A/N Hi y'all. Thanks everyone for marking my story as your favorite and making me dance by giving reviews!
I've made the deadlines I mentioned in my previous A/N! *Proud*
Anyway, as I live about 70 miles from work, I drive for 3 hours a day. This gives me a lot of time to think. As such I've had time to realize that the story was not going the way I wanted it to. So I deleted almost everything after 'lunch' and started again. I'm very happy now. I hope you enjoy reading it!
I don't own Twilight. Although Edward does visit me frequently in my dreams...
The annoying brunette was staring at me as the four of us left the classroom together.
"I think you upset a drama queen," Edward accused, flashing a look at the girl. "What have you done this time?"
"Nothing that I'm aware of," I replied lightly. I should have known that she was about the most popular girl in school. Not that I cared.
The canteen was crowded with hundreds of students. I spotted Mark immediately, chatting happily with other students. So he did have his own friends. He waved as he saw me, but I acted as if I didn't notice him.
I felt Jasper hesitate behind me as we reached the entrance. To be honest, such a large quantity of warm, pulsing people made me quite nervous too.
Edward noticed our reluctance immediately. He looked around at Alice.
"Nothing will happen," she assured us.
"Still, can we go outside?" I asked, swallowing compulsively. I cursed my instincts.
Ignoring the policy, Edward slid his arm around my waist comfortingly. "Yes, of course we can. Stop breathing for now," Edward whispered in my ear.
Just then, Jacob and Renesmee were entering the canteen through the opposite entrance. Edward waved and made sure they knew we were going outside. I saw Renesmee's big brown eyes fill with worry immediately, but I smiled to reassure her.
Once we'd gotten our coats and were outside, I took deep breaths of fresh winter air. "That were a lot of people."
Edward's anxious eyes bored into mine. "Are you all right? Do you want to leave? I'm so sorry, have we started this too soon?"
I had to put my finger to his lips to stop him firing questions at me.
"I am just fine," I assured him. "Exceptional self-control, remember? I just needed some fresh air. Besides, crowds already made me nervous when I was still human."
Edward's worry did not subside. His earlier playfulness was gone, which I thought a shame. Although he had crossed a line in Chemistry, I loved it when he was not overthinking everything and was acting spontaneous.
Jacob and Renesmee appeared at our sides, both holding a tray of food.
"Can we sit down somewhere?" Jacob asked. "I'm hungry." His stomach growled as if on cue. We all laughed at that and headed to a picnic table.
"So, what do you think?" I asked Renesmee and Jacob excitedly when we were sitting down. I didn't want to talk about myself, my daughter was more important. Jacob couldn't speak with his full mouth, but Renesmee talked and talked. She'd taken my hand as I sat opposite of her and showed me her morning in detail while she spoke. She liked all her subjects, she liked her teachers, her classmates and her new study books. And she liked that fact that she could share it all with Jacob.
This time Edward and I were both glowing with insane pride at our daughter. Could this day get any better?
"And how is the thirst?" Edward then asked softly. "Can you control it?"
"Dad," Renesmee said very low so that no human would hear, "I could control it when I was weeks old, if I recall correctly." Was that really arrogance in her voice?
Alice and Jasper chuckled at Edward's stunned look.
"Don't blame me for caring," he huffed rather indignantly.
"That's not caring, that's fussing, Edward," Alice scolded, but she was smiling. It wasn't the first time that our family addressed the fact that sometimes Edward looked more like the overly careful mother than I did.
Jacob, in the meantime, had switched trays with Renesmee and started on his second meal.
"Hey, we forgot to get some lunch," I observed.
"Doesn't matter. Not that much people outside," Edward murmured. His shackles were still up, I noticed.
I figured we must be looking insane to be outside in these temperatures. Lucky we'd thought of bringing our coats. I walked around in silk dresses at home. It was such a bliss to never be cold. I did hope nobody here would notice that our breath did not come out in little puffs of white.
"So, what is everyone thinking?" Alice wondered.
"Nothing much. The usual gawks and sneers. They don't know what to make of us. The first guesses at plastic surgery have been made, apparently some people know that Carlisle's a doctor. Few students seem to know we're all together. Rosalie's beauty is getting attention of course, but Emmett is staring them down. The both of you get a lot of attention too," he nodded at Alice and Jasper. "And the girls are mooning over me," he then teased, shifting his gaze to me.
"You should pull them that trick you did to me in Chemistry," I mocked. "Then they'd have something to moon over."
Even Jasper couldn't contain his snicker.
"And the boys have noticed Renesmee and you all right," Edward's tone was remarkably less pleasant now.
"The boys that notice Renesmee are mostly not mature enough to think anything harmful, but I really don't like how they regard you," he continued, frowning.
I made him meet my gaze, then gently cupped the side of his face with my hand. I tried to ignore the thrill I felt by finally feeling his skin against mine again.
"What are you afraid of, love?" I asked gently. "There is nobody but you, there will never be anybody but you. I'm pretty certain that I'm all but unbreakable," Jacob chuckled at that, "and I have a coven of nine to protect me. What has you worried?" I used the exact words he had used on me so long ago.
He didn't answer immediately, his look was pained.
Renesmee, ever perceptive Renesmee, started a loud, bubbling conversation with Jacob, Jasper and Alice. It was a ruse, of course, but sometimes just the idea of privacy was enough.
"I'm forced to watch you in their fantasies," he finally whispered hoarsely. His voice was so soft I doubted anyone but me could hear it, "and I don't like what they make me see."
I wanted to ease his worries, knowing that I couldn't. There was nothing I could say or do to protect him from this. I pulled him against me, wrapping my arms around him for comfort. He rested his head in the hollow of my neck and sighed.
"I could always shave off my hair, or wear thick glasses and braces," I suggested after a moment. He chuckled a little at that.
"Don't you ever consider that," Alice interrupted vilely. "There's no way I could find a dress to go with such blasphemy."
I just stuck out my tongue at her. She wasn't even supposed to be listening to this conversation.
But I wasn't done yet with Edward. "Your mood swings seem very violent today," I observed. I was whispering in his ear in what I hoped was my most comforting tone.
"It's a lot to take in," Edward confessed, his face still hidden in the hollow of my neck. "Strange how I could forget how… crowded it can be to be with so many humans."
I gently wound my fingers through his hair and I could feel a very low rumble vibrate in his chest.
"I can try to shield the whole school," I offered.
Again he chuckled softly. "Tempting, but no. Have to be on the lookout, remember?"
"I thought we had agreed that we were going to have as much fun as possible," I chided him softly. "Stop moping and ignore what others are thinking. You've done that before. Don't torture yourself like this. People will always think things, even when you can't hear them. Tune them out."
Edward just sighed.
Gah. He really was no fun like this. Where had the playful Edward gone? I looked around me. "Jasper, a little help here?" I pleaded. Waves of a relaxed contentment rolled over us almost immediately.
"It won't help," Edward warned, sitting up.
I looked around me quickly to assure that there were no teachers, then took his head in my hands and pressed my lips to his in a sweet kiss.
His eyebrows shot up in surprise and I could feel his lips curve against mine as he smiled, before he kissed me back in earnest.
"Hey look, Ness, a dragon!" Alice tried.
"Like I haven't seen them busy before," Ness murmured quietly. There was not a hint of resentment in her voice, fortunately. Just a wisdom that was frighteningly far ahead of her years.
I didn't put too much effort in analyzing what happened around me though, as I was rapidly getting lost in the sensation of Edward's lips against mine. His arms were around me now, holding me in a tight embrace. My hands knotted in his hair and I let myself fall in the depths of my desire, inhaling his incredible honey-and-lilac-and-sun scent.
When we finally let go, he smiled, and the smile reached his eyes.
I looked back at him, pleased. "This will." I nodded in contentment.
We met Emmett and Rosalie in the main hallway as our lunch ended and theirs began. Rosalie immediately wanted to know how everyone was holding up, and what we thought of the school. We quickly exchanged our experiences. As we talked, Renesmee shifted closer to Rosalie, so that their hands touched. I saw Rosalie smile at the blissful images she saw in her mind's eye.
"Hey Rose, why were you so pissed this morning?" Best to be straight about it. Rosalie didn't need any tact. She never used it herself, either.
"Stupid non-pda policy," she huffed. "Em and I got scolded in our first lesson. If we're seen touching each other again, we get detention."
"That strict, huh," I empathized. "Go sit outside then. Hardly any teachers there. Too cold for them," I chuckled.
"Will do, thanks," she said, already walking away.
And then we were on our way to homeroom. Renesmee and Jacob had Gym. Edward warned them once more to reign themselves in at all times. Renesmee rolled her eyes at me in a very Jacobish way and took off.
I didn't know yet in what way this school used homeroom. I was surprised to walk into a bubbly hubbub of a class. Some students were sitting on the tables, others had pulled by a chair. Cleary, this was not a silent study hour.
The four of us found seats in the back of the class. As was to be expected, the annoying brunette was in this class as well. She'd noticed us the moment we came walking in and starting talking abruptly to the girl who was sitting next to her. I couldn't help but listen in, and from the corner of my eye I could see that my siblings were paying attention as well.
"I don't know what to make of them," the brunette said. "That brown-haired girl is so annoying, she's a real knowitall."
"Yes, she really was ridiculous in Lit.," her friend agreed. "She didn't have the right to act in such a way, I mean, what does she know?"
"That's what I mean!" the brunette shrieked.
I really had to fight the urge to cover my ears. Instead I moaned softly, which was rewarded by a chuckle from my left side. I kicked Edward's chair in return.
"But I want to know who the guy is that is sitting next to her," the brunette continued. "They seem to know each other, but I have not seen them speak once."
"I heard they were brothers and sisters," the blonde friend offered. "Maybe they're fighting or something."
It was fun to listen to others, I realized. Especially when they really had no idea.
Then the teacher entered the room, ending the brunette's conversation. He was a friendly looking young man, with bone-rimmed glasses that were quite fashionable. Alice sighed approvingly behind me.
The teacher called his class to attention. "We have four new faces in this class as of today," he started, then he looked at us. "I am Patrick O'Neil. Please do not 'mister' me, I am not that old yet. Just call me Patrick.
"I use this homeroom as a place to socialize. You can catch up on your friends or your homework here. And if anything is ever bothering you, please know that I am also the student councilor of this school. I have pledged an oath of secrecy. You can always come and talk to me." He kept quiet for a minute after that, obviously wanting his message to get through to us.
"Now, why don't you introduce yourselves?"
I looked at Edward, our spokesperson for all intents and purposes.
"Well," he started, but Mr. O'Neil — Patrick — interrupted him.
"No, no, stand up! You'll need presentation skills later in life, anyway."
I tried to hide my smile at that.
Edward stood up, shooting a perfect mock of exasperation at me. This time my grin escaped.
"Well," he repeated. "I'm Edward, I'm seventeen years old, and I moved here from Alaska." He sat down again, smirking. I could Alice barely holding it together behind me. What were they getting at?
The teacher turned to me, so I stood up as well. How many more times would I have to do this today?
"I'm Bella, I'm seventeen years old, and I moved here from Alaska."
"I'm Alice, I'm seventeen years old, and I moved here from Alaska."
"I'm Jasper, I'm seventeen years old, and I moved here from Alaska."
Some of our fellow students had the courage to laugh. Others were mainly looking annoyed, or bored.
Mr. O'Neil looked amused. "Just tell the class the whole story, please."
"Well, Mr. O'Neil — Patrick —, we are all adopted or fostered by Dr. Carlisle Cullen and his wife Esme. Carlisle got a job offer here, and Esme didn't like Alaska, so we moved," Edward explained in his patient-father-voice.
"And do you like it here?" Ah, the councilor was coming out already.
"Sure, sure," I replied without looking up. The grin Edward shot me was the widest I'd seen in a long time.
Mr. O'Neil didn't reply to my remark, but he raised his eyebrows at me. I had an inkling he was not going to let this go, but for now at least he didn't ask any further.
As the students were starting their own activities again, Edward and I turned around to Alice and Jasper. Now we could finally talk, without having to edit for Renesmee or Jacob.
"How are you holding up?" Edward asked me. The worry was back in his eyes.
"I'm f—"
"Don't say fine," he warned me. "I saw your panic at lunch." He took my hand in his under the table and squeezed it.
"But Edward, she is," Alice interrupted. "I've had not seen even a hint of something that could go wrong. At least, diet-wise," she added, irritated.
I touched my throat, which was just faintly feeling dry. "I can still swallow. Don't you worry. It's such a waste of time and energy." I smiled at the irony. Of course we had endless resources of both.
"One tip, though," Alice said softly. "You should blink more often. You're doing extraordinary well, Bella, but you tend to forget to blink. And as your eyes stand out so much, it'll be noticed sooner."
"Right," I nodded. "Blink. Breathe. Fidget." It was my well-known mantra. And my eyes did stand out. I'd hunted so much in preparation for school that my eyes were lighter than those of my siblings. The fun part about it was that now my skin felt warmer than Edward's too, something he was extremely pleased about. He said it brought back memories.
"Thank you all," I said. "We've been so anxious about this, and you have been so supportive. So, thank you for your patience. I must say that it's all much easier than I anticipated."
"Hey, that's what family is for!" Alice smiled, taking my other hand.
"Are you okay with this all?" Jasper suddenly asked. I looked at him in surprise.
"I mean, it's been seven years only…"
Yes, I knew what he meant.
"Well, it does piss me off that you all seem to think that it was enough, considering the rest of you had decades of bridal days." I tried to be sarcastic, but the hiss was real enough.
Jasper winced and then chuckled at the emotions he picked up from me.
"But if this is what makes the family happy, who am I to fight that?" I continued. "I do believe however that Edward is none too pleased," I teased.
"I'm not," he conceded easily. "But it's the best way considering we want to stay together."
Then he leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss on my lips, in a movement so fast that humans would not register it. His delicious scent lingered around me even stronger. I giggled like a true schoolgirl, but I could feel the delicious electric current starting to hum violently through my body immediately in anticipation. Alice looked at Edward warningly.
"Please, Edward. Those really are unnecessary risks."
Edward shrugged, and kissed me again. This time he even let the tip of his tongue press against my lower lip. I had to fight the rumble in my chest — a sound like that would surely draw attention. Instead I sighed deeply and I could feel an insanely happy smile plaster itself on my face. Now it was Edward's turn to chuckle.
Alice sighed and looked apologetically at her husband, who must pick up our changing emotions yet again. "I can't foresee him making such snap decisions." Then she looked some more daggers at us, but we didn't notice.
I was caught in Edward's gaze, and he in mine. I could see myself in the reflection of his eyes, which were getting darker steadily. The electric current between us was almost tangible. I knew we were at a dangerous game, but neither one of us had ever been able to snap out of it by ourselves.
Alice helped us out, however, by hitting the back of my head with a force I thought was way overdone, but I realized she just wanted to get back at me.
It helped though, because I blinked and the contact between Edward and I was broken. We both took deep, steadying breaths and I leaned my forehead against his shoulder briefly. Edward quickly but softly stroked my hair, once. This short moment of bodily contact gave me the comfort I needed. I didn't let it last too long, maybe a second. But it sort of charged my battery for resistance. We were only halfway through the day.
When I sat up we looked away from each other. This 'gazing thing' was not teasing. It was a mate-thing, or at least an Edward-and-I-thing, that we could neither stop nor prevent. It was a very dangerous trap to fall in when we were not alone.
The first time it had happened, it hadn't taken us long to explode and devour each other. We didn't mind it, and didn't think much of it. We soon realized however that it was something that just seemed to happen to us, whenever, wherever. We didn't try to fight it, because we couldn't fight it. We would get caught up in each other's gaze, and get 'stuck'. Just like Jasper and Alice could look at each other in a way that was more intimate than kissing, Edward and I could get caught in a gaze that forced us to act.
We had spoken about this to Carlisle, albeit hesitantly. Carlisle didn't know the phenomenon and although he could understand that we didn't mind it happening, he also saw the problems it could provide when we were not alone or able to leave. He'd research it — he took any opportunity to do research.
Our siblings had not known what to make of us in the beginning, as it could take us hours to 'build' this bond. We would stay frozen all the time, just looking at each other. If not distracted by something violent, we were not able to get out of it. And it didn't matter if we were in a room full of family or not.
I thought back to one of the first times it had happened with Emmett around. His jokes or booming laughter usually pulled us out of it, but this time Edward and I had been in too deep.
We had been sitting opposite each other in the living room, with the entire family present. We'd stared into each other's eyes with a force that was almost tangible. We didn't touch, we just looked, unmoving. I noticed his eyes getting perceptibly darker, and knew from the slight change in my own vision that mine were turning dark too.
"What are they doing?" Emmett had asked.
"Like it isn't obvious," Rosalie had huffed.
"Are they having one of their moments?" Emmett had asked again. He could not stand it that he didn't get it.
"Not quite," Jasper had grinned. He was at ease, for once not irritated by the emotions that were radiating from Edward and I.
"Then what?" Emmett had demanded, annoyed.
"You'll see," Alice chimed in.
Edward and I had still been frozen, but the electric current between us was building in force. I noticed my breathing had started to accelerate, as had Edward's. My siblings were silent now, watching us.
"Ah, yes, there they go," Alice had sighed after a few more minutes, "in three, two, one…"
At that exact moment, the tension became too much. Edward and I had left the house in a blur, running into the forest at top speed. I'd tried to keep my clothes intact as I removed them while running, but I wasn't sure. Then Edward had tackled me and claimed me as his wedded wife.
Reliving this memory cost me about two seconds.
I sighed and tried to guide my train of thought elsewhere. I was starting to think that this whole school idea really was insane, happy family or no. I had the rest of forever with Edward, but still I really could not see the point in waiting to be with him for even five minutes. It was frustrating, to say the least. Plus Edward's behavior was not helping. Although he was worried sick about my thirst issues, he seemed mighty confident in my other areas of self-control. I wanted to scold him for that, but I didn't want him to stay away from me either. Best to stay silent for now.
I rubbed my face as if to wipe away the tingles of anticipation from my skin.
Edward also tried to regain some composure and ran his hand through his hair in a very human gesture, and once again I was stunned by his beauty. The perfect line of his square jaw, his cheekbones, the flash of his golden eyes…
To distract myself, again, I started listening to the sounds around me. Maybe I could locate Renesmee's heartbeat, which would be improbable amongst a thousand other thrumming rhythms, but I could try. I focused on the sounds around me, and…
"Look at that," the brunette whispered, looking at the way Edward was trying to rearrange his hopeless coupe.
Not that sounds, I whimpered in my thoughts, but for some reason I could not not listen to her.
"I'd love to run my fingers through that hair," the brunette continued. Her friend nodded in agreement.
"I saw him first," the brunette warned.
"I know you did, he's all yours," her friend said in a way I could only describe as submissive.
"Wonder what was going on between him and his sister just now," the brunette mused. "I can't put my finger on it, but something's off with those people."
Well, she had that right. I looked up at Edward, and saw he chuckled at her remark.
"I'll find out," the brunette promised herself. "Hey, what do you think about the assignment for Literature?"
"Hmm, act human," Alice murmured behind us, interrupting my focus on the girl.
We all immediately became restless like any bored high school student. Sure enough, Mr. O'Neil then walked up to our tables, took a chair that he turned in one fluent movement, and straddled it. He rested his arms on the back of the chair. Was he really that nonchalant, or was it a careful façade?
We turned a little to face him.
"So, you're all adopted siblings?"
I suppose that's one way to start a conversation, I thought, shield lowered.
"Yes, we are," Alice said sweetly.
"I'm curious," the teacher started, "how do you get along? It must be crowded when you share a home of ten."
Ah, we try to keep the walls whole, but windows tend to turn out fragile from time to time.
Edward's eyes flashed to me before he spoke. "It's not without difficulty."
I elbowed him in the ribs with a force that would have broken them if he were human. Edward blinked innocently at me.
Mr. O'Neil noticed my movement, but let it go.
"I've always been an only child," he confided. "It fascinates me to meet big families."
I'd read enough psychology books to see through his method immediately: reveal something personal, and your patient will start to talk as well. But we were not patients.
"We manage," Alice chimed. "We didn't choose our lives, but we are very happy to have landed with Carlisle and Esme. They really are the perfect parents."
Yes, no curfews and stuff.
Edward struggled to keep his face composed.
"I'm happy for you," the teacher said. "I wanted to repeat what I said earlier. You can always come and talk to me. I've read your files and I know that you've all been through severe trauma. It can be hard to adjust to new environments. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to find me."
"We will," Alice said sweetly.
Alice, who had had a little too much fun in composing our pasts. I had felt very uncomfortable when she told me that I had lost my parents, Joe and Mary (yes, really) Whitlock in a car crash when I was six. My real parents were still very much alive and happy, thank the heavens.
Alice, Emmett, Edward and Renesmee Masen were blood relatives in our story, and they had been orphaned by a fire when they were toddlers. Renesmee had to be Edward's sister; they looked so much alike it was uncanny — unless you knew the real cause of course. My resemblance with Renesmee had been stronger when I was still human, but now it was only our mouths that were alike. And our eyes, but the color was so different humans would never notice it. And I could never play Edward's real sister. We'd have child services at our door within days, I should think.
Rosalie and Jasper Hale were foster kids, rescued from a violent home. Jasper's scars, faintly visible to humans, bore testament to that. Jacob Wolfe was a foster kid as well. After his mother had died his father could no longer take care of him.
Jake stood out from the rest of us, but he had come to terms with that. He'd also come to terms with the fact that 'forever' was his reality as long as he was with Renesmee and with us. He would be able to phase as long as there was a vampire threat. And with eight and a half of those around him, his future was quite secure.
Wolfe, Masen, Hale, and Whitlock… In the end we were all Cullens, and proudly so.
The teacher must have noticed I was distracted, because he directed his next words at me.
"It's a lot to take in on a first day, I know. You'll be settled in no time," he promised me.
I used my Alice-tactic on him: I smiled and nodded. It seemed to satisfy him, because he greeted us and went to another student who wanted his attention.
When Jasper pulled out his Calculus book, we followed suit. We still had a good fifteen minutes, might as well do some homework. I was actually kind of curious as to how much time it would take me in this new life.
"What about that guy Mark?" Edward asked me without looking up from his book.
I did look up at him. "I don't know. What about him? What does he think?"
"He doesn't know what to make of you," Edward answered. "He's dying to get to know you, but he doesn't understand why his instincts tell him to run. Fast."
I snickered. "He writes," I said. "And he's fun to talk with."
"I can imagine," Edward admitted. "His thoughts are very pure. He's genuinely interested in you."
Only I could hear the carefully hidden edge of jealousy in his voice.
"He'll tire of me soon enough," I soothed. "I just liked that he writes stories. I was curious."
This time Edward looked back at me. I could see clearly in his eyes that he was fighting the urge to ask me would I indeed please stop talking to the guy, and the wish to never interfere in my life in such a way again.
I frowned my disappointment, which made a cautious look come into his eyes immediately.
Behind us, Alice and Jasper where suddenly extremely focused on their homework.
"Will you please relax," I scolded him. "I cannot believe that you could ever be jealous again, Edward." Then I lowered my shield and showed him what I thought of Mark, followed by my thoughts of Edward, which usually occupied about ninety-five percent of my mind, when I wasn't thinking about Renesmee.
"I know," he replied to my thoughts. But he didn't lighten up.
I sighed, then slapped the back of his head. I didn't even care anymore who saw us. When he looked at me, surprised, I fired his own trick back at him and kissed him at high-speed.
He chuckled in spite of himself, and I kissed him again before his smile had faded, breathing out in his face deliberately.
"Bella," Jasper sighed.
"What?" I asked innocently, eyes like saucers. "He started it!" I pointed my finger, leaning back so I could use an outstretched arm.
"No I didn't," Edward countered in the tone of a whining child, playing along, "you started it, in Biology this morning, if memory serves me correctly, which it tends to do."
"Excuse me, Mr. Cullen, but whose fault was it that I had to get dressed twice, this morning?"
Hell, we were vampires. We could do anything — everything — at top speed. It had been a fun experiment, though.
Edward smiled his crooked smile at the memory, and then he winked at me. It was a silly human flirtatious gesture, but it did something to me. A dull fire settled in the pit of my stomach. I was fiercely grateful to whatever higher power out there that I could no longer blush. Edward completely disarmed me with those little gestures.
"I'm going to talk to Carlisle tonight," Alice groaned. "You are ridiculous and dangerous. Maybe you should stay out of school for a while longer."
I turned in my chair to look at her and Jasper, one eyebrow raised. "I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Purring-twenty-four-seven, or haven't you noticed we can hear you two going on all day long?"
Edward laughed so hard it was almost a bark. His 'coughing fit' wasn't even remotely believable. The sound was drowned out by the chatting students around us, fortunately.
We never really addressed each other's private lives like this, with the exception of course when we were in danger of exposure — in whatever meaning of the word, as I found out today. But although Alice and Jasper were quite apt at hiding it, if I concentrated on it, I could hear them growling very softly, very constantly. Jasper would take in the feelings he received from Alice, and he would send his love for her out in waves. In a way, it was easy for them, a constant warm and loving embrace.
Alice coughed to hide her embarrassment. Jasper looked out the window stoically.
Hah. Maybe she'll get off our back now, I thought hopefully as the bell rang.
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