A/N Hiya readers! Eh sorry I took so long to update...I had a writer's block the size of fucking Texas and besides what kind of person updates during the holidays...I hope this chapter makes up for my tardiness =] much love to my best friend/pre-reader/co-writer minetillmidnight check out her fanfic my biggest fear; that's one kick ass Embry imprint story. STORY TIME!

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Thrust

Whimper

I was at the edge moments, seconds away from falling over my body quivering as I stared at the man thrust into my core my orgasm threatening to rip me in two Just a little more and I'll be falling into oblivion .

"Faster…faster" I breathed I felt the scorching heat radiating from the pit of my stomach I braced my self for the finale, my body shivering uncontrollably

Just one more thrust and I'll be there

Lollipop, lollipop oh lolly lollipop, lollipop bum Dum bum bum, hey pretty baby tell me why your kisses sweeter than a cherry pie…..

What the fuck! Where is that music coming from I whipped my head around searching for the guilty person that ruined my moment

"Mom! Get up it's an emegencity"

"Huh?" I yarned rubbing the sleep out of my eye.

"I said it's an emerncy" Nate screamed pulling off my covers.

Emerncy? Oh emergency!

"What happened? Are you ok?" I scrambled out the bed, inspecting him

Arms check

Legs check

Head check

Feet check

Butt check

"Nothing happened to me mom. It's down stairs" he whispered

I grabbed my mace from the bedside drawer and we both moved tentatively down the stairs.

Yea I have a bottle of mace I my drawer don't judge me.

'Where is it?" I whispered to Nate

"In the living room"

We made our way to the living room and for some odd reason I kept hearing the song from jaws as we came closer to the crime scene.

I jumped into the room with the mace straight out in front of me ready to attack. I was greeted by an empty room.

"Nate…."

"Yes mom" he said sweetly.

"Where is the emerncy?"

"Its right there" he said pointing to the television "my planet 51 DVD froze" he pouted

"Oh god lord" I grumbled plopping my self down in the sofa.

I went all mission impossible for a stuck DVD…but on the plus side, it explained the weird background music imagine watching a porno with that music as the back drop talk about the ultimate mood killer.

My eyes shifted towards the clock

7:40! Oh shit I had fifteen minutes before the school bus came and I didn't want my kid to be late for his first day of school scooped him into my arms and rain up the stairs to the shower.

"You; Bathe as fast and get dressed as possible cha-pesh" I made a bee line to his room picked his clothes and sprinted towards the kitchen taking the stairs two at a time, god must have been feeling real sorry for me cause on any other day I would have a sprain joint a concussion and a couple broken bones from scaling these stairs I was bouncing around the kitchen like Marta Stewart fresh out of a crack house making both breakfast and lunch, that was the fastest I've ever put together a meal.

"All done mom" Nate stepped into the kitchen

"Here" I said handing him a piece of toast and some grape juice. I went to sit next to him

"Don't sit just yet mom, I still need shoes" he smiled wiggling his toes at me.

"Grr!" I said smiling at him. I rushed up stairs to look for shoes

It had been three days since we moved but, the house was mostly settled but I just never got around to packing the shoes I grabbed the first pair of shoes which happened to be his black all-stars and I grabbed his backpack and headed back to Nate, he was sitting at the bottom of the stairs I placed his things next to him, he pulled on his shoes and I bent to tie his laces but he stopped me.

"I'll do it mom"

I stood watching him, and my heart swelled with pride

"Wanna learn how to tie your shoe? It's a very easy thing to do. So sit on down and I'll give you the scoop. What's that? It's called the loop-de-loop. You gotta take a lace in each hand. Go over and under again. You make a loop-de loop then pull" he sang.
And your shoes are lookin' cool. You go over and back. Left to right Loop de loop and you pull them tight. Like bunny ears or a Christmas bow. Lace 'em up and you're ready to go. You make a loop-de-loop then pull. You make a loop-de-loop then pull. And your shoes are looking' cool" he jumped to his feet and presented his newly laced boots to me with a huge grin.

Bless your soul SpongeBob SquarePants

"Great job baby" I saw the school bus pulling up.

"Time to go squirt" I opened the door and he picked up his bag and we walked to the bus. It was a bitter sweet moment I hated it that he grew up so fast just a short while back he was just my little nudger.

"You can kiss me if you want to mom" no doubt noticing the sadness in my eyes.

I kneeled down and planted a big kiss on his cheek "Have a great day at school my handsome boy"

"Love you mom" he whispered

"Love you too"

With that said he got on the bus and I stood there staring at it until it turned the corner.

"OH shit" I grumbled now aware that I was standing at the curb staring at thin air in my pajamas.

I ran into the house to get on with my day.

EPOV

It was going to be a bad day. Strange as it would have seemed, I just knew today is going to be bad, real bad. For starters, I was up at 8: 00 am with a God awful headache, which was the compliment of one Miss Maria Heartland. Now I don't like to brag but, boy was Miss Heartland one good romp in the sack. If you had one sexy looking blonde babe at you're disposal and the only way to get her to come home with you was to tell her that the vodka was slightly off water and the tequila was lightly coloured lemonade. What? I know no means no, but there's not anything in the laws that said it a slurred yes is a wrong yes .So anyways, here I was waking up to a pounding hangover and excruciating bells. Or so I thought.

"I'm coming. " I screamed at the door bell. I scrambled out of bed, scratching the sheet along with my naked body. I reached the front door and jerked it opened. "What?" I bellowed.

Big mistake

"Is that how I raised you?" yelled the shrill voice of my mother.

I winced. "Hello mother."

"Don't hello mother me." She screeched as she rushed pass me into the kitchen. "Have you no manners?"

Emse Cullen was elegant in her white cotton dress that just screamed some fancy French designer, whose name I had no idea how to spell but sure as rain would be very expensive as hell. I'm sure my father must be dealing with the bill now seeing as how my mother had a bunch of bags draped around her arms. She paused in the small living room, dropping bags onto my couch, one that she bought was girly and a seriously ugly shade of red.

"Well?" she said hands now on her hips. "Aren't you going to give your mother a kiss?"

"Hello mother." I said as I made my way to her side placing a solid kiss upon her perfectively made up cheek, brushing at the brown curls tucked neatly into place on top of her strong proud head. "What are you doing here?" I asked getting straight to the point.

"Well," she said moving straight into the large kitchen. "I was in the neighborhood and decided that I would make my son breakfast" she started opening and closing cabinets, wrapping an apron around her waist as she did so. "This way at least I will know that you are properly fed and have proper female company. A man can only go so far without proper female company."

Oh God, not this shit again.

I groaned,

"Mother I have all the female company that I need."

She raised her eyebrows. "I said proper female company, not those harlots you insist on dragging in and out this house with."

With a wooden spoon in hand she advanced towards me.

"When am I going to have grand babies Edward?" she said wiggling the wooden spoon in front of my face. I backed away; I had too many experiences with her and her 'accidental' hits.

"I could die any day and then my grandbabies will never know I exist." She said with a dramatic sigh.

I snorted at this. As if, she would probably out live all her children just to spite them all.

"You have Jasper and Alice, plus Rosalie and Emmett, who I'm sure wouldn't mind bumping the uglies out of each other just to give you the little rug rats that you want. So leave me alone woman."

She aimed a shot at me but I dodged out of the way. "Here I am making you breakfast and you have the gall to insult me."

"I didn't ask for you to make me breakfast, did I?"

She scowled at me.

"Go buy eggs."

This I wasn't expecting.

"What?"

She shook her head at the ceiling muttering about how she could ever give birth to such dim witted children. "Eggs Edward, eggs," she repeated again. "You're out of eggs; if you want me to make breakfast then you have to go buy eggs"

I was not going to go to the supermarket this early, times like this; I would be still rolling around in bed sleeping or rubbing off a hard one to my dreams. "I'm not going, make something else." I said moving to sit by the island in the kitchen.

"How about pancakes?" I suggested.

She opened the cupboard again.

"There isn't any."

"French toast then."

She opened back the cupboard.

"No bread or EGGS" She said frowning.

"Sausages"

She opened the fridge.

"No sausages."

I groaned. "Cereal"

She shot me a furious look, Yea that's right, I almost forgot. Emse Cullen does not feed her children cereal that's like giving them poison.

"Right," I said getting up and grabbing my keys.

"To the supermarket then"

I left her in the kitchen with her satisfied smile on her face while I grabbed a white t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. As I opened the front door morning sun shone brightly in my eyes. I groaned.

"Freaking mothers, and their ridiculous breakfast before noon shit"

"I heard that!" her voice echoed from the kitchen. I winced guilty.

As I pulled out into the main street, I found myself in a fucking rush hour. The grocery store was about a 20 minutes drive but it was on one of the busiest streets ever.

I was in a hurry. What? I was hungry. So I did the best thing I could think off. I cut of the small blue Sedan that was in front of me, so that whoever was driving would have to stop for the red light while I didn't have to. The person, a woman by the sound of it, screamed that I just made her late and that I was an asshole. Ha, I just flipped her the bird.

I parked the car in the parking lot and after several pickups of groceries, I found myself at the milk section completely confused. Usually someone does the groceries shopping for me for me, this was stressful Low fat or regular, chocolate or vanilla, strawberry or banana, skim or no skim. Oh for the love of God. Milk was milk wasn't it.

"Excuse me" heard a small voice. I looked to my side, no one; I looked to the other still no one, Weird.

"Hey," said the voice again this time with some tugging on my white t- shirt. What the hell?

"I'm down here."

I looked down, surprised to see two big golden brown eyes staring at me. A kid, I winced, Lord I hate kids. This one didn't look more then 5 or 6 tops. "I'm not buying you anything so beat it." I said turning back to my milk.

"I don't want you to get me anything." He said tugging on my t- shirt again. "I'm lost."

"Bummer" I said and randomly picked up a milk cartoon. Took one look at the kid and said "See ya."

"Wait," he wailed running after me nearly tripping on his untied shoelaces, "aren't you gonna help me?" His eyes started to gloss over and his lip start to shake. "Mummy said if I ever got lost to look for the biggest person I saw and let them help me." Tears started coming down his face. "Why wouldn't you help me?" He asked again starting up with the waterfall of tears.

"Ah hell" Great, Just fucking great The kid was whimpering and drawing weird stares from the rest of the women in the aisle. "Shit."

I crouched down to the level of the kid; I sort of drew him in awkwardly and patted his back. I shot a reassuring smile to an older woman in the aisle. She frowned at me and hurried away; probably to call the cops or something.

"Shit." I mumbled again.

The kid inside my arms refused to calm down. I picked him up and lead him to the cashier, who give me an odd look, cash my bags and then I practically dragged the kid to the exit. I spotted the old woman talking to a person that looked like the manager, pointing at me.

"Shit." I panicked. It must have looked bad; a man who didn't look anything like the screaming kid in his arms, dragging him out of a supermarket Double shit.

I strolled out of the supermarket, trying to act cool while fighting a screaming kid and then took him to my car. I'll take him home and try to figure out what the hell was up with him.

As I opened my car door shoved the bags in the back and placed the kid who, at seeing the shinny new car, shut up rather quickly, though hiccupping slightly, and asked.

"Is this your car? are you taking me to my mummy?" then after a paused after I hooked him up tight to the seat with the seatbelt and made my way to my side of the car, kicked the car to start and zoomed out of the parking lot. "Your not kidhappening me are you?"

I laughed. "No I'm not kidnapping you."

But it sure feels like it.

"I'm taking you to my mother; she should know what to do."

He seemed content with this and stared out the window singing to him self, patting the book bag that I didn't notice before, I winced when he hit a particular long note.

God I hope my mom knows what to do or else I'm going to be so fucking screwed.