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(Edward)

I step into the office and look around.

Bella is the one that usually comes to the school, but Matteo called me this time. He punched that Abruzzi kid, so there must be something more to this story.

I walk up to the desk and wait.

The secretary is acting like she can't see me, so I knock on the counter-top.

Her head pops up and she stutters, "I'm sorry. Can I help you?"

Huh, maybe she didn't know I was there.

"Yeah, my son, Matteo Cullen, called me."

"Oh yes, just a moment."

She picks up the phone, her eyes keep glancing up at me. I lift an eyebrow at her, and she turns bright red.

That shit is so weird; why do women do that and then look embarrassed when they get caught looking?

I hate this fucking school. I'm okay with going to mass once a week, but the school is a nightmare. They go around teaching about how you should be good and love your fellow man, but it's a bunch of bullshit. People just aren't that good.

A door opens to the left, "Mr. Cullen?"

I nod and walk toward the man standing in the doorway. He reaches out and shakes my hand.

"I'm Principal Lewis."

"Edward Cullen."

He walks around his desk, "Mr. Cullen, Matteo punched a boy in class today. The other boy, Michael Abruzzi, said it was unprovoked, and Matteo refuses to tell me what happened."

I look at my son, "what happened?"

Matteo frowns, "he was messing with me the whole hour. Kicking my chair, hitting me with pencils, so I told him to stop and he cussed me out. And then he hit me on my shoulder so I punched him."

I looked back over at the principal. "So the Abruzzi kid can cuss in class with no consequences?"

"Mr. Cullen, Michael Abruzzi said he did nothing to provoke Matteo."

"Did you talk to the teacher?"

Principal Lewis turned a little red. I guess he didn't like people questioning his actions.

"She didn't even turn around to reprimand him when he cussed at me. The other kids in class laughed, and she acted like it didn't happen."

"So what happens now? He misses the rest of the day and comes back tomorrow?"

The principal is frowning. "Mr. Cullen, we do not condone violence in our school and students are normally suspended for incidents like this."

I opened my mouth to object, but he raised a hand and continued. "However, Matteo has never been in any serious trouble before. As a matter of fact, your children have always been well behaved and maintain good grades. I will let this incident slide, but if he is in my office again I will have to enforce the punishments."

"Alright, my wife and I will discuss this with Matteo at home. But I would expect, if there are future incidents, the other party involved will be sitting in your office along with my son. I pay good money to this school for his education and he deserves the same treatment as everyone else." I have a feeling Matteo is going to get into a lot of shit this year. "Is he free to go for the day?"

"Yes. See you tomorrow, Matteo."

"Later, Principal Lewis," my son answers, with a head nod.

I roll my eyes, but shake the principal's hand, thanking him before walking out.

Matteo was looking around the office when I finally got to him.

"Looking for someone?" I ask, and he jumps.

"Nah, no. Can we go?"

I shrug, and nod toward the door.

When we are in the car, I look over at him. "You wanna tell me what that was about?"

He slumps into the seat. "People are just... It started at the end of last year. My so called friends started talking shit and ignoring me. They started messing with me; I'm not just going to sit there and take it."

I nod. "You want to help me out today?"

"Sure."

I was afraid this was going to happen. I knew something was up. Tony was his best friend, and all of the sudden they weren't hanging out anymore. They played baseball over the summer, but when the game was over everyone went their own way.

Luca, Frankie and Matteo had always been buddies, but they got even tighter over the summer. Those three are gonna be a force to be reckoned with at school this year.

O_o_O

"Bella," I moan; her mouth, my God.

She hums and my body tenses. She looks up at me through her lashes, and I fucking lose it.

"Baby..." she takes me deeper into her throat and it's over. I should be embarrassed that I came so quickly, but it's like a game for us these days. How fast can you get there because one of the kids is going to bang on the door any minute?

But right now, it's two in the morning. The kids are asleep, and my wife is in a sexy black nightgown.

I pull her to her feet, my hands running up her thighs, pushing the nightgown up to her waist.

"No panties?"

She shakes her head no. Her hair is a mess from my fingers pulling on it, her face is flushed and her lips swollen. "You're so beautiful," I whisper, and push her back so she is leaning against the desk. I lean forward and play with her moist lips and kiss her. She's soaked, and my tongue dips inside, tasting her. My cock is waking up again, and her fingers are digging into my shoulders, and that damn lip is between her teeth.

I suck on her clit and push two fingers deep inside of her. I can feel her clenching around my fingers, and I run my other hand under her nightgown, cupping her breast in my hand. I love the way her body feels.

My wife has given birth to four of our five beautiful children, making her body a little softer, and a little rounder and she is still the sexiest woman I've ever known.

I pull my mouth away from her, and pull my fingers out but I'm still cupping her sex. I use my left hand to pull her toward me. I sit back on the chair and she places her legs on either side of me, letting me guide her onto me.

She gasps, and hums. I keep her still for a moment, enjoying how it feels to be inside of her. But it becomes to much and she starts to move. I wrap my hands around the side of her neck, tangling my fingers in her hair and I pull her face to mine so I can kiss her.

I love kissing her. She gives me everything in her kisses; her love, her happiness, her want.

The fucking chair starts rolling, and Bella's eyes pop open, her fingers grabbing onto me.

I laugh, "Hold on, baby."

Her arms wrap around my shoulders and I slip my shoes and pants off, then pick her up and walk over to the couch. I sit on the sofa and hiss, fucking leather is cold as hell.

Bella giggles and then leans in kissing me softly. "I love you, so much, Edward."

I slide my hands along her body and push the nightgown up, removing it from her body. Her beautiful breasts are in my face, so I lean forward and take one in my mouth.

Bella hums and starts moving again. She's tightening around me, circling, bouncing. My hands are roaming, my mouth is sucking at her skin, she's panting and her hair is like a curtain around my face.

We're in sync, and I start pushing up as she comes down. I place a hand on her stomach, my thumb grazing her sweet spot every time she moves. She closes her eyes, and moves one hand to rest on my thigh, her body splayed out for me. I watch where we're connected, my dark hand on her creamy, white stomach, my cock glistening with her juices. I press my thumb down and she gasps, "again."

I start moving my thumb, and she is shaking above me. I move quicker, quicker, needing to get her there. I need to feel her tighten around me so I can come inside of her.

Her arm goes weak on my thigh, and I grab her hips in my hands bringing her down on to me as I push into her. She tightens everywhere, her body tense, her eyes closed, her mouth open in a silent scream and I let go.

Her forehead rests on my shoulder and her hot breath blows over my chest. I'm rubbing my hands on her back and I'm fucking wheezing.

"Baby, you are amazing. I love being with you like this," I whisper in her ear.

She tilts her head to look at me, "Still? Even after having the kids?"

I bring my hand to her face, cupping her cheek. "Always. Even after ten kids."

"We are not having ten kids, are you crazy? I can barely handle the five we have."

I laugh, "I had to try right?"

She shakes her head, "crazy."

I look around for something she can clean up with, and grab the tissues from the table.

I close my eyes as she gets up, I hate that feeling of loss when we pull apart.

"You coming upstairs?"

I hum, and nod. "Yeah."

I reach a hand out to her and she helps pull me up. Wrapping my arms around her, we sway for a minute. I pull away slightly and she looks up at me.

I lean into her, kiss her softly, and whisper against her lips, I love you.

O_o_O

I drop the kids off at school in the morning because Bella had an early photo shoot.

"Bye, daddy! I love you! Bye Marco-baby," Giuliana and Annabelle lean between the seats to kiss my cheek.

"I love you, too, baby girls. Have a good day." Giuliana smiles; Annabelle laughs. That girl is going to be trouble when she starts liking boys.

I shake my head and look at Matteo as he opens the car door.

"Hey," I call out before he leaves. "Kick that Abruzzi kids ass if he fucks with you today."

Matteo nods and Luca looks at me with wide eyes before looking over at his brother. "What happened?"

"I'll tell you as we walk in," Matteo tells him. "Later, Pops."

Luca gives me a head nod and gives Marco a fist bump and then slams the car door. Fucking kids. I laugh, no wonder my dad is always giving me that shit about 'what goes around comes around.'

I glance back at my little guy. He's smiling as he watches everyone walk into the school. He's already a rough and tumble kid but he always has a smile on his face.

Damn, I got at least fifteen more years of this.

I look in the rearview mirror, no gray hair yet.

"Alright, little man. You ready to go see Nana?"

"Yes! Nana!"

I laugh and put the car in drive.

(Matteo)

"Dude, what the hell? You couldn't tell me this yesterday?"

Luca is pissed.

I shrug. "Dad picked me up, and I didn't want to talk about it."

"Whatever," he shakes his head. "If that asshole tries something today, he'll be sorry."

We walk through the doors of the church.

Luca and I stand a little taller, and straighten our shoulders; it's kind of weird that we both did the movement at the same time.

I wonder if Dad and Uncle Jasper were like this when they were our age.

We walk along the right wall looking for Frankie, Juju and Annabelle. We always sit together for mass; a united front, my dad calls it.

Family first, always.

"What's up?" I nod my head at Frankie.

"'Sup?" Luca and Frankie bump fists and then lean back into the bench. Annabelle and Juju are talking quietly, and I look around the church. As I'm scanning the faces, I see that little shit Abruzzi on the other side of the aisle.

He's looking at me, and his face is red. He probably didn't expect me to be here today.

I smirk and give him a head nod. His mouth starts moving, and his sidekicks look over at me.

My smirk is gone, and now I'm staring them down. Luca and Frankie seem to be doing the same thing because the assholes eyes are shifting between the three of us.

Annabelle grabs my forearm and squeezes it. I look over at her.

"Is everything okay?"

I can't help but smile at her, "Yeah, it's all good. Don't worry."

She frowns, and looks over at Abruzzi before nodding and turning back to Juju, who is also frowning.

I pull a strand of her hair, "Don't worry about it. Everything's cool."

She shakes her head and then turns toward the front of the church. I look up also and catch a shimmer of black hair.

I shift a little so I can see if it's the girl I saw yesterday in the office. It's as if she can feel me looking, because she turns her head a little, looking over her shoulder.

When she sees me, her cheeks turn pink and she smiles, turning back toward the front.

Luca hits me with his elbow, and I hit him back.

"Who're you smiling at?" he whispers.

Shit, I was smiling?

"I'll tell you later."

He shakes his head, and we're quiet for the rest of the mass.

O_o_O

Walking into the cafeteria at lunchtime was a little strange. People watched me today, which is weird, since they usually ignore me. I guess people got word of what happened yesterday.

Mom was kinda pissed, but she didn't say much. I wonder if she and Dad talked about it. Maybe she's been waiting for shit like this to start happening. I mean, our family name alone has caused trouble for them before. They aren't the most popular parents at St. Mike's.

I grab a wrapped sandwich, a bag of chips, an apple and a bottle of water and turn to head over to my usual table when someone smacks into me. I raise my hands to protect my sandwich and chips, and that's when I see the tiny girl with black hair in front of me.

"I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" Her voice is shaky and quiet.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Are you?" I take the time to look at her.

Her hands are gripping my blazer.

She removes her hands quickly, smoothing out my shirt and blazer. And oh fuck, I need to step away because my body is definitely reacting to her right now.

"Hey, it's alright. Don't do that."

"Oh, oh, sorry. I'm okay. Thanks."

She tries to move around me, but I step in front of her.

"You're new here."

She looks around the room, and then looks up at me with bright blue eyes, looking a little shy, and a little afraid.

"Yeah," she sighs. "I'm Grace."

"Grace," I say her name, liking the way it sounds. "I'm Matteo. You can come sit with us, my sister is there, too." I felt as if I needed to point that out for some reason.

Her eyes shoot up in surprise, "Really? Okay. I'm just going to grab something real quick."

I nod and wait for her. When she comes back over, she only has a container of yogurt and a bottle of water.

"That's all you're eating?"

She shrugs and nods, so I do the same thing and lead her over to the table.

Luca and Frankie are looking at me with stupid faces. I narrow my eyes at them, and they start laughing, but keep their mouths shut. Damn, they're going to fuck with me later though.

"Hey, this is Grace." I point and introduce everyone, "My brother Luca, that's Frankie, and my sister Giuliana."

She says hello to everyone as she sits down. I sit next to her and open up my sandwich.

When I look up, everyone's staring at me.

"What?" I ask, stuffing food in my face. I can feel my ears getting hot.

Juju looks at me with a smile and then turns to Grace. "So what grade are you in?"

Grace smiles, "ninth, how about you?"

"Seventh, so I get to have lunch with these clowns this year. Where are you from?"

"New Jersey. But I spent the summer in Italy with my ... family," she hesitated a little before saying family and her nose wrinkled as if she didn't want to call them that.

"Oh yeah?" Juju's face lit up. She loves Italy.

"Where did you stay? Our grandparents live there. Well, they live here and over there, but we go all of the time. I love Italy."

Juju kept talking, never actually giving Grace the chance to say where she was from.

I wonder if Dad knows her family.

As Juju and Grace talk, I lean toward Luca and Frankie. "Anything happen this morning?"

Luca glances at the girls, and shakes his head. "Not really, Abruzzi's sister said some shit this morning about her poor brother getting beat up by a thug."

I laugh. "He calls that getting beat up? Asshole doesn't even know..." I trail off when I see Grace's face; her eyes are wide and her cheeks are a little flushed.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"Is that why you were in the office yesterday? You're the kid that everyone's talking about?"

I can't stop the frown that covers my face.

Damn.

I want to let my shoulders slump; I knew this was too good to be true.

Whatever.

I'm sure she can find new friends, her reputation won't be too damaged since today is her first day, and she doesn't know anyone.

"Yeah. He was messing with me, and I stopped him," my voice is a little rougher than I wanted it to be, but fuck if I wasn't disappointed that I wouldn't get to know this girl.

I finish my sandwich quickly, not joining the conversation with Luca and Frankie. I give Juju my apple, and she gives me a sad smile.

"See you guys later."

I quickly make my way out of the cafeteria and pull my cigarettes out of my pocket. Mom's going to flip the fuck out if she ever finds these.

I light up and lean against the wall. I'm somewhat hidden from everyone in this spot. No one ever comes to this side of the building.

I hear footsteps and stop moving.

Fuck.

I put the smoke out on the wall and hold it in my palm so no one can see.

I'm surprised when I see Grace peek around the corner. I frown and then run my hand through my hair.

"Anyone follow you?"

Luca, Frankie, and Juju are right behind her, and I laugh.

I light up again and inhale deeply, leaning my head against the wall.

Luca and Juju are arguing about something, Frankie's laughing, and Grace keeps sneaking looks at me.

"You know, you're gonna get labeled if you hang out with us."

She moves closer and leans against the wall next to me.

"Yeah? Labeled as what?"

"A troublemaker," I snort.

Juju laughs, "Oh yes. We are the troublemakers of St. Mike's. You can ask anyone. We are common day thugs."

I reach out and fist bump her.

Luca snorts, "yep, didn't you know that Matteo almost killed that kid in class yesterday? He was totally unprovoked."

"Damn, man, I didn't know it was like that. I don't think I can hang out wit' you fools anymore," Frankie starts to walk away, but Luca jumps on his back, trying to get him in a headlock.

"We're bad influences, Gracie. Run while you can."

She smiles shyly, and then looks over at Juju, Luca and Frankie. "You look like regular kids to me. I think I'll take my chances."

The bell rings, and we all groan.

Three more hours before we can escape this place.

Before we walk back into the building, I feel a tug on my arm. I look down at Grace, and her cheeks are pink again, and she looks a little nervous.

"Thanks for being nice to me today," I nod and turn toward the cafeteria.

I hold the door open for her, and as she passes me she says, "and I liked it when you called me Gracie."

My eyebrows shoot up as she walks away with a little sway to her hips.

Did I call her Gracie? Damn, if she's gonna walk like that I'll call her that all the damn time.

I run to catch up to her and bump her with my shoulder, smiling before I turn down the hall toward my class.

a/n: Hello! Happy Saturday (or Sunday if you are ahead of me). I hope you are having a great weekend.

I hope you liked this one. more answers will come in the next few chapters. Also, Frankie is the son of one of the guys that works with Edward. I know there were some questions...

Thanks so much for the reviews last chapter. I appreciate it more than you know. Also, your comments and questions inspire the direction I might take things. I love it when the reviews throw something at me that I didn't even consider. Like - do you guys need Jasper's POV in here? He is the head of the family, but my story focuses on E&B. In my head, if Ed was the head honcho, he would not be able to spend so much time with Bella and the kids. Jasper has his own drama going on that will bleed in a little bit, but if you guys want more details just let me know. Maybe I can create an outtake story with POV's of the different family members.

Ok, I've rambled enough. Thanks so much for reading! Have a great week!