Alright! Here's chapter 2.

Can I ask a really huge favor though? Can we keep in mind that this is all fiction and written for fun. Some people who read tend to get really technical.

Here's our Edward giving his two cents. Gotta love this guy. I know I do.

You'll probably be getting two or more updates this weekend. I hope no one minds. I have three ready to be posted and read.

SM owns all characters and I own any and all mistakes, but if you find any, please PM me and let me know.

ENJOY!

1/8/2017

Chapter 2

EPOV

I was so confused. I had no clue where the hell I was. I had woken up in the middle of a field that was covered in little white, purple and blue flowers. I was disoriented and my vision was fuzzy, but after I rubbed my eyes a little, everything cleared up. I felt something drawing me to the center of the field. When I turned around, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen was standing there, looking at me. She had long wavy brown hair that grazed her hips and her gorgeous chocolate brown eyes were so alluring.

I continued to walk to her, that same force was pulling me. As I approached her, I noticed an odd thing about her. From below her nose down, it was all blurry. She had no mouth at all and I really wanted to know who she was.

When I tried to speak to her, no words came out of my mouth. I felt as if I had no voice at all. Over and over I tried to speak, and nothing. I didn't have a voice.

I kept grabbing my throat and motioning to her, trying to let her know that I couldn't speak. She only stood there staring at me; unmoving. She didn't have a mouth to speak and she kept extending her hand for me to take.

After many failed attempts to speak to her, I opened my mouth to scream out angrily, when a piercingly loud sound came out of my mouth.

I jolted, completely awake out of my sleep to the ringing of my cell phone.

I groaned when I realized it was my cell, "Hello?" I answered groggily, hoping that whoever the hell was calling me had a good excuse for waking me.

"Edward sweetie, it's mom," she said, sounding a little too excited at this time of day. I had worked the night shift the evening before and it felt like I had just fallen asleep.

"Hi, mom. What's going on?" I asked, rolling over to my back. I draped an arm over my forehead as I held my phone to my ear with the other.

"Oh, did I wake you?" She never knows what my work schedule is, so I couldn't be too mad at her for waking me up.

"Yeah, it's my late week. Is everything okay?" I asked a little gentler, feeling guilty when I heard her sigh unhappily.

"Oh Edward, sweetie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you but since you're awake..." I swear I heard her giggle, "I know this is short notice but your father is being awarded this coming Saturday and his immediate family is invited to join him. Your brother's are coming and your father would love it if you joined us," she said hopefully.

"Sure mom; count me in. What time does this shindig start?" I liked to keep my mother happy.

She told me the time, and I was glad it didn't interfere with work schedule. I might not say it often, but I loved my family, and I was excited to spend some time with them, after all, it's been a month since I had seen them.

We exchanged some more pleasantries, and she instructed me to bring my best suit, and then continued, "Oh and sweetie, I'm so excited for your father; the Mayor is presenting the awards. A few other doctors and the Chief of Police are being given awards, also. The division that your father is receiving one for is the 'Pay it Forward' program at the hospital," she explained.

Once you got that woman to talking, you would know everything about the neighborhood in one full breath.

That seemed like a very important tribute for him. He had never received any rewards before, at least none that I was aware of. Considering my father is Chief of Surgery at Forks General Hospital, I'd say it was definitely a big deal. Forks was such a small town and they probably couldn't find anything better to do.

After hanging up the phone with my mom, I finally fell back into a dreamless sleep.

I woke up to my alarm at five o'clock and put on a pot of coffee in hopes it would be done before I got out of the shower. It took my twenty minutes to get cleaned and dressed in my scrubs for work.

After I dressed, I made myself a sandwich and filled my travel mug with coffee, switched off the pot and I was out the door. My shift started at seven o'clock and I only hoped it didn't drag, but considering it was Friday, it would probably go pretty quickly. It was usually busy and made the night go much faster.

My shift seemed to fly by and I didn't have to endure any major emergencies. Thank goodness, just normal everyday injury or illness.

I finally made it home around 7:45am, and when I did, I hopped in the shower to get all of the hospital grime off of me, and then I ate a bowl of soup and headed up to bed.

The next time I woke up it was around four o'clock and I put more coffee on before grabbing my garment bag containing my Armani Suit and some other clothes for my overnight stay at my parents house. Yes, I'm a picky bastard when it came to my suits and I only liked the best for special occasions, and I thought that my dad receiving an award fell into that category, even though my mother said I needed to wear it.

When I made it down to the parking garage of my building, I contemplated on which one of my babies I wanted to drive. I've spoiled myself a little when it came to my cars. My Harley was out of the question because of my garment bag so it was between my Cadillac Escalade and my Mercedes SLS AMG. Both were fully loaded, of course. They were probably the closest things to children I would ever have. Being a pediatrician, I saw my fair share of kid's every day. I loved them, but I just hadn't found the right girl. I've only had a few serious girlfriends in my lifetime and my last one didn't end on a good note. Charlotte and I were together close to a year and I've only had a few dates since then. It had been a couple of years since I last saw her, but that relationship tainted my view on having a girlfriend.

Three hours later, I finally pulled into the driveway at my parent's house. My Brother Emmett's huge ass Hummer was already here along with my oldest brother, Mason's truck. They were probably raiding the fridge and eating everything in sight.

Mason was the oldest of us three boys. He was 34 and finally engaged to a girl name Sookie. Yes, you read that correctly. Sookie Deanne Miller is her name and her mother swears up and down that someone used her daughter's name to write some books about vampires. She's ten years his junior, but we never looked at age like that. Well, unless they were under the age of eighteen. But, we all loved Sookie and she's made Mason a happier man. They're made for each other.

Mason was already a practicing attorney with Sookie on her way to become an attorney herself. They had met at the downtown Seattle library one day when Mason was researching a case he was working on. It's all history from there.

I'm the youngest at 29 leaving Emmett with the middle child syndrome at the age of 32.

The second I stepped through the front door, I was tackled by my mother, "Oh, Edward, sweetheart, it's so good to see you. How are you?" She asks squeezing me tightly.

I shook my head and returned her embrace, "I'm good mom. I'm still tired from my shift last night." I kissder her cheek. "You're looking really good. For a mom with three grown men, you don't look a day over 35." Call me a suck up but I spoke the truth. My mother had definitely aged gracefully and was absolutely beautiful.

"FUCKWAD!" I heard Emmett yell. "Get your own damn sandwich."

Sounded like Mason was messing with Emmett's food.

"Emmett, watch your mouth!" Mom yelled. "Mason, keep you hands to yourself."

She giggled while shaking her head. "A mother's job is never done regardless of how old her children get. And I swear you boys got your nasty mouth from your father. You'd think that after all these years I'd be used to hearing stuff like that because believe me when I say this, your father has the mouth of a trucking sailor."

"There no such thing as a trucking sailor mom," I said, following her into the kitchen where we saw Emmett and Mason sitting at the table. Each of them with a sandwich bigger than their heads.

She waved me off. "Same difference...a trucker, a sailor. Just less words."

Mom and I settled at the table with my brothers for a few minutes. She made me a sandwhich and my brothers watched her as she sat it in front of me like they couldn't believe what they were seeing.

I just smiled and bit into my sandwich.

"I want you boys to know that this is the first time your father has received an award for his work. I guess living in a small town has its' benefits," mom said as she poured herself glass of wine.

"What'd you say the award was for? Paying it Forward?" asked Emmett as he released a huge burp after gulping down his drink. Me, mom and Mason sat staring at him, waiting for him to excuse himself.

My parents always enforced manners; especially at the table and apparently Emmett was losing his slowly.

"What?" Emmett asked with a confused look on his face as he looked at all three of us like he didn't do anything wrong.

"Emmett Cordell, you know better. Where are your manners?" scolded my mom as she stood up from the table and gave him a swat with a rolled up newspaper that was laying next to where our dad normally sat.

"Oops...I'm sorry, ma; excuse me." Emmett said shyly and shrugged his shoulders barely enough to be seen. If mom saw that before she turned to open the fridge for the bottle of wine, she would probably smack him upside the head instead of just swatting him.

"Mom, I honestly think it's from the short term memory loss he's suffered from all the blows to his head. I mean, how many times did you drop him when he was a baby?" Mason asked snidely before biting into his sandwich.

"Mason, you know better than to say something like that. I didn't drop Emmett on his head...much." Mom busted out laughing as we looked over at Emmett who now had a very priceless look of disbelief on his face.

"Oh Emmett, you can be so air-headed sometimes," she giggled. "And to answer your question, yes, it's called 'Paying it forward'. It's where you do stuff for someone and don't expect any sort of payment in return. Your father has helped quite a few people in this town since we've been here. I'm very proud of him."

We spent another thirty minutes or so just chatting. Our dad wasn't home yet. He still had another two to three hours left of his shift at the hospital, but it was getting close to 9pm, so she smiled at us and wished us a goodnight before putting her glass in the sink and made her way the stairs to go get ready for bed.

"Night, ma." All three of us boys called out to her as she disappeared around the corner.

The following day was spent relaxing. My dad had an early morning emergency and finally arrived at home about five o'clock. He gave us all a quick hello as he rushed upstairs to get dressed. My mother, Emmett, Mason and I were already dressed and just relaxing at the kitchen table.

We strolled into the Forks Grand Hotel just before dinner was served and we were sharing a table with another doctor and his family. They all seemed very nice, but I could already see where this boring night was going.

Absolutely nowhere.

The awards started at exactly seven o'clock. The Mayor gave his speech about how the people of Forks are all known for 'Paying it Forward'. Apparently, my father had become quite the 'Paying it Forward' advocate since moving to Forks. They definitely didn't do things like this back in Chicago, which is where we all moved from a couple of years ago.

I fidgeted with my fingers all through the ceremony; I was so fucking bored. The night was dragging and dragging. Mason appeared interested in what was going on while Emmett played around on his phone underneath the edge of the table.

After my dad received his little plaque, he thanked everyone and made a small acceptance speech before making his way back to our table. I silently questioned myself whether we could leave but apparently my dad wanted to stay for the other awards to be handed out.

I was near being comatose before I glanced over at Emmett and Mason. Emmett finally had his eyes glued to the front of the room and seemed really intrigued with what was going on. Mason never lost focus. I guess that's what made him such a good attorney.

I was so bored that I started naming all the bones in the body, alphabetically but that didn't last long. Boredom was becoming a new disease, so I started playing my own mental game.

Each time a name was called, I would search the crowd for the person and pretend that I could read their minds.

He probably thought he was all hot shit now that he had an award. Well whoop tee fucking do, buddy. I said internally shaking my head. This was ridiculous. I felt like a thirteen year old waiting for the games to begin at an old folk's home.

"Charles Swan."...was the next name called and I eagerly started searching the crowd for his table. "AH HA...there you are." I thought to myself. I glanced around the table for my next mental victim.

Well, well, well, what do we have here? Of course another influx of silent rambling. All the games were quickly forgotten, because and all lusting started because there stood the most beautiful, fuckhot, sexy woman that I had ever laid my eyes on. Definitely hot enough to tighten my pants in the front.

I softly elbowed my dad to get his attention. "Hey dad, who's Charles Swan?" I asked hoping he wouldn't catch on to my curiosity.

"He's the Chief of Police," he whispered back to me. "Why?"

"Just curious," I retorted, shrugging my shoulders.

He looked at me skeptically before speaking again. "You're checking out his daughters aren't you?" he asked. I chuckled, busted by the old man. He knew me too well.

"Do you blame me? Look at them. Especially the one in blue." I said dreamily, causing my dad to look at me with bewilderment.

"If you must know, they're twins and they live in Seattle and attend the University," he said with a curious look. It really made me wonder whether he could read my mind or not. He kept glancing over at me but I tried to keep my eyes straight so he didn't catch me ogling the chief's daughter.

"Do you know their names?" I asked a little later. He chuckled at me and patted me on the shoulder.

"Son, you never cease to amaze me. You or your brothers." He turned facing away from me. He was definitely avoiding me.

"Dad?" I could see his shoulders shaking from his silent laughter. He was taunting me; making my suspicion stronger.

He finally relented after I impatiently started bouncing my leg up and down, under the table. He had to put his hand on my leg to make me stop.

"Okay, fine. The one in green is Alice and the one in blue is named Isabella. Happy?" he asked sarcastically.

Two minutes later, Emmett elbowed me in the ribs to get my attention. "Check out the babes at that table," he said tilting his head towards the Chiefs table.

"Don't worry bro, beat cha to it. Dad told me their twins and the Chief of Police's daughters," I said reluctantly hoping Emmett wouldn't start eying the same girl as me. If he only knew what was running through my mind right now, I bet he would be surprised and proud of me.

After all the awards were handed out, we mingled for a little bit. Mason made his rounds, saying hello to fellow attorneys while I did my part in greeting fellow doctors.

Emmett just hung back with our mother while she waited on us. He was a physical therapist and specialized in amputee's.

Needless to say, I never got a chance to introduce myself to Isabella. Another time; maybe we would run into each other in Seattle.

The rest of the weekend at my parent's house was fairly relaxing. Mason left early to get back to his fiance. She wasn't able to make the trip and Mason was so eager to get back to her. They lived in Seattle, also, about twenty minutes from me.

I decided to head home around five o'clock on Sunday afternoon to give myself plenty of time considering it was raining. Emmett was staying an extra day because he had an entirely different schedule to keep.

About an hour into my trip, I noticed I had been behind the same huge ass monster truck since I got on the highway in Forks.

What people see in vehicles that monstrous, I would never know? Emmett was just as bad.

Just my luck, I witnessed the back tire blow out. It scared the shit out of me because it sounded like a shotgun being fired.

As I slowed down to wait for the truck to pull to the side of the road, my thoughts go to 'Paying it Forward', so I pulled over to help. I knew this sounded bad but all I wanted was this person to tell me 'No thank you' and send me on my way.

When I approached the truck, my heart leaped out of my chest. I couldn't believe who was driving that beast of a truck...Ms. Isabella Swan, daughter of the Police Chief.

She, reluctantly, rolled down her window to see what I wanted. I didn't blame her for being cautious; I could have been a whack job that wanted to kill her.

"Hey, um...do you need any help? I was behind you and saw your tire blow out and thought I would offer a hand." My inner monologue started rambling and I thought to myself, "Please say yes, Please say yes, Pleeeeaaase say yes."

I saw her glance over and say something to her sister.

"Um...sure. That would actually be great," she replied.

I stepped back so that she could get out of her truck. When she hopped down, we made eye contact and my heart started beating really fast and my dick acted on its own accord. Thank goodness it was near dark out and my t-shirt hung down low enough so that she wouldn't notice.

"I really appreciate you stopping to help. Not too many people would. They'd probably think 'Better them than me.," she said with a little nervous giggle. I could tell she was nervous. Hell, I was, too.

"No problem at all. I've actually been driving behind you since Forks. I can't imagine having to change a tire on this monster." CRAP, I hoped she didn't think I just insulted her truck. I just grinned at her and hoped my comment would be forgotten.

"Well, I'm not the typical girl; I like big stuff," she retorted.

OH, I bet you like big stuff, sweetheart, I thought to myself. I've got something big in my pants for you right now just begging to get at you. If she only knew, she would probably drop kick my ass and then run me over with her truck.

"I really do appreciate your help. I know I'd still be sitting here waiting for AAA to show up." I shrugged my shoulders like it was no big deal... and it wasn't.

"I'm Edward, by the way," I said, extending my hand for her to shake.

"Um...I'm Bella; It's nice to meet you," she said and reached her hand out to take mine. Not only does my dick have a mind of its own, but so does my hand because a warming feeling coursed through my arm.

Bella climbed up into the back of her truck to grab the jack and drop down the spare tire. That fucker was huge. She had to be strong to be able to handle a tire that big.

She hopped down out of the back of her truck and when she started walking towards the tire... she fell. I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing, so I reached down and pulled her up. She stumbled into my chest with both of her hands.

OH GOD, if she only knew how good she felt on my chest right now. If I could just get her tiny hands on my cock, then we would have it made. I thought and really wanted to kick myself at the same time for my mind heading in that direction. I wasn't a pervert and this girl was causing me to think like a sex crazed, lunatic, psycho, killer rapist.

Once we got everything set up, it took about twenty minutes to get the tire changed, and once it was done she said, "Well, thanks again for your help. I really don't think I could have changed that tire by myself. My sister is too much of a princess to get her he hands dirty," she said while pointing over her shoulder to the cab of her truck.

"Not a problem at all; I'm glad I could help. I was wondering why such a small girl is driving such a monstrosity?" I asked cautiously.

A tiny irritated look crossed over her face, but it quickly disappeared. "I wouldn't have it any other way. Most cars change lanes when they see me coming," she said and giggled the cutest giggle I've ever heard.

"Well Edward, it was nice to meet you. I need to get back on the road before my sister starts having a coronary. She hasn't seen her boyfriend all weekend and withdrawal symptoms are kicking in." I laughed loudly, and threw her my 'Come Fuck Me' smile. I've been told it's intoxicating.

"It was nice to meet you, too, Bella. Be safe on your way home." I said while she shook her head as if she were trying to clear it as she jumped into her truck.

Halfway back to my Escalade, I decided to ask for her number but she was already pulling out onto the interstate. I'd keep my fingers crossed that I would run into her in Seattle. It was bound to happen, right? It really isn't that big of a city, is it?

Never mind... I'm screwed.

Once I was back on the highway, I couldn't stop thinking about her. What the hell was wrong with me? I didn't fawn over women. I hadn't for years. My mental filter was definitely broken because I didn't think the way I usually did, but since I first laid eyes on Bella, I have thought of nothing but her. I was a doctor for Christ sakes. It was like I lost all control of my mind and body...especially my body. I had never popped wood that quickly before in my life. It had to be the girl, right?

What am I going to do?

When I finally got home, the first thing I did was call Emmett.

"Hey bro, you will never guess in a million years who I just helped change a tire for," I said, trying not to sound too excited about my information.

"Gee, I don't know, Kurt Cobain?" he stated sarcastically, sounding just a little irritated with me.

"Um... No, dip-shit. Remember those girls at the awards ceremony yesterday?" I sat silently waiting for the info to sink in.

"HOLY SHIT...NO FUCKIN' WAY! How the hell did you manage that?" he asked excitedly. I really did love my brother, but sometimes I wondered if mom really did drop him on his head.

"I wasn't following them home if that's what you're thinking. I actually got in behind them when I left Forks this afternoon. I had no clue it was them. Her tire blew out, so I stopped to help. I almost shit my pants when I saw that it was them."

Emmett laughed heartedly. "I would've been like a kid in a candy store."

"Yeah, tell me about it. You'll be very pleased to know that you and Bella share a common interest… big ass vehicles. Oh and her sister is very taken by the way," I said. I was glad I made myself perfectly clear to Emmett yesterday about my interest in Bella and not her sister. Emmett will have to look elsewhere.

"Who's Bella? I thought one was Alice and the other was Isabella?"

Oh dear brother of mine. What am I going to do with you?

"You're such an air-head Emmett. Bella is short for Isabella. She prefers Bella, that's the way she introduced herself," I said.

Dumb jock.

"Did you at least get her number?" he asked me.

"No, that's where I fucked up. I was so caught up in checking her out that I forgot. When I turned back to go ask, she was already pulling back onto the interstate," I said sounding quite disappointed.

"That's too bad bro. You could have been pounding the Chiefs daughter by next weekend," Emmett said. I couldn't help but smack myself in the forehead for not pulling my head out of my ass. She was definitely going to be cascading throughout my dreams from now on.

After getting off the phone with Emmett, I had no choice but to shower. A cold shower, maybe? I wasn't sure but I could rub one out after I washed off the mud from helping with Bella's tire.

As I began to wash myself, I immediately gave all my attention to my member and when I was about to cum, the dream I had the other morning, popped into my head. I exploded all over my shower wall. I just realized the girl in my dream was Bella. She had the same hair and the same eyes. It had to be her. What are the chances of me actually dreaming of her before meeting her?

I was in the 'Twilight Zone'. What other answer was there?

I finally made it to bed, still awe struck over my dream discovery. I kept shaking my head in disbelief. It didn't take long before Bella was naked underneath me screaming and moaning my name.

I think Edwards already in love.

Who agrees?

XOXO

Steph