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-Viva
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I'm at 32 weeks.
Carlisle tells me over tea and scones (which I nibble, and Jacob devours) that the baby has fingernails and is starting to grow hair.
I won't lie; it makes me tear up, especially when Carlisle's honeyed eyes take on that soft sheen as he palms my belly, feeling the flutter that is baby-kicks. Jacob hands me a tissue, pointedly avoiding Jasper, who sits next to me with a small smile on his face.
I get a phone call from Emmett later that evening, he's whispering, which makes me laugh because I know Rose can hear him anyway, though he thinks he's the master of all sleuthing tactics.
"Hey, baby bro, how's it goin?"
"Why are you calling me, Emmett?" At the sound of his name, Jacob growls, taking a position I like to call 'protective papa' at my right hand in the kitchen. I know this is the stance he'd use if our daughter was on the phone with a very nervous young man.
"Oh, kid…" He sighs. "Y'know that I-I'm- good lord… " The prickle in the back of my throat is a telltale sign of tears about to make their appearance.
"Eddie? Damn it! I mean, darn… I miss you, ginger king." I know this was hard for him to say, which makes it so much better that he did. Jake watches me stifle sobs for a few more seconds, then wrenches the phone from my grip.
"Emmett? If you're gonna come back, come the fuck back. Don't call him and get his hopes up, because if you let him down… I swear to god I will kill you. " There is a slight pause and the buzz of animated response.
"Fine. But leave Queen Bitch at home, or wherever the hell you guys are. The 'long-suffering for the pregnant spouse' excuse is wearing then; I'd like to remain as sane as possible." Jake puts the phone on the hook, running his long-fingered hands through newly shorn inky hair.
"Your brother is coming up here for a few days."
"Oh really?" I roll my eyes. "I couldn't figure that out when you told him not to bring Rose."
"Well excuse me, Sir Knows-a-Lot, but I was assuming that someone couldn't hear over the sound of their tearful sniffles!" His mocking tone is playful, no doubt trying to neutralize my now-erratic moods.
"When's he coming? I don't feel like cleaning the whole damn house. Maybe he should meet us at the old house..." The look of shock on Jake's face is priceless, never once have I sounded so upset about cleaning. Confusion looks good on him, his full lips slightly parted, brow furrowed, eyelashes dark against his bronze skin.
"He said in about two days. So, after translating that from 'cryptic time-span' and factoring in Emmett's addled excuse for a brain, I'd say he'll be here in a week." He chuckles as I swat his arm before waddling to the couch.
"You're so rude to my siblings."
It's true, he thinks Alice is a hyperactive shopping-addict, Rose is a chronically bitchy prima donna (not far from the truth), Emmett's an absent-minded muscle head and that's Jasper's…
Well I'm not so sure. I know he thinks Jasper's attractive—he nearly fucked his brains out- but you can hardly be in love with a vampire without finding other vampires not to be totally repulsive. Right?
"What do you think of Jasper?" I shake his shoulder, amused by his shocked gasp as he wakes from his 'powernap'.
"Uh… your brother?" I nod. "He's… pretty. Not as pretty as you though. Very witty. Good guy."
And that is exactly how he speaks, short clipped phrases, rubbing his eyes then groaning as I pull on his wrist, dragging him up the stairs so we can go to sleep for real, his chest against my back, a pillow between my knees as the small of my back swells uncomfortably.
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It's raining.
It's rained all week, and the weather channel predicts another week of this blasted cloud-piss.
Rain makes me grouchy.
It's been eight days since Emmett called and while I keep telling Jake to have more hope, I can't help formulating possible scenarios that would prevent my big brother to come visit me. The more prominent ones are: Rosalie found out he called, then ripped h is head off (likely), Emmett got lost, and wandered onto La Push territory, once again his head is ripped off (equally likely), or Emmett had a wicked layover, and would be on his way right now—
The doorbell rings.
My heart thrums with anticipation as I make my way to the door, wishing I had bothered to put on more than a pair of flannel pajama pants and Jasper's 'This Is It' sweatshirt. He bought so much Michael Jackson merchandise after his death, I was worried we'd have to turn him in to Hoarders.
Undoing the locks has never taken so long, but flinging open the door to see that familiar round face, the little-boy dimples in his cheeks, his mahogany hair that is forever getting in his eyes… it's worth it. I warp my arms around his torso, leaning into his usual embrace. He pats the tops of my head and chuckles, saying the unnecessary, "I'm here."
While Emmett gets settled in the guest room, I call Jake and tell him he's here. He attempts to grumble, but I can tell he's smiling. I think he missed Emmett too, he claims there are no legitimate competitors when he wants to have obstacle courses, no one adventurous enough during truth or dare (though Carlisle handles his striptease quite well). I call Jasper next, convincing him to come over, and bring me some pizza, so we can have some bonding time amongst brothers.
"Ginger King!" Emmet jumps down the stairs, I wince at the splintering noise I expect, then catch my breath when he lands remarkably on his feet, leaving my floorboards intact.
"So what're we doin' today, baby boy?" I scowl at him; I think he's stolen my belt, as well as the tie that is haphazardly around his neck.
I tell him Jazz is coming, he cheers, complains that I don't have any decent movies, then nearly breaks the coffee table, tripping in the middle of his 'Dance of Victory and Awesomeness' at having stolen the prize out of my last bag of Cracker Jacks.
"Em, have you eaten?"
He glances up at me in the midst of his apologies, his eyes the color of the caramel frosting I'm fond of, especially when Jacob lets me lick the bowl after he spread it between dense layers of vanilla cake. I try to convince him to let me eat it off of him, so he spreads it on his tantalizing neck, his pulse thrumming under my tongue, the taste of caramel and rainsuntreefuck heavy in my mouth-
Not a minute too soon, Jasper knocks on the door, saving me from having to explain to my brother, and myself, why gazing into his eyes has resulted in a tent in my flannels. Emmett bounds to the door.
"Hey there, Princess!" Jasper lowers his eyes demurely, like he always does after Emmett's strange term of endearment, his lashes dark against his cheekbones.
"Hi, Emmett," he murmurs, going to the kitchen to plate my delicious pizza (Canadian bacon with mushroom, green peppers, black olives and extra cheese) to escape the once-constant source of his embarrassment.
It's pretty funny, how they dance around each other, Jasper not engaging in Emmett's attempts for light-hearted banter, trying to make his posture say no, don't touch me, yet still leaning into his every touch, especially when he thinks I can't see them. Emmett runs his thick fingers through those golden curls, and Jasper whimpers, leaning into calloused hands before I make my entrance loud, laden with popcorn and ice-cold Coke.
I vote we watch old movies, Emmett complains, Jasper indulges me, and we all watch Grapes of Wrath. As the credits roll, Emmett declares we are 'finally gonna watch some real entertainment' so Jasper and I pretend we don't like Ocean's Eleven. Or Ocean's Twelve. Or Ocean's Thirteen. Sometime in there, Jacob comes home, kisses my forehead, shakes Jasper's hand and glares at Emmett, before apologizing. Apparently The Swan residence is flooding, and Charlie needs some help moving things from the basement. It starts to thunderstorm again.
Later, when I'm full and half-asleep, I hear them murmuring to each other over my head. It's muffled slightly by the continual woosh of air through Jasper's lungs, but he doesn't move my head from his cold chest, his voice beneath my ear.
"Don't go away like that, Em."
"Why not, blondie? You miss me?" Emmett sounds caught between joking and a shyness I've never heard.
Jasper sighs, and it's a broken sound. Suddenly, as if I'm just now aware of it, I realize that while Carlisle and Esme love all of us equally, if we were an actual family, and actual normal family, Jasper wouldn't be related to Emmett and I. what they clearly have wouldn't be incest. He married into us, through Alice. Sweet, lovable Alice, who knows that Jasper cares for her, yet can't love her, but has convinced herself that if she buys him enough pairs of custom-fitted leather trousers, his amusement and confusion will bloom into the love that is being professed over my half-awake body.
"Every day," Jasper whispers, a flurry of movement and I know he's moved me, my head resting on the arm of the couch as they gravitate towards each other. My ears are still good, and I'm wondering how I didn't know all this time, that they drive each other crazy. There are quiet gasps, they're Emmett's, but the muffled yelp is Jasper's, it carries with it waves of lust that have me achingly hard.
"Missed you so much," and I don't know who said it, it's lost in the sound of lips and tongues and a heartbreaking reunion because they only have these precious days, only until Rose figures out where her 'husband' is and drags him by the hair back to her, away from Jasper. I'm unbelievably sad for them, but the fact is, they couldn't care less, with the soft groans and the sound of fabric tearing.
"Touch me." The restlessness in the air is so thick, the imagery in my head is murky, so I peer at them through my eyelashes, biting the inside of my cheeks against a gasp.
Jasper's legs are long.
So fucking long.
They're folded on either side of Emmett's hips, his jeans open, cock pale and gleaming at the tip that peeks out from beneath wide hands and thick fingers. Jasper clenches his hands in Emmett's hair, a gasp from those swollen lips that is inhaled like oxygen, Emmet growls up at his, pressing feverish kisses to his neck, sinking his teeth into soft flesh, until Jasper's gasps turn into one continuous moan, his head thrown back, hair golden like I know his eyes are, trying in vain to buck against the man beneath him, but his hips are trapped by strong fingers. I can only catch glimpses, the light is fading and flashes of lightning can only illuminate so much.
A hand clamps across that sinful mouth, and Emmet bites down hard, I can almost hear Jasper's sweet flesh tear, but he strains further, tendons delicious in his long neck. Emmett releases his neck and instantly, Jasper breaks, holding their foreheads together is he jerks, ropes of white no doubt all over both of them.
I fall back asleep to the sound of their odd endearments.
"Shit, Powder Puff, have you not gotten off since I left?" Emmett presses his lips to Jasper's forehead.
"Oh shut up, you wish, you Homewrecker." Jasper swats uselessly at thick, muscled arms, which only wrap around him tighter. Lightning flashes.
"Sugar Lump, when we met, you didn't have a home to wreck anyway." Jasper pouts now, wriggling until Em lets him go, he pull up his pants and zips them.
"Don't call me Sugar Lump. It's stupid." Emmet drags him back to his chest.
"Sugar Lump is not stupid!" Jasper nuzzles his neck, murmuring again.
"It sounds like you're about to bake." Lighting flashes again, showing Emmett's contended smile.
"Oh yes… Jazzy, I'm gonna bake you into a cookie so I can eat you up." Emmett grins, then pulss Jasper up to look at him. They stare at each other for a long moment, not moving, not breathing.
"You know, I would let you." Jasper whispers. Emmett nods, traces quivering lips. First with his finger, then his tongue. It's slow and measured, with a bitter sense of almost-finality.
"I know, Golden Boy, I know."
I think these words replace t he more important three, but I'm not sure. It never does well to assume about Emmett.
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I wake up in our bed, Jasper smoothing hair from my face.
"Good morning, sunshine."
I smile blearily, intending to ask about Jacob because the sun is up and I can't remember having seen him.
"Your Big Ole Ugly is on his way home, Charlie and he worked all night." I nod.
"Emmett's downstairs, so I should go make sure he doesn't burn down the house. He wanted to make you some breakfast." I laugh a bit, and bite back my response of 'are you sure? I thought he just wanted your ass as a sugar-laden confection.
Jacob comes home, smelling like mud and thunder.
"I hope your brothers aren't going at it in my kitchen."
"What do you mean?" I feign innocence.
"They're all over each other down t here, grabbing asses and stealing kisses when they think I'm not looking." He sighs.
"It's a surprise they haven't been caught."
I just sit in awe of the man who captured my heart, promising to never call him unobservant again.
"I missed you."
"I know, my ginger boy, I know."