A/N Hi everyone! Here is the next chapter. I hope you enjoy and please review!

BPOV

After breakfast Susan, Beth, and Karen wanted a tour of the hotel to see what had changed, including our studio and then a trip to the Spa. They had offered for me to go along, but I knew that the guys should spend some time with their mothers without us getting in the way or having to worry about what we were doing.

"Where is everyone?" Alice asked as she entered the guy's cabin.

I was sitting on their leather couch, fanning myself with my worn out copy of The Last Song. "I don't care." I grumbled, not having the energy to answer her fully.

"Okay..." Alice trailed off, obviously wondering what the hell was up with me. "What is it, Sweetie?" She asked as she took a seat next to me.

"Do you really have to ask? I can't even read in this blistering heat!" I exclaimed. I could always read, always! The morning had started nice and sunny, but as the day went on, it had only got hotter and hotter and I couldn't take it anymore.

Alice on the other hand, was a total freak in my eyes, because she absolutely loved the heat. Alice just laughed. "Come on, we can go to ours and bring the fan over here." She grabbed my hand and pulled me off the couch.

I yelped and jumped up, staring down at my now red thigh. "It's like ripping off a Band-Aid! You could have warned me!"

"Are you going to tell me where everyone is?" Alice asked as she pulled me to the kitchen door and walked over to theirs.

"They said something about taking their moms to the Spa. I think they're staying there and waiting for them. I tuned them out after a couple of minutes." We entered our cabin and made our way up the stairs.

"Why, for the love of all that's holy, are there so many stairs in this place?" I grumbled. We froze at the top of the stairs, when we heard giggling coming from Rosalie's bedroom. We looked at each other questioningly.

"Rose told me she was heading into town." Alice whispered to me.

We listened outside her bedroom door, hoping to hear who she was in there with.

"Emmett, stop! That tickles!" We heard Rosalie squeal.

"Emmett!" We mouthed to each other in shock.

We had to cover our mouths to smother the laughter when we heard Emmett growl, "Come here to sexy Mr. Tickles."

"Oh, sexy Mr. Tickles, you're going to make me blush!" Alice shouted through her giggles.

Everything went quiet in Rosalie's bedroom and we could hear Rosalie hissing something to Emmett that we couldn't make out. The lovely blond opened her bedroom door, attempting to look innocent. She might have pulled it off too, if it weren't for her flushed cheeks, tousled hair and swollen lips. Oh, plus her tank top was on inside out.

"Hey guys, did you say something?" She asked casually.

I could see Emmett hiding under Rosalie's bed and from Alice's raised eyebrow, so could she. We both smirked at Rosalie, letting her know she wasn't fooling anyone.

"Come on out, Mr. Tickles. We know you're under the bed." I called out.

Emmett walked over to Rosalie and wrapped his muscular arms around her, in no way embarrassed. He was shirtless and his usually, perfectly styled hair was ruffled. He kissed Rosalie's temple and winked at Alice and I. "Ladies." He greeted with a charming grin that would make any girls heart melt. That was something to worry about seeing as, for now anyway, Rosalie was the girl he was aiming it at.

"Scram, Mr. Tickles. We need to talk about you with little Miss Rosie, over here." I ordered with a laugh.
Emmett simply shrugged his broad, tanned shoulders, kissed Rosalie's cheek and headed towards the stairs.

"Oh! Would you do something about the heat at your place? It's a thousand degrees in there!" I complained.

"It looks like it's a thousand degrees in Rosalie's room, too." Alice snickered, ignoring the icy glare that Rosalie gave her.

Emmett grinned and saluted, before heading off down the stairs. We waited for his usual slam of the door before dragging Rosalie into Alice's room - because we didn't want anything to do with Rosalie's bed right now - before we started our interrogation.

"Before anything else, I just have to know. Why the hell did he hide under your bed when he could have hidden in the bathroom?" Alice asked, confused as to why he hid in such a terrible and clichéd hiding place.

Rosalie's blue eyes suddenly had a devilish glint to them as she grinned. "I guess his mind was elsewhere."

"Like his crotch?" Alice blurted out. We broke out into giggles on Alice's bed…the heat forgotten for the moment.

It was obvious to me that Rosalie thought Emmett's lack of common sense was thanks to her womanly whiles.

"So, are you going to explain why your top's inside out?" I asked innocently.

"We also want to know if Mr. Tickles lived up to the hype." Alice asked wickedly.

"Oh, he lives up to it. BELIEVE me." She grinned.

"How did all this happen?" I asked. I knew that they were attracted to each other, but that seemed to be happening with all of us. But, I had no idea they were so close to getting together. Well, I hoped they were together. Emmett was a big guy and it would take a lot of energy to beat him to a bloody pulp for hurting her.

Rosalie crossed her legs, getting comfortable and we followed her lead. "Well, it was last night and we were just talking and laughing. We decided that we were both adults and one of us sleeping on the floor was silly. We were laughing and joking, then suddenly, the room got all quiet and tense and he leaned in and kissed me." She told us, her eyes slightly dazed as she remembered the night before. "You'd think he would be rough and urgent, but he wasn't. He was gentle and intense. I pulled away after a while. I told him that I didn't think it was a good idea. Pretending for his mother was one thing, but this was another altogether. Then he placed his hands on either side of my face and told me that he had been dreaming of kissing me, being able to touch me since he had seen me in the Gym. That if he had to stay celibate to prove that he was serious, he would. That he wanted me. There was just something is his eyes. I remember looking into them and thinking 'Go for it.' And so I did. We spent the rest of the night making love, afterwards he held me in his arms all until morning. I have never felt so wanted and cherished. Most men only want the body or the face, but he wants ME." Her voice was soft as she replayed the previous night.

Both Alice and I had tears in our eyes. It sounded so perfect, so romantic. It was Alice who asked the question on my mind.

"What if he treats you like all the others?" She asked gently, not wanting to hurt her feelings.

Rosalie laughed without humor. "I kind of expected him to have left by the time I woke up. Instead, he was there, watching me sleep. He just looked so different. We always see him as the abrupt, rude one. But, he looked so tender; it was like seeing someone else. He must have guessed what I was thinking and because he just smiled and said, 'I'm not going anywhere'. I know this could turn out like the others, but I want him. More than I've ever wanted anyone." She admitted.

We gathered her into our arms, the three of us embracing on Alice's white and pink Polka Dot, king size bed. We were so happy for her. Yes, we were worried, but if it did end badly, we would be there to help pick up the pieces. Rosalie knew we would.

"Besides, if he does hurt you, we'll beat the shit out of him." Alice laughed, though we knew she was deadly serious.

Again, Rosalie knew we would.

Ten minutes later, we were still on Alice's bed, the windows wide open, not touching as I ordered.

"What about you and a certain southern gentlemen that looks as if the sun rises and sets with you?" Rosalie teased, rolling her head to the side to look at Alice, who just scowled at the ceiling.

"What's there to know? He turned out to be a Musketeer. He tells girls that they're special just to get them in the sack! The next day it's like they never existed, oh yeah, I'm in love." She ended sarcastically, but we knew her well enough to know that she really liked Jasper. That she was hurt and angry.

"I don't think you should write him off just yet," I advised, not wanting to share something that was obviously very private about Jasper, but also not wanting Alice to give up. I was coming to believe that when it came to Jasper it had been a broken heart and a fear of getting close to anyone that had turned him into a Casanova.

Alice sighed. "I wanted to believe he could be the one. It had all seemed so perfect. Our eyes meeting across the room, losing each other, only to realize, hey, we lived next door to each other. It was like a love story. But in no way did I picture Jasper with different every night," She cringed at the thought, disgust lacing her tone.

"So, what are you going to do?" Rosalie asked. "You have to have seen how he looks at you. You have to decide whether you can get past this or tell him he doesn't stand a chance in hell."

"I know," Alice sighed and losing herself in her own thoughts.

That night we all went out for a meal in town. All night long we were laughing and chattering away about the guys and listening to the more embarrassing stories of when they were younger. It was a fun night and it made me start to see the guys in a different light. They weren't just the asshole's who slept with a ton of girls from next door anymore. They were actually our friends now. I honestly hadn't expected that, but I liked it.

It was Sunday morning and I came downstairs to find all three mothers sitting at our kitchen table smiling at me. I had the strange desire to run screaming out of the room.

"Good morning," I greeted them, trying to get the relaxed atmosphere back.

"Yes, it is," Karen answered. "We're just about to leave actually. The boys are just loading the car."
"Alice and Rosalie are 'helping' them," Beth laughed.

"Why didn't you wake me?" I demanded, sad that they were going to leave. While the past two days had been stressful, it had also been really fun, and I liked all of them.

"We would have said goodbye, Honey," Susan assured me.

"But, we did want to talk to you about something," Karen added.

I tensed. "What?"

"We congratulate you," Karen smirked.

"Huh?"

"Did you really think that we believed all this bullshit?" Beth chuckled.

"They have pulled a stunt like this before. We know." Karen smiled.

"Why didn't you say something?" I burst out. Great, so all of this hard work was for nothing.

"We liked you," Susan shrugged. "And we like who are sons are around you."

Well, what did I say to that?

"We know all about their womanizing ways. The last time we came they had some girls, Jessica, Lauren and Maria," Karen shuddered. "They were awful… all over the boys and extremely annoying. I have to admit, it was the first time that I couldn't wait to go home just so I could get away from her."

I smiled as Beth and Susan nodded in agreement.

"But when we came this time, it was just so different. They were different. And I'm guessing you girls are the reasons why." Beth continued softly, her eyes shining.

"So we've been stressing all this time for no reason?" I demanded. They just laughed at me.

"But, I know my son and I know something happened with Rosalie," Karen added.

I just grinned. "Yes, something happened. It's a good thing. I'm starting to believe that maybe they're not the men we thought they were."

"Well, they didn't give off a very good impression, I'm guessing," Karen suggested.

I just nodded, not going into details. We heard a car honk outside.

"Well, that's us." Karen smiled and we made our way to the door.

"Honey, do me a favor and get Jasper to talk to Alice. I wouldn't want them to finally admit they have feelings for each other in the nursing home." Susan teased.

"I'll see what I can do." I chuckled.

Outside, we all hugged and said our goodbyes.

"We'll see you soon." Beth said, pulling me into her arms and then whispered. "Give him a chance, honey. He has a bigger heart than you know."

When I pulled back, shocked, she just smiled knowingly and got into the car.

"Well," Emmett grinned, wrapping his arm around Rosalie, "that went well."

I smiled to myself as we made our way into our cabin. I'd tell them one day.