Ok, I love ya'll so much that I decided to update. See what a bunch of reviews can do? I know that you guys who read my other stories are probably ready to kill me for not updating and such, and I promise I'm working on the next chapter in each of them. So don't pull out the pitch forks and knives yet, 'kay? This chapter is for Nymphadora who thought it was Alice's turn for a little embarassment.

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Bella's POV

"Edward, I'm bored," I complained, looking at the god that sat next to me on the huge, squishy bed in the midst of his room.

I was late in the afternoon on a Saturday, and Charlie thought I was having a sleepover with Alice. However, when I told him my plans for the evening, I was very careful to say that I was staying at Alice's. Never once did I say that I was having a slumber party with Alice. I didn't lie to him, I just didn't tell the full truth – that being, though I was in Alice's house, I was in fact having a little slumber party with my fiancé.

Edward moved his eyes to my face, for he was staring at my hand as he traced patterns over my skin, making my entire being tingle. "I can change that," he said and leaned forward to gently press his lips to mine.

I fell backward on to the bed, and he pulled away; his bottom lip jutted out in a pout that was obviously fake. Kind of. I think I detected just a bit of sadness in his eyes.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it."

"Bella," he whined, sounding very much like a two year old. I think I liked this side of him.

"Edward," I mocked using the same tone he had. His pout became more pronounced.

"You…you don't want me to kiss you?" His lip quivered and, if I didn't know better, I would have thought he was about to cry.

"Fine, whatever," I finally caved. "If you want to kiss me, go ahead. But I'm not going to be happy about it."

The pout disappeared. "I bet I can fix that."

Edward was now hovering over me, his lip a centimeter from mine. I was just about to close the distance between us, when he shot upright and glare at the door. I looked at him, confused.

"Edward?"

He ignored me, a low growl vibrating through his chest.

"Is there something wrong?" I gently put my hand on his shoulder, trying to be comforting. "Edward, please answer me."

That seemed to snap him out of his trance and turned his attention back to me. Just then a loud thud came from the other side of the door. I got up to see what it was, but Edward stopped me. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, love."

I looked at him confused. Edward didn't seem angry or worried or even jealous, just annoyed. Why did he stop me from going to see what the noise was if there was no danger?

"Alice, you can't eat human food," he called toward the door, glaring at nothing again. "Whipped cream would kind of be out of the question."

"Edward, shut up and stay out of my wife's head!" Jasper's voice came from the other side of the door. Edward sighed and rolled his eyes.

"What was that noise?" I asked my fiancé.

"Believe me, you don't want to know."

"But–"

"Bella, trust me."

"I do trust you," I told Edward, getting up, stepping around him when he made another attempt at stopping me, and heading toward the door. "I just think I should be allowed to make my own mistakes."

"You are allowed to make your own mistakes – I let you hang out with that dog, don't I?"

I scowled. "That's not what I mean, and you know it." I reached for the brass door knob.

"Bella," Edward warned, "you really don't want to do that."

"Jeez, I just want to know what that noise was." I had my hand on the door knob, but didn't turn it. Yet.

Edward appeared behind me before I could blink. "Isabella, let go, or I'll force you to. You really don't want to open that door."

I gripped the brass harder. He sighed, and wrapped his hand around mine. Another thud sounded on the other side of the wood.

"Edward," I whined.

He just pulled my hand loose and folded my arm across my stomach, keeping our fingers intertwined. I reached my other hand up and grabbed the knob and turned it.

"Bella!" Edward pushed the door shut with his foot, and picked me up, making sure to hold my arms to my chest. "Just drop it, please."

He turned around, and headed for the bed. I tried to wriggle free, but his hold was like an iron chain – strong and unbreakable. I needed him to let me go – wanted so badly to know what that noise was – that I did the only thing I could think to do. "Ow! Edward, you're hurting me!"

He immediately set me on my own two feet. "Bella, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. What's wrong? Do you need Carlisle to have a look at you?"

"I'm fine, Edward. I just wanted me to put me down." His eyes narrowed slightly, playfully. "And you said– holy crow!"

Edward's bedroom door fell into the room with a shirtless Jasper and nearly-shirtless Alice falling on top of it. Clearly, they were oblivious to what had just happened. Edward spun around at the sound, and growled.

"Dammit, you two," he yelled. "Get out of my room!"

Neither Alice nor Jasper responded.

"NOW!"

Finally, Alice pulled her head up from her husband's neck, which she had been kissing second's before, and took in her surrounding. "Oh, crap."

Jasper, feeling his wife's sudden embarrassment –and I'm sure mine and Edward's as well – also looked around. "Oh, um, hey Edward, Bella. What's up?"

Edward just growled in response.

"I, uh, have to go, uh, help Esme clean," Alice stammered, and took off.

"And I promised I'd help Alice help Esme, I think," Jasper told us and bolted after Alice. If either of them could be blushing, I bet they would be redder that I was after that whole bikini fiasco.

I just stood there, my mouth hanging open in shock.

"God, Alice," called Edward after them. "Would you just give it up already?"

"Whipped cream?" I guessed, felling a blush creep over my cheeks.

Edward nodded. "Yes," he said sadly. "What else?"


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