A/N: Twilight belongs to SM!

JPOV

I loved it when I had a 3 day weekend. I don't get many of those. After I went to bed last night I thought about what I was gonna do with Bella.

Did I want to start somethin' serious? Maybe just some foolin' around?

Those thoughts kept goin' round and round my head. It was still early in the mornin' by the time I had showered and dressed.

By 7 I was standin' in the kitchen, tryin' to figure out what I wanted for breakfast. Plenty to eat, but what the hell did I feel like cookin'? I shrugged and stared into the fridge.

"Jazzy?" I nearly jumped out of my skin when my daddy said my name.

"Damn daddy, you scared the shit out of me!" That made him laugh outright. He came in and sat at the kitchen island.

"What are you doin' up this early?"

"Hungry, I guess."

"You sure that's all?"

"Why you ask, daddy?"

"I can tell when you've got somethin' on your mind, Jazzy, specially a girl." he teased and I rolled my eyes.

Great. My daddy was startin' his questions about my sex life. Its to early in the freakin' mornin' for shit like this. Maybe Bella had the right idea. Get your own place.

Then again, I would miss momma's cookin'. No one could cook like her. Nah, just keep your mouth shut about private shit and you won't have to go threw this again.

Yup. That's the one I'm goin' with. I nodded to myself, then turned back to my daddy, who by now was starin' at me like I'd had a stroke by my silence.

I smiled to break the uneasiness I was feelin'. "Sorry daddy, didn' mean to space out."

He shook his head, smilin', "Not a problem, Jazzy. So, is it the new girl at work?"

I raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

"I told your momma last night, when we's were in bed, that I bet you were gonna try and get with the new girl. You had that look on your face when you see somethin' you really want."

"I'm that easy to read, daddy?"

This time he laughed, "Yeah, Jazzy, you are. You're like me. Or at least, that's what your momma says. When I first met her, she said that I was that easy to read. She knew I loved her before I even knew." He started to laugh.

"What?"

"Hell, she even knew I was gonna ask her to marry me before I even thought of it." Now he made a face. "Then again, she knew when I was gonna go get her ring after I asked her, without me sayin' a word."

"Wouldn' it been easier for momma to just have bought the rings and asked you, daddy?"

His face was priceless at my question, then he busted out laughin'. I couldn' help myself, joinin' in. We were so loud that it woke momma up. You could hear her feet on their bedroom floor, the door slammin' and the stompin' down to us.

I forgot. You don't wake momma up on her days' off from work. She's as cranky as an old bear with a thorn in it's claw.

Ouch.

This was gonna hurt.

"What are you two doin' up at this unholy hour?" And there was my momma.

Hair in rollers, face cream smeared every which way, granny jammies, and big purple duck slippers. You gotta love her.

"Sorry momma, I was hungry and then daddy scared me with the story of you two gettin' married." I outright blamed daddy and that earned me a death glare from him and a big smile from momma.

She was the cook. Rule number one, you don't mess with the cook. Ever. Sorry daddy.

"Well, why didn' you say somethin' baby, I would've gotten up and made you breakfast?"

"That's OK, momma, I can make some cereal."

I saw the horns grow from the back of her head as her eyes turned to slits.

"Don't ever say that word in my house, Jasper Whitlock-Cullen!"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Now, would you like some fresh pancakes? With eggs and bacon?"

"Please."

"Good. You set the table," she looked towards daddy. "Sugar, you go get ready and I'll get the food started."

Daddy did as he was told as I got the kitchen table ready.

"Your daddy tells me you're goin' out with the new girl from your work. When do we get to meet her?"

I almost dropped the glass of juice I was holdin' at her question. Slowly I placed it on the table, then cautiously looked up.

"I'm not datin' her just yet, momma. We just met yesterday."

"You sayin' you ain't got a date with her today?"

"No, I mean yes. I do. How'd you know?"

She grinned at me as she flipped the pancakes and mixed the eggs on the griddle. I heard the sizzle of the bacon and my mouth started to water.

"A momma always knows. Especially when her youngster is like her husband of 25 years. You're just like your daddy."

"That's what he said."

She laughed just as he came in and sat down at the table. I took a seat across as momma brought over the plate of pancakes. He passed them out to each plate as she brought the eggs and bacon last. Once everything was handed out, we gave thanks and dug in.

"Momma, this is great."

She smiled wide, noddin'. "You always ask me to make you some food, baby, don't try and cook in my kitchen. I'll break both your legs, ya hear?"

I swallowed my eggs the wrong way, and daddy had to pat my back until I could breath. He was laughing softly to himself but momma was all straight faced and shit.

I nodded, "Yes, ma'am."

We continued to eat silently. That's what was so great about my family. When it was eatin' time, you didn't have all that noise and shit. Momma worked hard and she took care of her family. Food was our special time together and if you crossed her by talkin' at the table, she'd take a limb off. No tellin' when you'd get it back either.

I got up to help daddy clear the table, together we rinsed the dishes and then loaded the washer while momma went up and got ready for the day.

Rule number two, you were a gentleman and cleaned up after yourself, if you wanted to ever eat her cookin' again.

"Jazzy, what are you plannin' on doing with your girl tonight?"

I shrugged, "I don't know, daddy, probably hang with the guys. I told her that we'd go to a movie and stuff since neither of us worked."

"Sounds good, son. Just make sure you don't leave her by herself to talk with your friends. Ladies hate that. You're momma always did. If we were on a date, I was her date. Make sure you remember that, ya hear?"

I nodded, "Yes, sir."

"You gonna bring her something?"

That just down right confused me, bring her what? Condoms? "I wasn't thinkin' about it, daddy."

He shook his head, then sighed, "Jazzy, what have we taught you? You're whole life, we've tried to teach you that a lady likes to be given pretty little things on each date. Nothin' 'pensive, just a small token of your affection."

"Any ideas, daddy?"

"How about a flower?"

"Just one flower?" I was highly doubtful. Who the hell just wanted one flower? What the hell did that mean? Jezz, dating was harder now a days.

"That sounds, wonderful, sugar. That's exactly what Jazzy needs to take for his first date."

I groaned, turnin' towards momma, "I don't know what kind, though."

She waved her hands in the air and rolled her eyes, "I've got the perfect thing, how about a tulip from our garden?"

I smiled, "Great, momma. I didn't think about that."

Daddy and I followed her out to the garden where she pulled on her gloves and took a pair of snips from her cart. We watched as she scanned the entire flower bed for the right one. Then she smiled and went over, snipped it and brought it back to me. I held it like gold, as she took her gloves off and put everything back into her cart.

We went back inside where she pulled out some girly wax wrapping paper, that momma kept for wrapping flowers for her friends. Girls. What a rip off.

She took the flower from me and wrapped it with a single sheet before tyin' a bow around it, to hold the paper in place.

"Now, put this in the fridge to keep cool, and you'll be set."

"Sure, momma, thank you." I did as told and earned a big smile from her and a smirked from daddy. He was just as wrapped around her pinky as I was.

Once I was released from their company I headed upstairs and plopped down on my bed, pulling my phone out. I pulled up my friends' numbers dialing both at once.

"What's up, Jazzman?" Eddie was first to answer.

"Yeah, how's it hangin', Jazzyboy?" Em was second.

"So, we on tonight for a movie? I don't got to work."

"Sure." Both literally yelled at the same time.

"Just one thing."

"What's it this time?" Eddie whined and I glared into my phone.

"I've got a date."

Em laughed hard, "You finally getting some ass, my man? Way to go! I knew you had it in you."

"Shut up EM!" I snapped. "She's the new girl at work. She's pretty fuckin' cool too."

"How cool?" Em sounded suspicious.

"She gave me head in the bathroom during her interview for the job."

The phone went silent from both lines. I bit my lip to keep from laughin' out loud. Em was always teasing me to get a girl and Eddie didn't think it was possible for me to keep one once I did.

"You're pulling our legs!" the first to recover was Eddie.

"Yeah, ain't no way in hell you got head with a girl you just met."

"I'm not shittin' you guys. I showed her round the store while Tanya was waitin' for her papers to come back and then she shoved me into the bathroom. Next thing I know, she's on her knees and my dick is in her mouth."

"WAY TO GO, JAZZYBOY!"

"I'm SO proud of you, Jazzman!"

"Thanks, boys. But you guys got to be serious now."

"Serious as a hard on." Em teased.

"Serious as a empty box of rubbers." Eddie added and I smacked my forehead. Of all the fucken' friends in the world I had to have them.

"OK, OK. Enough. Please. Just listen."

"OK!"

"Fine, Jazzman."

"I asked her to come with me to see the movie tonight with us. But you guys have to be nice to her. Don't say shit to upset her."

"If the girl gave you head without knowing you for more then 10 minutes, I doubt anything me and Eddie say will upset her."

"I'm with him, Jazzman."

"OK, well don't lay it on to thick. Momma is making me bring her a flower, so don't get on my ass or say anything to Bella for it."

"We'd never. We love your momma. Momma Cullen is the shit, right, Em?"

"Right on, Eddie. She is. No one makes better fried chicken like momma C."

"OK, well, if you guys are gonna be cool, then I'm gonna get off of here, and get ready."

"The movie isn't til like 8, what are you planning on doing at 11 in the morning? I bet he's paying her a house call, Eddie, what'd you think?"

"No doubt, Em."

"Shove it up your asses, guys! I'm just gonna call and see if she wants to get somethin' to eat before hand. What the hell is wrong with that? If we can't stand each other to eat, then going to a movie isn't gonna be any better."

"Oh. Good point. OK, OK, we'll lay off you, won't we, Em?"

"Yeah, since its for a good cause."

"See ya guys."

"Bye Jazzyboy."

"Bye Jazzman!"

I hung up, then dropped the phone beside me, before smacking my head with both palms. What was I thinkin' bringin' the stupid twins with me on a date? Maybe gettin' somethin' to eat first, to test the waters, wasn't such a bad idea.

Today was gonna be longer then hell.

****THANK U TO MARYJANE for checking this over for me, she's one of my new proofreaders!! I'm working on BPOV for this day and then the date which all together should be about 10000 words. Already have the next chappy done for BOL which I'll post in a few days!

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