A/N: This chapter is dedicated to all my reviewers! You made me feel so happy!


ESME POV

I had just sat down in the loveseat on Carlisle's lap, quietly humming Sway, the Bublé version of course. You must admit; the kid can swing! I smiled to myself, enjoying the tune. I tried not to think of what happened yesterday while the kids were out hunting, I didn't want to make Edward uncomfortable, but it was just too hard. I loved how Carlisle dressed yesterday, the way he spoke, and the way he looked at me. It was just wonderful. Although, I just couldn't help but feel like we were being watched. It was a strange feeling, I know, but I didn't let that get in the way. At all.

Bella had just come down the stairs to join everyone seated on the couch. She sat down on the other loveseat, with Alice sitting on the arm.

I can't help but be taken with my soon-to-be daughter each time I see her. She was really beautiful, it's a shame that she doesn't see that herself though.

"Morning Bella. How did you sleep?" Ah, Alice, always the chipper one.

"Uh, well? And thanks for moving me inside I guess."

"No worries. You know, I knew you talked in your sleep but I didn't know how weird the stuff you said was. Now I know why Edward loves it so much."

Oh, poor Bella. I sometimes wish I could sleep again, but I honestly would be scared to talk in my sleep. Dreams are supposed to be a private affair and to voice that dream wouldn't be pleasant and to have people listening to what you are saying would be embarrassing.

Especially with Emmett around, if he heard what you said, there would be no doubt he'd find it amusing and make fun of you. Unfortunately for Bella, everyone including myself was curious. She cringed slightly at the thought of what she must have said before replying.

"What did I say Alice?"

Alice giggled as though she was going to enjoy herself. That was never good.

"Well . . ." She took in a dramatic breath and launched in to her story. "You started out by singing this really weird song. I think you said 'If you think love should be a crime, then lock me up for life. I'll do the time with a smile on my face thinking of her in her leather and lace.' Over and over. Then, you spoke in clipped words and sentences. You mostly said 'grease monkey' and 'bent eight' a lot. My personal favorites, I'll jump 'em I swear I will and stupid sexy parents. Now Bella, what type of dream were you having last night?"

Oh, wow. What kind of dream was she having last night? What could have possibly influenced her to sing that horrible song!

Edward looked at me through the corner of his eye and smiled. Seriously, it's utterly annoying! I was shocked that she'd even knew that song, yet alone listened to it and I was sure that the rest of the family felt the same. Though most of the children were expectant or grossed out. They were probably thinking of the video clip to the song. That was quite disturbing.

She looked shock too. Why would she need to feel shocked? Was she worried about what we would think of her for listening to it? I mean I am a bit taken back, but I would never be intentionally judgmental. A look of worry crept across her face before it settled into a smile. She had a glint in her eye, something I've rarely seen in her before. Frankly, I was frightened.

"Gent bent, that's none of yours. Now I'm going back to sleep, if you want answers. Good luck. Goodnight ankle biters, goodnight sugar, goodnight daddy-o." She winked at my husband and my self, before skipping towards the stairs.

Why was she using fifties slang? And why did she use the names Carlisle and I called each other yesterday. Then it dawned on me.

She didn't, did she? I looked back at her as she strode to the stairs. She approached the first step with one foot. Her hand on the banister as she turned her head to Alice.

"Oh and Alice, buy me a pair of black leather chucks. They're really sexy."

She did! Oh no, I was right in thinking I was being watched! That was embarrassing! She smiled smugly and walked cautiously, though excitedly up the staircase, her mahogany hair swaying gently behind her. Once she was just out of sight she muttered to herself. To humans it would be to yourself, but in a house full of vampires, muttering to yourself is just like having a direct conversation with one.

"Stupid sexy vampire parents. Too sexy for their own good." Uh oh. On any other day a compliment like that would be modestly accepted, but not today. The family gasped in shock at Bella's words and stared at Carlisle and I with strange expressions. Not today because today, we were going to be bombarded with 'what were you two doing last night!' This isn't going to be pretty.

It was then Bella poked her head down from the top of the stairs, her cheeks flaming, and her eyes wide. "You all imagined I just said that. At the same time!"

Not pretty is an understatement.


A/N: I hope it wasn't what you expected. But more to the point I hope you liked it!
And I'm really sorry! I started to write, then I had a case of lack of creativity. It sucked because I left you for like 9 days!

I need a Cullen to come spank me for my bad behaviour! ;)