A/N: Thanks for the reviews!! Here's chapter 3. Chapter 4 will be up Friday. Searching will be up by tonight I hope.

CHAPTER 3:

Two days before my next appointment I decided that I owed it to myself and to my baby to look for Dr. Edward. I did it under the guise of medical disclosure, but honestly hoped for more. I couldn't forget that night and the feelings that had flowed through my once dormant body. He starred in my dreams most every night. The sparkle of his green eyes, his messy copper hair, the taste of his mouth. Everything about him haunted me, and I almost wished I had stayed until he woke up. Almost.

I was also tried to protect my heart. I knew it was a very real possibility that he wouldn't even remember me. That thought ripped a hole in my very soul. How could I go on, if he simply forgot?

That was my worst case scenario. I could deal with rejection. I could deal with refusal. But if I wasn't even a memory for him. If I mattered so little....

Deep breaths usually managed to pull me through the panic.

I allowed myself to dream of finding him. I allowed my brain to flicker through all the possible scenarios. The good, the bad and the downright ugly.

Hi, Doctor Boy, remember me? I gave you my virginity... and well congrats, I'm pregnant...

Alice remained stoic through this, she was by my side, cheering me on but frustrated.

"I'm certain that I'm missing something important," she said, referring to her visions. "I feel like I have all the pieces to the puzzle except for one."

She was still certain that my baby would know his or her father. She just didn't know when.

That wasn't the only thing that upset her. She kept having visions of me and the baby, but the sex of the baby changed all the time.

That ticked her off.

The one thing I had learned about Alice is that she hated not knowing anything.

That girl needed to be kept in the loop.

My first attempt to find out, had me calling the hotel that we had stayed at, and trying to get any information I could based on the date and room number. When they stated privacy concerns, I even tried to ask them to contact him and give him my number, with no success.

Finally, I had even contacted a P.I. in hopes of a lead. He got the same response that I did from the hotel and though the bartender remembered both Doctor Edward and myself, he had paid cash and she had no way of locating him. She did, however, remember one detail that she was willing to share. He went to medical school at Dartmouth. I had a new lead and remained hopeful.

The P.I. that I hired in the midwest suggested that I contact his colleague in Hanover, New Hampshire for help. I called him as soon as I hung up the phone.

The second P.I. was far from helpful, citing a full case load. He promised, however, for five hundred dollars to provide me with a list of all Doctor Edward's that graduated from Dartmouth in the last ten years. Maybe, just maybe I would get lucky.

Even if Doctor Boy wanted nothing to do with me or our baby, I would be alright. If he wanted nothing to do with us, I'd be fine. I would just demand medical disclosure and then I'd leave him be and sign any legal document he so chose.

No matter what the bean and I would be good.

My pregnancy was progressing very nicely. I could still wear all my normal clothes, except for the jeans of course, and was starting to come out of the 'need to sleep all the time' phase. Honestly, I felt great. I had had no morning sickness at all and only one bout of nausea, when one patient came into the hospital reeking like old booze and sweat socks.

Today was my next appointment and I was so excited. I would be able to hear the baby's heartbeat on the doppler, and possibly get a sneak peek during an ultrasound. Ali, who had taken to referring to herself as Aunty Alice, was going to meet me after my appointment and we'd do an early lunch, before she had meetings all afternoon. I think she just wanted to pump me for information on what I found out about Dr Boy.

As soon as I walked into the clinic, the nurse, Irina, showed me to an exam room, and before she could even close the door Rosalie burst in.

"How's my favorite patient?" she gushed as she came to give me a hug.

"Great, Rosalie. Although we just saw each other last night," I said with a smile.

"Well you just have to give me the recipe for the pasta you made. It was so yummy and I was going to bring the leftovers for lunch today but Big E got hungry last night and I woke up to an empty container and a husband who begged me to beg you for the recipe," she said in a rush.

"No problem," I said. "You should come over again one night this coming week and I'll teach you. I'm on days so it shouldn't be an issue."

Rosalie and I had gotten close, very close. She wasn't as boisterous as Alice but had a very bubbly and outgoing personality once she warmed up to you. Carmen had also joined our little ragtag girls' group. She was still more subdued than both Alice and Rose, but she was fun and I really enjoyed all of their company. I had never had a group of close girlfriends and I was loving it.

Rose gave me a hug before getting down to business. Weight check, which was great, blood pressure, perfect, and the dreaded cup to pee in so that we could rule out any nasty infections, still great.

"So, Big E and I are having people over for dinner tonight and I really really want you to come. Just the usual suspects in attendance and my brother-in-law. I already have it on great authority, that you aren't working so please say you'll come," she said, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"I'd love to come, Rosalie," I said to her.

"Yay!" she said bouncing up and down. "Okay, back to the task at hand. You get to meet Dr. Cullen number two today and you don't even have to change into a sexy gown to do so."

"Yay!" I squealed. I was so not into the sexy gowns.

She smiled as she left the room and said, "I'll see you after your appointment, before you leave."

"See you in a bit," I said.

I sat down on the chair in the exam room and waited. I looked at my watch a few times. Hmmm, first time I'd been kept waiting in the office and I was due to meet Alice in front in fifteen minutes.

I sat back and thought about this crazy family that seemed to adopt me. I wondered if they took in stray dogs too. They were a serious poster family for happy families. Doctor and his wife the interior decorator, have a son who's an OBGYN and his wife the midwife, a daughter who designs clothes and owns a boutique an is married to a doctor, and a son who is a physiotherapist. No black sheep in this family! Not that I had met the two sons, but having met everyone else, I was sure of a coupe of things. They were probably absolutely gorgeous and sweet as can be.

Ten minutes later, I had almost determined to leave and see the doctor next visit, when a soft tap came at the door and it opened to reveal Dr. Cullen.

Dr. Edward Cullen to be exact.

Yes, it was Doctor Boy.

I let in a sharp intake of breath, and my mouth dropped open, I'm sure I looked like a fish out of water.

He still hadn't looked up from my chart.

"So Dr. Swan," he said, before finally looking up at me. "I..."

As soon as his eyes met mine, they grew huge and the bright green color faded to almost black. We stood there, staring at each other for what felt like hours before he managed to break the silence.

"Is it... Is it, mine?" he finally managed to say.

I guess he didn't forget.

I was still in mute mode so I slowly nodded my head yes.

He did the thing I least expected or maybe it was exactly what I expected. He looked at me, panic stricken, and turned around and bolted from the room.

As soon as he left, the tears started to well up in my eyes and, I followed suit, grabbing my stuff and running out of there, like a bat out of hell.

I didn't stop until I reached the street and then I only slowed to talk to Alice for a second.

"I have to go Ali... I will call you later. I promise," I said as I dashed past her towards my apartment, tears streaming down my face.

She looked completely dumfounded.

"Are you okay, Bells?" she yelled after me.

"I don't know, Ali. I need a few minutes to decide," I yelled back as I rounded the corner.

I all but ran to my building and stormed through the front doors. I was going to lose it and I wanted to be in the relative sanctity of my own home before I did.

I concentrated on taking deep breaths during my elevator ride, and I'm sure that Mrs. Cope, from the fourteenth floor was more than a little concerned, though she didn't say anything. And for that I was glad.

I got to my floor and fumbled getting my keys into the lock.

Stupid lock!

Finally after three tries I got the door unlocked and I made it into my apartment. I barely got the door closed and locked before falling to the floor sobbing.

I found Doctor Boy.

Or maybe, he found me.

Doctor Boy finally had a name. Edward Cullen.

Son of my boss and my interior decorator.

Brother of the best friend I'd ever had.

Husband of my other friend.

OH MY GOD!!

Rosalie.... she was married to Edward.

What was I going to say to her. I mean... I didn't see a wedding band... but I wasn't looking for it. No matter what, she was going to hate me.

SHIT!

I had sex with Edward Cullen.

More even, I was having Edward Cullen's baby.

CRAP!!

Alice, who had already taken to calling my baby her niece or nephew, was truly going to be an aunt.

Esme was making plans to design a nursery for her grandchild.

My boss was this baby's grandfather.

And Rosalie.... She was going to be crushed. No matter that I never intended to...I was going to hurt a friend.

SHIT!

I was startled out of my pity party by a firm knock on the door, which my back was still leaning against.

I pretended I wasn't home.

I couldn't face Alice.

The knock sounded again, more firmly.

I knew at that point it wasn't Alice.

I didn't want to know who it was!

"Dammit, Bella," came the voice on the other side of the door. "I need you to open the door and talk to me."

Doctor Boy had followed me home.

Well maybe he just got the address from the file...

But Edward was standing outside my door.

Edward had followed me home.

Could I face him?

Did I owe it to him to face him?

Was he alone?

I wouldn't know any answers until I let him in.

I stood up and unlocked the door, walking across the foyer into my living room before saying. "It's open." I grabbed a blanket off the back of my sofa and sat down, wrapping it around myself as I heard the door open, close and lock again.

I found myself wondering what he had said to everyone in order to follow me so quickly.

Maybe he hadn't and he was going to need to explain later.

Maybe he did, and they were all well on their way to hating me.

How would the Cullen's react? I realized at that point that my whole life was tied to theirs.

They were my friends, my boss, my doctor's office and even my decorator.

Would they hate me? Would they all hate me?

I didn't look up at him, just stared at the wood grain on my hardwood floors and twirled a piece of hair around my finger.

He sat down quietly, on the other sofa, in the exact same spot where Rosalie had been sitting the night before, causing me to sob. I could feel his eyes boring into me. I heard his lips open and close a few times, before he finally got any words out.

"Why did you run out?" he asked, somewhat harshly.

"You left first," I sniffed.

"Not from the office. From the hotel," he said.

Ah crap!

"I didn't want to wait around for you to ask me to leave," I sniffed.

"Bella, I wouldn't. I never..." he started.

"Yes, you would have. We didn't even know each other's names for fuck's sake. It was just... It was just a...," I yelled before taking a deep calming breath.

"Please, Bella. I never meant..." he started again.

"What about Rosalie?" I asked, almost yelled.

"What about her? What does she have to do with this?" he asked me back, looking confused.

"What do you mean? How could you do that to her? You already have Rosalie... this is ... this is twisted," I seethed.

"What do you mean I have Rosalie? Rosalie is my sister-in-law for fuck's sake!" He practically yelled.

My head shot up and I looked at him then, for the first time since he walked in the door.

"Really?" I asked, which came out as more of a squeak.

"Yes, really," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I just assumed... I mean..." I started to sputter.

"She's married to my brother, Emmett," he explained. "Did you really assume that I was the type to have an affair."

"I didn't know what to assume. Really. I mean, Edward, I didn't even know your name until we were all hot and bothered," I said, defensively.

"I expected you to be there when I woke up. So we could talk. Bella, I know you don't know me from Adam, but I'm not like that. I've never.... and I know you had never... I expected to be able to talk about it. I didn't expect to fall asleep. And I didn't think you'd leave. I certainly didn't expect to wake up alone with your little panties hooked to my toes," he explained.

I laughed at the absurdity of my forgotten panties, before I allowed what he said to sink in.

"What do you mean, you've never... You've never what?" I asked.

"I could list a thousand 'I've nevers', from our situation," he said, running his fingers through his hair. "I've never invited a girl I'd just met to spend the night in my hotel room. I've never felt the way about someone that I did about you, even in the bar. I've never wanted anything as bad as I wanted you in that hotel room and when you wanted me too... I've never been with anyone, the way I was with you in the hotel room. I've never been with anyone. I've never been so broken up about a girl before. I have never searched every hospital directory in the United States as well as Med schools, looking obsessively at every Dr. Bella or Dr. Isabella. I'm so stupid. I never even checked Seattle."

"You were looking for me?" I asked.

"Bella... I... yes I was looking for you. I felt like the damn prince looking for Cinderella! Except instead of a shoe I had a pair of little white lace panties," he said, smiling.

"I looked for you too. I even hired a P.I.," I whispered.

"You did?" he asked.

"Yeah. The bartender was the most helpful. She was able to tell me that you went to Dartmouth, so I have a P.I. in Hanover on the case now, searching their records for any Dr. Edward's," I confessed.

"Wait, why were you looking for me?" I asked.

"I had to find you. I had to know you. I wanted... I wanted more than one night. Christ, Bella! I just... I just wanted to spend time getting to know you. I wanted..." he said, looking at me, almost willing me to understand.

"So you've found me... and I've found you. The question is what do we do now?" I asked.

I watched as he stood from his spot and held out his hand to me.

"What do you want to do, Bella?" he asked.

"I don't know. I never allowed myself to even think about anything more than just finding you. I guess we should get to know each other," I said.

"What about the baby? Our baby," he said and a visible shiver went through his body. "I don't even know how you feel about our baby."

I reached my hand to his and allowed him to pull me up. The tingle that his touch had caused was still there and he pulled me into his arms, holding me loosely against his chest.

I could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

I could feel mine doing the same.

Our baby.

What could I tell him?

"I never regretted it," I answered. "Not even for a heartbeat. I was shocked. But there was never a minute that I didn't want him or her. It certainly wasn't in my life's plan, but I just changed the plan."

"I've known for under an hour and I don't regret it either," he said, nuzzling my neck with his nose. His hot breath causing goose bumps on the exposed skin.

What was this?

Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined this.

Him holding me in his arms. Talking about OUR baby.

It was perfect. Almost perfect.

But...

My breath was coming in pants. "Then why did you run out?" I asked, thinking back to our time at his office.

"I went to clear my schedule. To get Jasper to cover the rest of my day, so we could talk. Bella, I was... I can't begin to explain how excited I was to see you there. In my excitement I didn't say what I should have before I left. I gave you the wrong impression and I'm so sorry," he said looking onto my eyes.

"How did you find my place so quickly?" I asked, leaning my head against his chest.

"Alice," he answered.

That was all the explanation I needed but he continued. "I saw you run out the front door while I was on my way back to the room. I dashed after you only to be confronted with my very angry pixie sister who was demanding an explanation as to why you, her best friend in the whole wide world, ran out. I was at a loss for what to say, how to explain something I was still trying to wrap my head around, but as usual Alice got it anyway."

"Sounds like Alice. Of course she'd get it," I said.

"I have to admit the shock on her face was wonderful. In all my years, I've never been able to surprise my sister. She just knows things! But this time, she was definitely surprised," he said with a dark chuckle. "I told her I needed to find you and she gave me directions here and a key to get in the lobby. She told me that once I reached your front door I was on my own."

"Of course Alice knew what to do," I said, shaking my head and smiling too. It felt so right to be in his arms.

"So the question, My Bella, is where do we go from here?" he said.

My Bella?

"I don't know, Edward. This is all so strange. But good strange," I quantified.

"Very good strange," he whispered into my ear.

"This," I said, wrapping my arms around his neck. "This feels right."

"This feels perfect. You fit in my arms like you were made to be there," he said.

Was I?

"Maybe for a few more weeks," I said giggling.

"Always," he said, turning me around so my back was to him and he wrapped his arms around me again, his hands caressing the slight bump on my abdomen through my sweater.

He sat down on the couch, pulling me down with him so that he was sitting sideways, with my between his legs.

"I'm never going to let you go. You know that right, Isabella?" he asked huskily into my ear.

"I think I can handle that," I said with a soft smile as he began to pepper kisses up and down the side of my neck.

"Can you?" he asked, as his hands, which were still on my tummy began to lift my sweater, exposing the skin at my abdomen, which his hands were in a rush to return to.

"Um hmmm," I answered, lost for real words again.

His hands felt so right on me. Caressing the child we had created together. This surpassed my best dream.

"Can you please explain one thing to me?" he chuckled. "How much of my family do you know? And how do you know them?"

"That's two things, but I know everyone, except for Rosalie's husband I think," I said.

"And how did that come to be, Miss Bella?" he asked again.

"Well," I answered. "I was on my way from my home in Jacksonville to Seattle for an interview at the hospital when we met. And with the whole snow storm thing, my luggage didn't make it. So I found a little boutique close to the hospital... which is where I met Alice. Then, I went for my interview at the hospital... and I met your dad. He's my boss, actually. I met Eleazar and Carmen next.."

"Even them?" he asked, in awe.

"Yeah," I answered. "Then after I found this place with them, Alice introduced me to your mother, who designed this place." He laughed full out at that point. "Then when I moved here, Alice had already figured out I was pregnant and set me up with an appointment at your clinic. Which is where I met Rosalie and Jasper. Rosalie and I hit it off right away and all the women, including your mother, have spent a great deal of time here, enjoying my passion for cooking," I finished.

"So everyone but Emmett? And my grandfather on my mother's side, because he's my only other living relative," he said with a chuckle.

"I know I haven't met Emmett, but you never know with your grandpa," I said.

"I doubt you'd have had a chance, Miss Jacksonville. He's a professor at Stanford Medical School. I was almost disowned for going to Dartmouth," he said.

"I went to Stanford," I said, starting to giggle. "And if you tell me that your grandfather is Dr. Marcus Volturi, I'm going to have a fit."

"You know my grandfather!!!" he exclaimed.

"You're kidding, right?" I asked twisting in his arms to look at him.

He shook his head, no.

"Oh my!" I said. "He was my advisor, and the reason I went into Emergency Medicine."

"You know my grandfather too," he said, his small chuckle finally breaking forth into fits of laughter. Into which I readily joined and he pulled me back into his chest while we calmed down.

"I talk to him all the time," I said with a small smile. "He told me he had family up here and would visit me the next time he was here."

"Bella, you know that means we are meant to be, right?" he asked.

I shook my head no but said," All I know is that this feels right, and I want to keep feeling it forever."

"Forever," he agreed and I turned my head to kiss him.

Our lips met in a soft simple kiss at first, before the passion that had ignited in the hotel room all those weeks ago took over and our mouths crashed together in a fiery dance that seemed to set my soul on fire. I twisted in his arms again so we were face to face and I was straddling his lap.

"Bedroom?" he asked, breaking the kiss for a second before his lips met mine again rendering me unable to speak.

It was minutes later before we broke the kiss again and I was able to direct him to the end of the hall. He stood up, holding me tight to his body and I wrapped my legs around his waist as we fumbled our way down the hall, knocking a picture frame off the wall in our haste.

We made it to the bedroom finally and he laid me on the bed.

"I want to look at you, Bella," he said huskily. "I want to see the changes our baby has made to your delectable body."

I sat up and pulled my sweater over my head, before laying back down. His eyes never left my body and I blushed fiercely.

"I love your blush," he said, bringing his fingers to my body to ghost them down my sides. He pulled me off the bed and unfastened my bra, fighting slightly with the clasp, before he laid me back down and pulled the lacy fabric from my body.

I lay on my back, still blushing, as his eyes roamed my bare torso.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered, climbing onto the bed next to me. "Our baby has given you some delightful extra curves."

He leaned over and kissed my belly, before he ran his hand over the slight bump and up to my breasts, which were definitely fuller.

"I can't wait to see more. I want to watch this," he said stroking my belly, "Get round and swollen with our child."

"But I'll be fat," I squeaked, with the passion flowing through my veins, I was surprised to be able to even get that out.

"Never," he said, lowering his lips to kiss my stomach again.

"Your body will be beautiful, housing our little baby. Nurturing him or her until he or she is ready to meet the world," he said with reverence.

His mouth trailed kisses up to the tender flesh of my breasts and he started to lick and nibble at my aroused peaks.

"Too many clothes," I repeated my line from the hotel.

He opened the top buttons of his dress shirt, and the pulled it and his undershirt over his head, leaving his torso bare.

"I wanted you the second I laid eyes on you in the middle of that damned blizzard," he whispered pulling me onto him. His lips crashed into mine again.

He broke away from the kiss and whispered, "I was so scared. Nobody had ever made me feel the way you did. I'd never met another woman who could turn my insides too mush with just a glance," Before his lips returned to mine.

"I walked you back to that hotel, with my hand on your back, partly to make sure you didn't slip, nut mostly because it physically hurt me to be so near to you, but not touch you," he whispered as he kissed and sucked on my earlobe.

"When you were in the bathroom, in the shower, my imagination went into overdrive. I didn't think I would be able to resist you if I saw you wearing only my shirt," he said kissing down my chin to my neck. "When the door opened, I did the only thing I could. I pretended to be asleep. Then you came to the side of my bed and removed my glasses. It took every ounce of self restraint I had not to grab you there."

He went back to kissing my lips as I managed to slip a few words in. "You weren't even asleep, Oh God!"

"I loved the feel of your fingers as they gently brushed my cheek," he said, pulling back so that our faces were about a foot apart. "The tingle I felt made it so hard to fight my attraction to you."

I blushed furiously as he dropped his head to the skin on my neck again, kissing me.

"Why did you fight it? Why not just go with it?" I asked, still breathless from the effect he had on me, laying wet kisses across my collar bone.

"I was scared, Love. I had never felt that before. I figured if I could ignore it for a few hours, then I could go back to my quiet dull life," he said with a chuckle.

"What happened next? I thought you were a dream for a while," I said, blushing.

"A good dream?" he asked.

"A very good dram," I answered, blushing a deeper shade of pink.

"Ummm," he said, pulling his lips from my skin again. "As soon as I knew you were asleep, I opened my eyes and sat up, just to watch you sleep. I thought if I studied you I could figure out the hold you had on me. I was doing fine with that until you started moaning in your sleep."

I blushed furiously at that point causing him to laugh a deep throaty laugh, before his lips crashed down on mine.

"The sounds you were making, Love, pulled me from my spot on the bed and I came over to you. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to touch you so much but I knew you were asleep," he said. "I leaned over you to try to wake you, when you opened those gorgeous brown eyes, wrapped your beautiful arms around my neck, and pulled me to you for a kiss. When our lips met, I knew that I could not stop. That I wanted to be with you forever."

"I couldn't believe it wasn't a dream," I giggled. "I was congratulating myself for my GREAT imagination."

"Ummm, so you enjoyed yourself?" he asked.

"Oh yeah," I said, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him down for another kiss. My fingers tangled into his hair. At that moment I knew our conversation was over for a while. His hands roved my body as our tongues danced with each other, neither seeking domination over the other. His hands roved down to the button of my pants and he opened them up. He rolled us so that I was on top of him and he slip my pants down as I kicked them to the floor. My hands finally left his hair to return the favor. I unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, using my hands to slide them down as far as I could before he could wiggle out of them.

Both of us were in only our underwear, our hands roamed freely over each other's bodies. There were no words, only kissing and the occasional moan as we worshiped each other. My hands made their way to the waistband of his boxers and I tugged them down, freeing him of the confining garment. He rolled me so I was on my back and pulled himself way from my body. Every pore of my body screamed at the distance. He sat over me, straddling my knees, and slipped his fingers into the sides of my pretty royal blue lacy panties.

"I like this color on your skin," he said, bending to kiss the area just over my panties. "But I will like it better off." With that he hooked his fingers into each side and slowly tugged them down.

"So, beautiful," he said, as my most private areas were revealed to him.

"I need you," I told him huskily. "Please."

"He kissed my hip and up my chest as his lips slowly made their way up to mine. I moved to open my legs for him as his lips crushed mine. His hands held each of mine on either side of my head and our lips were tangled together. He positioned himself at my opening and I wiggled my hips impatiently.

"Please," I begged breathlessly against his lips once more, before he slowly dipped his hips and thrust slowly into my heated core.

I groaned as he sheathed himself in me entirely, his breath hitched too.

"Bella," he moaned as he began to move in me.

"Oh... Edward," I moaned, bringing my legs to wrap around his hips, pulling him deeper into me and causing us to moan in each other's mouths in unison.

We moved in unison, creating the most glorious sensations between us. Our lips moved together hungrily as our thrusts became more erratic. We were both close and we continued our thrusts until I felt myself plunge over the abyss into the most glorious orgasm ever. My walls clenched Edward tightly and he fell within seconds after I did. We lay there panting, refusing to separate our bodies at all.

As our breathing returned to normal, he rolled us to our sides, and reluctantly separated our bodies, slightly, causing as both to groan at the loss of contact. We snuggled and kissed, enjoying each other.

"I wish I hadn't fallen asleep. I could have told you how I felt. We could have been together, laughing at the absurdity of both of us heading to Seattle from our snowy winter wonderland," he sad, sadly.

"That's what happens when you stay up all night watching me sleep. But, Edward, we can't change the past. We just move forward, and we need to decide how we are going to do that," I said quietly, stoking my fingers along his naked chest.

"All I know right now is that I don't want to be away from you," he said.

"Me neither. But I don't know how to do this. I've gone on dates, but I've never even had a boyfriend," I admitted, blushing again.

"Really?" he asked.

I nodded, slowly.

"So nobody has ever kissed you like this?" he asked, kissing me deeply.

"No one," I said breathlessly when we came up for air minutes later.

"And no one has ever touched you like this?" he asked, running his fingers down my naked spine before cupping my ass gently.

"No one," I said breathlessly.

"And I know, no one's ever..." he started before a loud pounding knock sounded on the front door.

"Alice?" I asked.

"I know that knock," he said, scrunching up his nose. "Now I'm not saying that Alice isn't out there too, but I have a feeling, Love, that you are about to meet my brother."

We stood up and dressed quickly, as the knocks continued to sound from the front door.

"Can I hide?" I asked him as I was trying to smooth my obvious case of sex hair.

"If only there was a back door," he smiled.

I finally gave up trying to tame my hair and just tied it into a messy bun, before we took pity on the neighbors, making our way to the front door.

"Keep your pants on, Em. I'm on my way," Edward yelled as we made our way to the door.

Edward grabbed my hand as we got there and took a deep breath before opening the door. Before us, we saw not only Emmett, but the whole rest of the Cullen crew too. Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, Esme, Carlisle, and even Carmen and Eleazar.