Ok just to clear things up… this is taking place the week after Bella broke her leg. And we are back to BPOV

Seven Weeks after the Honeymoon

"Cullen!"

I turned my head on my pillow to look at Edward. He was shaking his head while pulling his own pillow up over his face.

Alice stormed through the house. Once she reached our bedroom, her hands flew to her hips and her foot tapped a fast rhythmic cadence. She glared at the shape of my husband's body hidden under the blankets of our bed.

"Alice, you should learn to knock. You might come in here one day and find something you're not really expecting to see," he mumbled from under his pillow. I watched the two of them with mild amusement. Whatever painkillers Dr. Michaels had prescribed were apparently working.

She waved her hand as if none of it mattered before walking to his side of the bed and hitting his stomach. "Did I not tell you that I would beat your ass if you hurt Bella? I go away for a week. I come back to find that you pushed her off a curb which resulted in her breaking her leg?"

She hit his stomach again before Edward sat up and grabbed her hands. "Well Bella beat the shit out of me already, so you're too late."

Alice raised an eyebrow at the plaster that was formed around Edward's once perfect nose. The matching set of shiners only added to her amusement..

"You probably deserved it, asshat." Alice ruffled Edward's hair before crawling over him and lying in between the two of us.

The two of them argued like brother and sister. It never changed. It was like a contest to see who could make the other one the most miserable. Alive normally won, but I am pretty sure that's because Edward was scared of her. Hell, I was scared of her, and she was my best friend.

"So Bella," Alice began, leaning her head back on my pillow. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fantastic." My words were slurred by the painkillers, and I was pretty sure I might have been drooling. When I raised my arm to wipe my mouth off, I accidently hit my forehead by mistake.

"And exactly how much morphine have you been giving this girl?" she asked Edward.

Alice grabbed my arm and my wiped the drool off the side of my face. She was such a good friend.

Edward, my loving and dutiful husband looked over the top of Alice's head and laughed at my lack of coordination. I narrowed my eyes at him. He was such an assflap.

"Alice you know she's a lightweight for drugs. I could have given her half of one of those pills and she would be just as loopy." Edward laughed as my hand aimed for his head, but hit Alice by mistake.

She slipped off of our bed and began picking things up from around the room. I could have told her to stop, but Alice liked to clean and I didn't have the energy or coordination to argue with her.

"So I guess you guys aren't going out for New Years," Alice mused as she gently fluffed the pillows under my leg.

"You guessed right." Edward pushed himself out of bed and stretched his arms above his head. I watched as his grey t-shirt rose to the middle of his stomach which gave the most glorious view of his abdomen. I bit my lip as his flannel pajama bottoms gave me most fantastic view of his v-line. Good Lord my husband was hot. I mean, like gloriously hot. I just wanted to rake my fingernails over his stomach while licking my way down his hips…

"Ok gross," Alice said, hitting my arm.

"What? Am I still drooling?" I tried to feel my face but missed again. These fucking drugs were killing my coordination.

"No, but I don't want to hear about you licking Edward's stomach," she said with a sigh.

"What?" I looked at Alice before turning to Edward, who was staring at me with one of his eyebrows cocked and that silly sexy stupid crooked smile on his face.

"I think the drugs have gotten rid of your internal filter baby girl. Edward, stop looking at her like that!"

Well shit. I tried to remember if I had actually spoken that out loud. Either way it wasn't my fault that Edward was so fucking hot. It just made your mind wonder sometimes. There were several times when just watching him in the grocery store, or even at fucking Home Depot where I just wanted to tackle him to the ground and just have at it. Just throw him against the meat cooler and ride that bitch all day long.

"Oh my God Bella you have to stop," Alice said, covering her ears.

Well shit. I'm doing it again.

"No Bella please continue." Edward waved his hand gesturing me to carry on.

"Edward your head is big enough as it is. Any bigger and I will be concerned." Alice shook her head while resting her hand on her hip.

I smiled. Edward's head was indeed big. Just perfect.. And when his hips swivel and it hits that one gloriously magnificent spot…

"BELLA! SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY!" Alice's hand flew over my mouth. "God it's like you're doing this on purpose! And you shouldn't be enjoying this as much as you are Edward."

This could really be a problem if it continued. Edward, of course, sat there looking smug and very please with himself.

"Smugward," I said with a giggle, and Alice snorted while trying to cover up her laughter.

"What?" he asked. The smile fell off his face.

"You heard her. She called you Smugward!" Alice picked my hand up, assisting me in giving her high five.

"Whatever Whitlock, at least you know the small dick jokes aren't viable anymore," Edward said, turning to leave the room.

"She's on drugs. I'm not taking her word on anything Cullen," she called out toward his retreating back.

As he left the room I saw him flip Alice off before shutting the door behind him.

Alice stayed for a few hours, long enough to make dinner for us. It was a relief to not eat fast food or pizza, and I was even more relieved that Edward didn't have to attempt to cook.

The next few days passed in an array of different people coming by to check on us, while Edward did his best to be a nursemaid. I didn't have the heart to tell him he sucked at it, but then again my internal monologue might have been down. He didn't seem mad, so I took that as a good sign. I had to admit, for all the god awfulness that his cooking was, his bathing techniques more than made up for it.

New Year's Eve was sad. We always went out. It had become a tradition, an anniversary of sorts. New Year's Eve was the night that Edward and I had gotten back together after our stupid five month break up.

He had been so cute and nervous, standing on that tiny stage singing his heart out. I could lie and say that it had been some powerfully romantic love song, even a cheesy eighties power ballad. But, knowing I would have hated that shit, he got up there with Ben, Emmett, and Jasper and sang "Build Me Up Buttercup." The three of them had to have practiced for weeks, because their dance moves were flawless.

I had told Alice I didn't want to go out with them that New Year's. It was horrible being the third wheel. But as always, Alice got her way and I ended up going. I had been sitting at that small table, watching everyone dancing and having fun. I was giving Alice twenty more minutes before I was leaving. There was no way I was going to be the sad lonely girl with no one to kiss at midnight.

As I was about to leave, I heard the music stop and someone called my name over the sound system. I peered through the smoke, and before I could even let the embarrassment of having everyone look at me take over my body, my heart started pounding at the fact that Edward was standing on that stage.

I watched in awe as he started singing that stupidly fantastic song. The same song he had sung to me time after time at all of his various karaoke gigs. Looking back, it really was a horrible song to sing to try and win me back. The lyrics basically call "Buttercup" a cocktease who the singer just put up with. But to me, no other song could have meant as much.

As the song came to its end, the entire club was singing along. I laughed once it was over, and Edward jumped off the stage and basically ran at a full out sprint towards me. I had never been as happy or relieved as his arms wrapped around my waist and spun me around. I remember how easy it was to ignore the cheering and clapping around us. It was so easy to just see and feel him. That was probably one of the happiest moments of my life.

"It's time for new beginnings," he had whispered against my ear. as we slowly danced and the seconds ticked down to midnight. I knew he wasn't just being cheesy about the New Year. I knew what he had meant. It was time for a new beginning for us. Ok it was still cheesy. But that was Edward, and I loved it. And I loved him.

So every year since then, New Year's Eve had become night for major celebrations for the two of us. And every year he would lean against my ear and sing that stupid song. And every year I loved it.

To say I was pissed off that I would be spending New Year's Eve in bed with a broken leg was a huge understatement. I seriously considered just seeing if we could get a wheelchair from Carlisle and going out anyway, but Carlisle would give me a stern lecture on staying off of my leg and I just didn't want to deal with that.

So instead of being at some fabulous restaurant or party at 11:45 on New Year's Eve, I was leaning against our headboard and eating cookie dough ice cream. No sexy black dress, just my comfortable pajama pants that now had one leg cut off at the knee so I could wear them with my cast, along with one of Edward's t-shirts.

"Edward, it's almost time. Come in here and kiss me!" I yelled grumpily.

I heard him walking down the hallway, but didn't notice him once he stopped in the doorway. He cleared his throat, and once I looked at him I am pretty sure my mouth fell open.

He was standing in the door way of our bedroom wearing one of the best looking suits I had ever seen him in. My eyes narrowed at his tie. I was pretty sure that it was the one I had worn during our little photo session. His crisp white shirt was a wonderful contrast against his black suit. His hair, always a disarray of curls, looked divine. He had one hand behind his back, but in the other had a bottle of champagne with two flutes.

He slowly walked over to my side of the bed, and from behind his back handed me a cheesy little New Year's Eve crown, complete with feathers and glitter. I laughed as he slid in on my head.

"Mrs. Cullen, I do believe that this being our first New Year's Eve as a married couple, I deserve at least one dance." He poured the champagne in the glasses before turning to look at me.

"And exactly how would you like me to do that?" I laughed while asking.

"I have my ways." He pulled the remote to our iHome out of his pocket and hit play.

I smiled as the familiar music filled our bedroom. Edward Cullen was nothing if not cheesetastic. He was a sentimental fool and I loved him for it.

One of his arms gently snaked under my knees, while the other wrapped around my back under my arms. As he lifted me gently off the bed, he began singing along with the music.

"I need you, more than anyone darling. You know that I have from the start. Build me up Buttercup, don't break my heart."

I giggled as he gently nuzzled my ear. I wrapped my arms around his neck and smiled as he gently swung me around in his arms in time with the music.

"Sing it Bells." Edward laughed as I shook my one good foot in time with the beat.

"Baby! Baby! Try to find a little time and I'll make you mine! I'll be home! I'll be beside the phone waiting for you!!!" I sang as loud as I could.

And there we were. Two of the biggest goofballs ever, but loving every second of it.

"Happy New Years," he said, gently kissing my earlobe as the music came to a stop

I smiled as Edward stopped spinning the two of us around and just looked down at me.

"What?" I asked, as my fingers ran through the back of his hair.

"Second best New Year's Eve."

I nodded in agreement as he looked over my shoulder at the TV.

"Ten seconds." He gently sat me back on the bed and handed me my glass of champagne before sitting beside me.

"I probably shouldn't drink this. The pills are making me loopy enough."

He laughed before straightening my crown. "It's sparkling cider. I didn't want you to try and get up and run around the yard naked."

I playfully hit his shoulder, but he ignored me and started counting.

"Five…"

"Four…"

"Three…" He smiled as he leaned down over me.

"Two…" I giggled as his wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"One," we said together.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as his lips fell upon mine. I sucked his bottom lip in between my own, and smiled as he moaned against my lips.

I ran my hands up his chest as his fingers curled around my hips. I grabbed his tie and began pulling it undone. When his damn cell phone started ringing, I kept a firm grip on his tie and refused to let him go.

"Ignore it," I mumbled against his lips.

His hand reached for the phone on the night stand, and when he showed me it was Emmett I groaned. My fucking cockblocking brother.

"Why isn't he off kissing Rosalie?" I asked, throwing my head back against the pillow.

He flipped his phone open and held it up to his ear. "Hey Em."

I flipped Edward and his phone off as he took my glass with fake champagne from me and set it on the bedside table.

"You did what?" Edward asked excitedly. "Well congratulations man!"

I sat up on my elbows and mouthed for Edward to tell me what was going on. He ignored me, and continued talking as if I wasn't sitting there.

"Yeah I'll tell her. Happy New Year's man! Ok, bye!" He flipped his phone shut and had one of the goofiest smiles I had ever seen on his face.

"What? Did Emmett win the lottery or something?" I asked.

"Emmett asked Rosalie to marry him. She said yes."

I looked from Edward's face down to the phone in his hand. Emmett's getting married?

"Seems like it! She said yes!" Edward rubbed my stomach enthusiastically.

Stupid damn inner monologue not working!

My brother was getting married. To a girl. I mean not to say that Emmett was gay, but I mean Rosalie was a nice girl. She was intelligent and beautiful, and could carry on a normal conversation with people. Holy shit! Emmett was getting married!

"Bella are you ok?" Edward asked slowly.

"Emmett's getting married," I said, staring at him.

He nodded slowly while his hand went to my forehead to see if I had a fever.

"Emmett's going to be a father." I kept staring at him.

Edward laughed but nodded his head. "If they eventually decide to have children, then yes."

I shook my head. I was confused as hell. This was Emmett. He always said he wouldn't ever get married. I mean I was excited. Thrilled actually, but shocked.

I shook my head when Edward's phone started ringing again. This time it was that fucking annoying ass ring he had for Esme.

"Happy New Year's mom." He sighed and shrugged out of the suit jacket he had on.

He stopped halfway through the act and stared at me. "Umm," he began. "I don't really know I would have to talk to Bella."

I shook my head, wondering what the hell Esme could be wanting now. If it was another lunch date she could kiss my ass. That shit wasn't happening anytime soon.

"No, let me talk to her and I'll call you back."

I could hear Esme's shrill voice as Edward closed his eyes and shook his head. "Hold on." He pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at me. He was nervous, and that wasn't a good sign.

"My mother wants to come down at help take care of you when I go back to work on Monday."

IS SHE FUCKING INSANE?

Edward reached with one hand to cover my mouth while the other held the phone against his leg, hoping to block out my yelling. I fell back against the bed, covering my face with a pillow. STUPID MOTHER-FUCKING FAULTY JACKED UP NON-EXISTANT INNER MONOLOUGE!!!

A/N- AHAHAHAH You've got to love being drugged up and not knowing what you're saying. Esme is pretty forgiving. She should be cool with it. Right?

So… I hope I have more than made up for my extended absence. Three chapters in three days… YAY ME!! Actually, more is to come because I will be without internet for a week or two while my cable company replaces some lines. STUPID CABLE COMPANY!! So if you review and I don't respond please don't get mad. I will as soon as I have internet back.

As always… Di… do I even have to say it??? I mean really… you should know how much I love you by now. SAY IT!! SAY IT OUT LOUD!!! haha

Beezy… thanks for the YouTube video today.

Julsey baby this is for you!! I hope it makes your shitty week better.

I won't mention names, but I have heard that some of you have admitted to singing along with Emmett during his rick rolling karaoke. I think that is made of so much awesome. You have no idea!!

If you need a song for this chapter, then you need help. The song choice should be obvious.

Enjoy guys, and have a fantastic weekend!!!