'll be out to see them soon. Char begs me to come check out the new design of her store. Charlotte has an amazing little designer clothing boutique. She was lucky to get some prime real estate space in the Milwaukee/ North Avenue Wicker park area of Chicago. She has to commute from the suburbs, but it's worth it. The store does pretty well, so when she had to take time off to have Leelee, it wasn't a problem. She made the brilliant decision to include designer kids' clothes after she had Leelee. The store has doubled their business since.

Peter tells me how busy it's been at his job. He works for Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms and has been there for four years now. He was a cop for eight years before he moved on to ATF. Jasper and Peter trained together at the Police Academy, but Jasper injured his knee pretty badly and couldn't continue. I think a part of Jasper is still a little jealous of Peter because Jasper always wanted to be a cop. The first time my dad met Jasper, I swear he swooned after Jazz told him about his, "life changing injury." He did this weird sighing thing as if he was seeing an angel in front of him. Jasper was his dream-come-true for a son-in-law.

Thankfully, Jasper found his true calling in architecture and construction. He has helped build many people's first homes at half the normal cost, usually using his significant trust fund to do it. He's traveled the world working with such companies as Habitat. He finally decided to fund his own organization. It gives him freedom to work where he wants and when he wants. It helps because he usually can work around my schedule to give us more time together.

I tell them all about the projects I am working on for National Geographic. People had always told me that I had a unique way of seeing things, so I guess I was a natural for photography. It's my passion. I love showing people how I see the world. I open their eyes as to the true nature of things. My favorites are usually environmental pieces. You know, the whole discovering how things could be if only we truly put forth effort to conserve our natural resources and eliminate pollution. I believe in the work, which makes it very easy to love my job. I, too, travel a lot. I get to go places not many ever see in person. Jasper and I make it work. A lot of the time, he will come with me or vice versa. We have never, in our ten-year relationship, been away from each other for more than a week. That's why these three weeks have been so taxing for me.

Before I know it, it's almost 4:30. I'm a little buzzed, and I can tell by the way Peter is talking that he is, too. Fuck, I can't wait until Jasper gets here. He had a layover in New York that was supposed to leave about forty-five minutes ago. "Soon. He gets here soon, Bella," I tell myself.

I notice Char leaning on me a bit longer than was entirely necessary after one of Peter's hilarious tales about his and Jasper's childhood. What is she doing? Not that I mind though, I love the way she smells. Like baby's milk. She has been casually moving her hand ever closer towards my inner thigh. Damn her, the little tease. Okay, now she officially has her hand underneath my skirt. She knows how horny I am. Dammit, I knew I shouldn't have had that last margarita. Drunken Bella is a horny Bella. In this case, a very, very horny Bella. Normally I wouldn't hesitate, but today I wanted to wait for Jazz.

Peter has obviously noticed because he starts groaning. "Uuggh, Char baby. As much as I love to see you with your hand up Red's skirt, don't you think we should wait till Jasper gets home?"

"Oh, I know we're waiting for Jasper. I just missed Bella so much I can't help but touch her. Trust me, if you knew what she has on underneath here, you would be touching her, too," she states while giving me a wink and Peter a smirk. Peter groans again and feigns a hurt expression. I have to admit that I love that I have this affect on them.

Before Peter has a chance to say anything, the phone rings. I stand up, taking Char's small hand in my own, and kiss it before running to the phone. I wonder who it is? Maybe Jasper is calling from the plane.

Smiling at the thought of hearing his voice, I answer the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Bella," he says, sounding defeated. At least, I think that's what he sounds like. I can barely hear him.

"Jasper, baby is that you? It's so hard to hear you." Why is the plane so loud? What the hell is going on?

"Baby, hold on a minute.... Okay, can you hear me better now?" The background noise seems to have faded to a quiet murmur in the background. Maybe he went into the bathroom or something.

"Yes. Jasper, what the hell? Where are you? What's going on?" He starts laughing. The bastard is actually laughing. I'm worried and he's laughing? "Jasper Whitlock-Cullen, you answer me right now."

"Sorry." He chuckles again. Grrr. "I'm sorry, babe. You know I love it when you're angry."

"Jasper!" I say, exasperated

He sighs into the phone. "My flight was delayed, Bella." Shit. "I've been here for two hours now, trying to find some type of information about the next available flight. Apparently, there is an ice storm moving its way through Ohio. They said that some flights might be able to leave within the next three hours or so, maybe sooner. The storm looks like it's headed to Canada, which would be good. You have no idea how much it sucks to know I am so close to you but I can't fucking touch you. Fuck. Why today of all days?"

I can't even speak. I know I am crying but I can't feel anything. I'm more frustrated than anything. Fuck is right. Oh, my poor Jasper is stuck alone in a crappy airport all by himself. After the ten-hour plane ride he had from Africa, I'm pretty sure he's not in the best mood at this point, and all I can think about is getting laid. Way to be compassionate, Bells. Shit, I should probably try to calm him down. Think optimistic, Bella.

"I know, baby. I know. Believe me, I wanna touch you, too. Hey, it's gonna be all right. You can catch a flight in three hours and then you'll be on your way home to me. So, you could be here by 10pm or so, right? That's not awful. It could be worse, right? It's not like you're going to be stuck there for days." I let out a little strangled laugh. Wow, I'm really not that good at keeping my emotions out of my voice. "We've waited this long, right? A few more hours won't kill us."

"That's just it, babe. Who knows how long this shit is going to last. If that storm doesn't go up into Canada... Well, I don't want to think about that right now." Oh please, oh please, let that damn storm go up into Canada. Fuck. I let another sob come out. Dammit. I hope he didn't hear that. "Bella, I know you're crying. I can hear you trying to hold it in." Well, shit. "Please don't cry, baby. This is killing me, you know. Why don't you call someone to come over and wait with you? Keep you company so you're not alone?"

I should let him know about Pan and Char being here. He'll love it and he will at least know I'm not alone. Fuck, so much for Peter and Charlotte's visit being a surprise.

"Actually baby, Peter and Charlotte are already here. Surprise!" Someone taps my shoulder. I look around and it's Peter. He just nods at me and starts rubbing my back.

"Holy shit, I can't believe you got them to come out of their cave just to welcome me home. Thank you, baby. I can't fucking wait to get home. God, I love you and I swear I'm going to do wicked things to your body when I get there. Bella, I promise I will be with you soon. Okay, baby? I will call you later if I can. I'm gonna try my damnedest to get on that flight in three hours. Even if I have to bribe the poor ticket agent or something. I don't want you to worry Bella, okay. Things will work out, I just know it. Soon I'll have you bent over the kitchen table having my way with you". His voice had taken on a noticeable husky tone. I shivered and moaned out loud imaging all the things he could do to my body. Man, have I missed his sexy voice. "I should probably stop talking like that. It's probably not wise to be sporting a hard on in the middle of this fucking airport, especially with little children running around."

I laugh. Poor thing. "What have I told you about scaring little children, Jasper?"

"To only do it on Tuesdays," he replies in a hilariously serious tone, which of course makes me laugh harder.

"You always know what to say to make me feel better, ya know that?"

"I try my best, baby. Feel better now?" he asks me sincerely.

"After hearing your voice, yes, yes, I do. God, I can't wait until you get home. I'm gonna let you do anything you want to my body tonight. And I do mean anything, Jasper."

He groans into the phone. "You're killing me here, Bella. Look, sweetheart, I have to get going. I want to make sure I don't miss any information they might have about possible flights. Okay, my naughty girl, why don't you go rinse your face with some cold water and let me speak to Peter?" I nudge Peter with my elbow and mouth, "He wants to talk with you." Peter nods his head in affirmation.

"Okay. Jasper, I love you."

"I love you too, baby. I'll see you really soon. I promise."

I hand the phone off to Peter and head to the bathroom. I feel relatively calmer now. It's gonna suck having to wait another five hours, but after waiting for three weeks, five hours is really not that bad. After I rinse my face, I head back into the living room. I need another drink, that's for sure.

Charlotte asks what happened. I tell her about the flight and the weather. We turn the TV on to the weather channel. We quickly find out that this storm is huge. If it stays on its current path, it could be a lot longer until Jasper would be able to get out of New York. Luckily, it did look like it would be heading northeast toward Canada.

Peter comes sauntering into the room carrying another pitcher of margaritas, with a slight grin on his face. Hmm, wonder what they talked about?

He walks over and sits down next to me. He sets the pitcher in front of us on the table and pulls me into his lap. "Hey, Red, you okay?"

"I'm okay, Pan. Really. I just hope and pray this storm goes into fucking Canada." I can't help but sound a little angry at the end there.

"Don't you worry, little lady. I'd say the Jazz-man is so fucking horny right now that he would pay to charter a jet to fly around the storm to get to you and your tight little pussy," he says. Key blush.

I smack him hard. "Fucker. You are so not allowed to see my panties later," I say, trying to keep a straight face. Try as I might, I start grinning like a fool anyways.

"Oh really? I beg to differ." He dumps me off his lap onto the floor, jumps on top of me, and starts tickling the crap out of me.

"Stop," I laugh. I look to Charlotte for help, but she is laughing hysterically at my predicament. I am so going to get her back later.

"I think not. Now what is it you said? Ah yes, I believe you said I wouldn't get to see your panties tonight." He gives me a mischievous smirk as he releases one hand and reaches down to my skirt, lifting it up.

"Argh, Pan. Hahaha. Stop. Damn you strong men." I would try to struggle but I know it's useless. Besides, I think I am enjoying this far too much.

"Oh, look what we have here." My skirt is now all the way up and boy, can I see the lust in his eyes. "My, my, Red. Black lace? Very, very nice. Charlotte was right. If I had seen these earlier, I would never have been able to keep my hands off of you." Out of nowhere, Charlotte flies at Peter, knocking him off me and onto the ground.

"Victory is mine!" she screams. She's straddling Peter and has his arms pinned down. I sit up and notice that her ass is sticking out just a little, and I give it a hard smack. Thwack!

"Payback is a bitch isn't it, Char?" We all start to laugh hysterically. There is a reason they are my favorite people.

We spend the next two hours watching a movie while drinking our margaritas. It is a pain in the ass to watch movies with Peter. He has to ruin everything by talking through the whole thing, pointing out all the times they make a mistake or when things are overdone.

"Fuck, Pan, how can this beautiful woman stand you? Must you talk through every movie? Is it necessary?" I ask, exasperated.

"Hear, hear," Char chimes in.

"It's not my fault that the movie association has allowed film making to become a travesty in the last two decades. I feel it my duty as an avid movie-goer to critique the films that I watch." He sits back and puts his hands behind his head.

"Yeah, okay, Peter. Movies are horrific but shows like America's Got Talent, which you watch religiously, are top notch, right? Horse shit if you ask me. If you want to know my opinion, Bella, he just likes to complain. It gets him attention. Gee, I know someone else who does that too. Our one-and-a-half year old daughter." Charlotte's on a role. I have to laugh hard.

"America's Got Talent, Peter? Really?" I choke out.

Peter just rambles on about "No respect" and "I don't act like a child." It's funny shit.

When we calm down a bit, Charlotte has a pensive look about her. She looks at me and says, "Hey Bella, you know I don't think I ever heard the story how you and Jasper met. Why don't I know this?"

"Oh shit, that's right! You don't know. Funniest story ever, babe." Peter laughs and I smack him but laugh as well.

"Yeah, Char," I say in between giggles "Jasper will never live that moment down. He usually makes me swear to not tell anyone." Oh, I remember that day ten years ago fairly well. It was the day that fate helped me find my soul mate.

"Oh man, now you have to tell me. Was it as good as when Peter and I met?" Char asks. Hahaha, it's kinda funny because in both instances one of us ended up in the hospital. Char and Peter met at a bar about seven years ago. Char broke Peter's nose after he told her she wasn't pretty enough for him. She took him to the hospital afterward. They've been together ever since.

"Okay, okay, so you know I had dated Edward, Jasper's cousin, right?" She nods her head "yes" so I continue. "Well, by our fourth date, we both knew we weren't right for each other romantically. We decided to be friends. We were both on break at school for a few weeks, and one day he started some bullshit argument about classical versus modern classical music. He decided to play his piano for me to prove his point, only his piano was at his parents' house. He knew his parents were on vacation, so we would have the house to ourselves.

"I finally agreed to go after a lot of convincing and begging on his part. So, we drove all the fuck the way out there, which is like two hours away. When we get there, he has the audacity to tell me he left the damn key at his house. I was so fucking pissed. He just dragged me out to the middle of nowhere. We were in fucking cornfields, Char.

"Anyway, he said his parents had one of those rocks you can put a spare key in, only his dumb ass couldn't remember which fucking rock. I was officially tired and hungry and pissed as hell when I suggested I break in. He freaked at first. 'What the hell, Isabella, you want to break into my parents' house? I can't just throw a rock through the window.' I rolled my eyes at him, the pussy. He was always such a drama queen. I smacked him and told him I could pick the lock. Great thing about growing up with Charlie, he always wanted me to be prepared. That's why he taught me how to pick locks, shoot guns, and fish.

"So, I use the bobby pins in my hair to pick the lock. As I'm opening the door I turn smugly to Edward to tell him 'I told you so.' That was a mistake because when I turned back to the open door, I got nailed in the face with a frying pan." Char winces a little and mouths the word "ouch." Peter laughs out loud.

"Next thing I know, I'm waking up in the hospital with a concussion and broken nose. I really had no idea what had happened so I was shocked to see this gorgeous man in my hospital room with me. He was asleep in a chair by the window. He looked like a damn angel." Peter laughed at that. "Screw you Pan, I was still heavily drugged okay. So, I fell back asleep without ever saying anything to him. When I woke up again, Edward was there and explained to me that Jasper had come home without anyone's knowledge. He had used the spare key that Edward couldn't find. He thought we were burglars. He was scared shitless. He had even called the police. Hahaha. Dumb ass.

"He came in with the most pathetic slash guiltiest look on his face, like he had tried to kill me or something. 'I'm so sorry, darlin' Bella. I would never try to harm someone as beautiful as you.' Needless to say I was black and blue everywhere, my nose was taped, my eyes so swollen I could barely see out of them, so when he said those sweet words, I melted. I fucking fell in love right there. I told him it wasn't his fault, that if I was in his position, I would have done the same thing, only with a knife. Who uses a frying pan as a weapon? Anyways, the whole time I was in the hospital he never left my side. Took me like two months to heal but it was so worth it."

"That's fucking hysterical, Bella. I can't believe he put you in the hospital. I'm shocked your nose isn't a little bit crooked," Charlotte laughs.

"Oh, you mean like your husband's?" I reply sarcastically. Poor Peter's nose was never the same after Char decked him that day. I think he liked it; he claimed it was a battle scar of love. Yeah right. That's why he told everyone at his job that he got his nose broken during a bar fight.

"Low blow, Red," Peter says

Char snorts in laughter. "Hey, I happen to like his nose crooked. Not only did it bring his ego down a notch, but it also reminds me of Owen Wilson's." I can't help but laugh, but Peter looks pissed.

"What?" he asks.

"What, honey, he has a nice ass," Char replies. That does it. Peter flies across the room to grab Char. He quickly pushes her down on the couch onto her stomach. He restrains her hands behind her back and starts spanking her playfully.

"I have a much better ass that that prick. Say I have a better ass, Charlotte, and I'll let you up." He smacks her again and she yelps in surprise.

"Nope, argghh. Peter, get off of me." She's laughing and starts to look at me for help but I shake my head. There is no way am I getting involved in that. Besides, this is payback for earlier when Peter was practically sexually assaulting me. Even though I admit that I liked it, she still could have helped sooner.

"No looking at Bella, sugar. She won't help you," he says. "Hey, Red, who has a nicer ass? Owen Wilson or me? Tell my little lady here what the right answer is."

Hmm, decisions, decisions. Shall I play by the rules, or piss him off by helping out Char and maybe make this night more interesting.... Hmm.

"I don't know, he does have a pretty nice ass." I guess I'm trying to piss him off. Char laughs. Peter is… SHIT!

"Argh! Stay away from me, Pan." He runs right at me with Char flung over his shoulder. Strong fucker.

"Oh no," he says as he grabs me around the waist. "I think I need to teach my girls a lesson," he breathes into my ear. Oh shit. We are so in trouble.