*I don't own these characters

Meeting the Parents

BPOV

I woke up on my back with Edward sprawled over me; his head was buried in my neck, his arm locked over my waist, and his leg draped over both of mine. Even in our sleep, our bodies knew we needed to be touching. Edward's warm, rhythmic breath on my neck sent tingles straight to my soul. I lightly trailed my fingers along his straight jaw, down his neck, and along his strong shoulder. There wasn't anything on the inside or outside of him that wasn't beautiful.

I started thinking about Alice the day before and how she just accepted me, no questions asked. She was so forthright and secure in herself, it was evident by how she was immediately comfortable and outgoing. It made me wonder if being brought up in the happy Cullen household had been a major factor in producing these two perfect siblings in Alice and Edward.

Did Alice's strength come from a lifetime of nurturing from her mother? And if so, what did that say about me?

I knew there was a part of me that was broken, never having received a mother's love.

But, was it fixable? Would being a part of Edward's life, and his family's by extension, fill up a hole in my heart that had made me feel like I was never a complete person? Or, was it too late? What would happen one day if I did have children with Edward? How could I ever know how to be a mother when I was never shown?

My hand had continued its circular path, lightly caressing Edward's back as I lay there deep in contemplation.

"What are you thinking about, baby girl?" His sleepy voice broke me out of my deep thoughts.

"Meeting your parents today. I'm looking forward to it." I wanted to see firsthand the heroes in Edward's life. He smiled against my neck.

"I'm looking forward to it, too. As are my parents. My mom has left me about twenty voicemails, dying to know every detail about you. Just promise me one thing." I waited for him to continue. "Don't fall for my dad when he does his innocent flirting scam. He tries to pretend he doesn't know what he is doing, but I'm onto his act," he said, laughing. I smiled and ran my hand through his hair. He hummed in content.

"So, I take it your talk with Emmett went alright?" I asked, changing the subject. He cleared his throat.

"Yeah, it was actually better than I thought it would be. He was pretty cool once we got past the initial glaring and threats of bodily harm." He chuckled.

"You guys were out there for quite awhile," I prodded, wanting more information.

"Well, he had to make sure I wasn't a crazy lunatic and I had to make sure he knew I loved you." I had a distinct feeling he was not telling me something. He rose up on his elbows so his face was hovering over mine. His eyes looked fierce, loving, and even a little scared as he kept looking down at me. "I do love you, Bella. I would do anything for you. I will be anything for you. I will protect you." His voice broke slightly.

What was he so emotional about?

I didn't understand what he was trying to convey to me. But I didn't really have much time to think about it. He started kissing me frantically as if it was the last time he would see me.

"Edward, what's wrong?" I gasped out when he released my lips to take a breath.

"I need you, Bella. Do you need me?" His voice sounded desperate and pleading.

His fingers made their way to stroke me down below. I was worried what his behavior meant, but got caught up in the sensation of his hands and mouth on me. It felt so good. I moaned as my body took control over my questioning mind.

"Yes, Edward. I need you. I'm yours."

His lips moved back to my neck and I moaned again. He moved his lower body to settle between my legs.

"Mine," he growled, pushing himself inside me hard. He thrusted in a frenetic rhythm, holding me tight to him, with his arms gripped under my shoulders. The connection was so powerful; it was as if he wanted to forge an unbreakable bond between our bodies, our souls. The intensity of our union and the desire coursing between us made me explode. He released into me before my orgasm had even ended. We held each other, shaking, for several minutes, neither of us able to form any words.

"I'm sorry, Bella," he said, quietly breaking the silence.

What was he sorry about?

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Hurt me? No. That was unbelievable.

"No, Edward. I'm not hurt. That was incredible." I still wanted to know what was going on. "What was that all about, sweetheart?" I asked with gentleness, rubbing his back again.

"I just…I just needed to feel you. Be close to you," he said, still not looking up. I didn't know what was wrong, but I wasn't going to push him right then. I decided to let it go and ask him later. We continued holding each other with the morning light streaming in, until I had to get up and use the bathroom.

"I'm going to take a quick shower, then go down and whip you up some breakfast while you get ready. OK?" I asked.

"That would be perfect, baby." He kissed my neck lightly a few more times before releasing me from his grip. I looked down on him, watching my beautiful man on the bed, his eyes a little sad, staring up at me. I leaned down to kiss him and stroke his cheek before I made my way to the bathroom.

Was it something that Emmett had said to him?

It confused me because it seemed like the conversation had gone well between them. I couldn't think of anything I had said or done the day before which would provoke that kind of reaction. Possibilities whirled through my head as I showered and dressed for the day. I finally determined if it was important enough, Edward would tell me eventually. We needed to be honest with each other.

I wanted to make him something nice for breakfast because it hurt me when he wasn't happy. I prepared Belgian waffles with fresh blueberries and strawberries. I brought out carafes of orange juice and coffee and set up everything on the small kitchen table. There was no need for the formality of the dining room table at breakfast times. When I finished setting the table, I saw my beautiful man walking in, freshly showered and wearing his familiar smile.

I love his smile.

He seemed to be doing better, so I went with it. He had to return to work the next day and I didn't want to waste a second of our time together nagging him.

Following breakfast, he took me out to Lake Michigan, just to show me his boat and look around. He said we would go sailing another day. I didn't know much about boats, but his seemed large in comparison to the others docked there. It had two bedrooms, an entertainment room, and a kitchen all below decks. I bet Edward would look sexy as hell rigging up the sails, his hair blowing in the breeze.

Yummy.

Then we strolled on the beach, each of us taking off our shoes to walk in the sand. We walked and talked, holding hands, for what seemed like miles. By the time we got back to the car, it was time to leave for his parent's house.

My stomach twisted in nervous anticipation as we drove by the sprawling suburban estates. I knew Edward's family had money, but some of those houses…wow. We pulled up to a gate where Edward had to type in a passcode for it to open. I fidgeted in my seat, squeezing his hand while we neared their house.

Actually, it couldn't be described as a house. It was a mansion. It was huge. I bit my lip and my gaze lowered, realizing I was way out of my league. It was no wonder Edward never worried about money. My heart sank thinking how I could not possibly be enough for him.

What was he thinking being with me?

I was working class, he was royalty. I could barely breathe as I sat there berating myself for loving him so much.

"Bella?" he asked, stopping the car. I couldn't look at him. "Bella baby, what's going through your head right now?" I couldn't answer him. I heard his car door open and shut before he opened my door, turning my legs so I was sitting facing him with my feet on the driveway. He knelt down on the driveway between them, and pulled me close. His hands went to the sides of my face, forcing me to face him. He leaned in and gently kissed my forehead, my temples, my eyelids, my cheeks, my nose, and finally my mouth.

"Beautiful, please tell me what's wrong," he pleaded with me. I opened my eyes to see his fully of worry.

"I'm sorry, Edward. I can't help it. I just feel inferior. I knew your family had money, I mean you told me that our first night together. But, I never really understood it until I saw this place. You always act so normal and the apartment isn't over the top or anything. But, this is…wow. I just…I just don't understand what you are doing with me."

"You don't understand…" he repeated and stopped as if in disbelief. He shook his head and grabbed my hands, weaving our fingers together. The familiar spark always present from his touch tingled in my hands. "Do you feel that?" he asked and I nodded.

He leaned forward and kissed me, sending a jolt throughout my body. "Do you feel that?" he asked again and I nodded. His arms embraced me tightly, pressing our bodies together. When he sucked on my neck, I moaned and the energy charged between us. "Do you feel that?" he whispered into my ear.

"Yes, Edward." He pulled back until we were looking into each other's eyes again.

"That's why. That's why we are together, you silly girl. You are my soulmate. I feel exactly what you feel." He gestured toward the house. "All this, it means nothing if I can't have you." He lifted my chin with his fingers, leaning in so close I could feel his breath on my face. "You are my everything." He kissed me hard and I knew what he was saying was the truth.

Why are you so stupid, Bella?

"I'm sorry, Edward. I know this. I really do. I guess I just freaked a little when I saw the house. I love you and I'm sorry about that," I mumbled to him.

"No reason to be sorry, love. I only want you to realize that I mean it when I say you're the most important thing in my life and always will be. If I have to say that everyday forever, then so be it." He smiled at me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. I didn't have the words to tell him how much he meant to me, so I had to show him. We started making out like teenagers, before he pulled back a little, breathing hard.

"Baby, if we don't stop right now, I'm going to bend you over the hood of this car and have my way with you. While that is very tempting, my parents might not want to see that show." He chuckled.

Parents? Huh? Where are we again?

The only thing my mind computed from his sentence was something about being bent over the hood of the car.

Yes, must try that. ASAP.

My mind struggled to clear itself from that hot kissing session. Edward had a talent for causing temporary amnesia. Eventually, he stood and tugged on my arm.

"Come on. I'm sure my parents are pacing a groove in the floor waiting to meet you." He paused and placed me hand on the bulge in his jeans. I bit my lip and looked up at his face. "You will need to stand in front of me until this problem you caused goes away, my darling Bella," he whispered in my ear. I'm pretty sure I blushed because he ran his fingers over my cheek murmuring, "Beautiful."

I checked my reflection in the car window and tried to smooth down my hair. One more deep breath and small prayer later, we walked hand-in-hand to the front door.

Edward opened the door and led me into the foyer, calling out in greeting. We walked into a living room area, with comfortable looking white couches. I looked around at the artwork and decorative items placed on the walls and tables and shelves, and I realized I didn't feel overwhelmed anymore. The house may have been grand, but it still felt like a home.

I walked over to a mantle holding several pictures in frames, seeing a much younger Edward in several of the photos. I smiled looking at the familiar grin, eyes, and hair present on a boy who appeared to still be growing into his body. It was heartwarming seeing him and Alice hugging in several photos, at Christmas, on a vacation, in the backyard. Edward neared, the energy between us raising the hair on the back of my neck.

"Bella, I'd like you to meet my father, Carlisle." I turned around and had to hold back a gasp. If Edward was the most beautiful man in the world, then I knew where his looks came from. Carlisle had blond hair to Edward's bronze, but I saw the same cheekbones, brow and lips. His bright blue eyes sparkled. He was tall and well-built, very similar in stature to Edward. But, overall, he had a grace about him that captivated you.

"It's nice to meet you sir, I mean Mr. Cullen...actually, I mean Dr. Cullen," I stammered out, looking down in humiliation and likely the shade of a tomato. A familiar chuckle came from Dr. Cullen and I looked up to see the same crooked grin I so loved on my Edward.

I can see the damn acorn doesn't fall far from the tree.

"Please call me Carlisle, Bella," he said as he winked at me. I kept opening my mouth to say something, but nothing would come out. I was sure I was going to die of embarrassment.

"Alright, enough of that now," a musical voice called out. My embarrassment was forgotten when Edward's mother came into view. If Carlisle captivated you, then Mrs. Cullen enchanted you. Her eyes were bright green emeralds like her children. She stood slightly shorter than me, but flowed with poise and charm over the floor to greet me. Her auburn hair was styled to her shoulders and she was dressed casually, in simple elegance.

I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her movement was quick, but subtle; before I knew it, she had wrapped her arms around me hugging tightly.

"It's so wonderful to meet you, Bella." The scent of cookies, sunshine, and mom, or what I would imagine a mom to smell like, washed over me. I felt myself leaning into her, unable to release my own grip, which I hadn't been aware I'd done. In fact, I was probably crushing her; I couldn't seem to control my body. It felt so right to be comforted in her arms. I had to concentrate to hold back a sob I felt emerging just from the feeling of home her presence instilled in me. "Please call me Esme, or mom, whatever you prefer." Tears did come to my eyes when she said 'mom'.

"Thank you," I whispered, not sure exactly what I was thanking her for.

Was it thanks for welcoming me to their home? Or, for raising the perfection that is Edward? Maybe, it was thanks for giving more of a feeling of having a mom around than I have had in my entire life?

It could have been just for the suggestion of calling her mom, something I had never been able to do before to anyone. We finally released our grasp from each other and she looked at my eyes, probably noticing my tears.

"Alright, you boys go check out the grill. Bella is going to come help me in the kitchen for a minute," se ordered her troops as she pulled on my hand to follow her. I looked back quickly to see Edward and Carlisle smiling at us.

Now I was embarrassed again. Edward must think I'm an emotional train wreck.

Get it together, Bella. These are nice people, quit slobbering on them.

When we entered the kitchen, she smiled brightly at me before talking. "Would you mind helping me with the salad, Bella?" I knew she was giving me a task to ease the embarrassment I was feeling. I nodded to her and she pointed at the sink. "Why don't you go ahead and wash your hands, sweetheart, and I will grab the vegetables." I took the opportunity to splash some water on my face and compose myself, feeling much better.

"Esme, I'm sorry for falling apart a little bit back there. It's kind of hard to even describe what I was feeling," I told her while slicing the vegetables she had laid out for me.

"Sure honey, and I apologize for the 'calling me mom' suggestion. I shouldn't have done that yet. I just felt a connection to you already from everything Edward has told me and wanted you to know that I thought of you as a daughter." She sounded contrite.

"Please don't apologize. I'm sure Edward has told you some of my past. I've never really had a mother so it seems so foreign to me to call anyone mom. But, I was more emotional because it really felt right hugging you. You smell like what I have always imagined a mom to smell like." I hoped I didn't offend her.

"Well, that is just the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me," she sniffled. She then launched into telling stories about Edward as a kid. We were both holding our sides laughing when in waltzed Alice. We three had a blast in the kitchen: chatting, cooking, gossiping, laughing. I hadn't had that much fun in the company of multiple females since….well, never.

EPOV

My father, Jasper, and I were setting up the outside dining area by the pool. It had been awhile since I had any guys-only time. Yet, I couldn't help but wonder how Bella was doing. I knew she had gotten a little choked up meeting my mother, but I expected that would happen. I knew mom would love her and want to treat her like her own daughter, yet I wasn't sure exactly how Bella would respond. The look on Bella's face when she was being hugged assured me she would develop a strong relationship with my mom over time.

At least mom saved Bella from dad's shenanigans. I shook my head remembering dad's flirting.

"Dad, thanks a lot, by the way," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "That's exactly the reason Alice and I began refusing to bring females over here."

"What are you talking about, son?" he asked, concentrating on his task of turning steaks on the grill.

"Winking and smiling and flirting with my Bella. That's what I am talking about," I whined. Jasper laughed at me.

Fuck you, Jasper.

"So, you don't want me to smile at your Bella?" He had this innocent look on his face that fooled all the ladies, including my mom and sister, but I knew better.

Because you use that innocent look yourself. Quit your whining.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, old man. You are much too ancient to still be pulling this crap, even if mom thinks it's funny," I teased. He pointed his tongs at me.

"I could still kick your ass if I wanted to," he said. Jasper nodded in agreement.

Seriously, fuck you, Jasper. His ass was about to take a dive in the pool.

"Bring it, daddy dearest." I took another swig of beer and grinned widely at him.

"Edward, we can't help it if we naturally have the pretty gals running after us," Jasper said, referring to himself and dad. I rolled my eyes.

I left the two jokesters to go back in the house and check on Bella. As I walked around the corner, I heard the three of them talking and laughing. I let out a sigh of relief, wanting Bella to feel like she was part of this family. When Alice asked Bella about when she and I met and whether she felt the connection like I did, I held my breath to hear what she said.

"It was like nothing I have ever felt before. I had actually seen him earlier in the day." I strained to hear; she had never told me that before. "I was standing at the front desk to check out and felt a flurry of butterflies in my stomach. I looked around and saw him walking toward the exit. It was weird how I felt his presence before I ever saw him. But when I saw him, it was like I was hit by lightning. He was so beautiful. I think I fell in love with him then even though we wouldn't meet until later that day." Bella stopped talking as my mom and Alice cooed.

Wow, she really did have the same reaction I did. I remembered feeling the same way when I saw her across the lobby.

"So, when should I start planning the wedding?" Alice asked. I really held my breath that time.

I feel like such a creeper.

"Ah, well, I guess that will depend on when he asks me," Bella said.

"I bet it will be soon," Alice sing-songed. I wanted to look around the corner and see Bella's face.

Does she want it would be soon? I would ask her tonight if she wanted me to.

"Edward told me never to bet against you," I chuckled under my breath.

I love my Bella. I was broken out of my stalking by an elbow to my rib. Fucking Jasper.

"What are you doing out here, man?" he asked before I shushed him and told him to leave me alone. He smiled, shook his head, and went into the kitchen.

Fucker. I followed him, knowing he would rat me out if I stayed in my eavesdropping location.

I pondered pulling my mom aside and asking her to get me grandma Masen's engagement ring from the safe. I was broken out of my thoughts as Alice streaked past me to yell at dad to get the meat off the grill. It was imperative to remind him to stop grilling since he tended to make everything well done.

"Oh Edward, there you are," my mom said. "Would you and Jasper mind playing bartender? I'd love a light wine and get your father some scotch. Why don't you mix some fruity cocktails for the rest of you? It's a little warm outside." I nodded and slipped closer to Bella, giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I smiled when her breath hitched and cheeks reddened.

"Is there a drink you prefer, my love?" I asked in her ear.

"Whatever you're having is fine with me," she said, her eyes staring into mine.

Damn, she's so beautiful.

Jasper finaaly dragged me away to the bar set up outside next to the pool. I looked at the pool thinking I should have brought some suits for me and Bella. I wouldn't mind getting her in the pool at night…or during the day…or in the morning.

Mmmm, Bella in a bikini.

I think I started salivating. Jasper punched me in the arm and I glared at him.

"Would you get out of your sexual Bella fantasies for two damn seconds and help me?" His ass was about two damn seconds away from a fully-clothed pool dive.

I stalked over to the bar and started making up some Long Island ice teas while Jasper made drinks for my parents. As I was finishing, I watched Bella and my mom bringing food platters out to the table and dad bringing the meat over. I joined them with the drinks and pulled Bella's chair out for her. Alice carried another dish out before suddenly swooping by and taking away both hers and Bella's drinks.

"Hey, I just made those for you two," I yelled at Alice, who walked away toward the bar.

"I am going to fix Bella and me something special. Deal with it, brother." She sniffed before turning on the blender.

Damn that pixie.

Bella squeezed my hand and I smiled, leaning over for a kiss. A minute later Alice carried back what looked like strawberry daiquiris for her and Bella. Bella took a sip through her straw.

I wanted to be that straw.

"That's terrific, Alice. I love strawberry."

Well, as long as my angel was happy.

We all loaded food onto our plates. Alice had lit some candles on the table and seeing Bella's face in the candlelight almost made my heart stop. She was so breathtakingly beautiful.

It was a nice dinner and I think Bella had fun. She was constantly engaged with everyone, although I had to occasionally throw a glare at my dad when he started using one of his tricks. I was glad she was fitting in so well after the shaky start when we drove up. I hated that Bella thought she wasn't worthy in some way, although I would reassure and comfort her as much as it took for her to believe me.

Just like she had to reassure you this morning.

I couldn't believe the way I attacked Bella in bed...as if she were going to disappear. It was like my body had been possessed and had to be as close as possible to her or she would be taken from me. I cringed as I thought back to my conversation with Emmett the day before.

It started out better than I thought it would. He was a little upset about my age, but he seemed to realize how deeply I felt about her. The bottom line was that he wants Bella to be happy and she seemed to be happy with me...meaning he was going to give me a chance.

Then, the conversation took a turn. Emmett had always been her protector and didn't know how to feel with someone new taking up part of that role. He admitted to me he was hesitant to tell me some things because he didn't know me well enough, but he also had been carrying a lot of anger and secrets around by himself since his father was killed. He wouldn't go into specific details at that point because he wanted to make sure I was the real deal first. But, he did tell me that he expected me to keep watch over Bella and if anything seemed out of the ordinary, to let him know.

I couldn't let him leave it at that. I started to panic at what he was hiding. I couldn't stand the thought that my angel was in danger. So, he told me that the guy that had killed his father, James Monroe, had been stalking Bella for six months during her senior year in high school and she didn't even know it. The proof was found after his father was dead and James was locked up. He told me Bella was never told the details of James' stalking; it was not relevant with his being locked up and would only bring undeserved guilt down on her shoulders..

I understood that. She did tend to blame herself a lot for things out of her control.

So when Bella asked me that morning about my conversation with her brother, all I could think about was someone trying to take her from me. The way she held me, soothed me, and comforted me, even though I had taken her possessively, I couldn't help but thank the heavens that she was mine. She was my perfect match. My mate.

I knew at that moment what I needed to do.

My thoughts were broken from the sound of clanging silverware. I joined in clearing and cleaning before we gathered for ice cream and coffee inside. I asked Alice if she could take over for mom for a minute and she shooed me away with a bright smile.

I think she knows what I'm about to do.

I went over and kissed Bella, telling her I would be back in a moment. I grabbed my mom's hand and led her to another room. I held her hand in mine and we sat down on a sofa.

"Mom, I want to ask Bella to marry me," I said, not expecting her to start crying. She hugged me and started kissing my cheeks, her tears falling all over my face.

"I'm so happy for you, Edward. She's wonderful," she told me, calming down a little.

"Would it be alright if we went and got grandma Masen's ring now? I'm not sure exactly when I want to do this yet. I really want to make it special for her and I'll need to talk to Emmett and Rosalie first. But, I want to take it now because I know it will be soon. She's the one." Her tears sprung up again at my words. But, she rose and grabbed my hand again to lead us to my father's office.

"I really want you to invite Emmett and Rosalie over soon to dine with the family. I consider them family now as well," she said as she opened the safe and retrieved the ring box. Her fingers trailed over the diamonds with a smile. I took a deep breath when she handed it to me. Kissing my mom on the forehead, I closed the box and put it in my pocket. She excused herself to clean her face up and I went back down to my angel.

Everyone had set up at the dining room table with ice cream and coffee. Although, it looked like Alice had talked Bella into trying her special tea. My fingers jittered with nervousness, as if the ring weighed a hundred pounds in my pocket and everyone could see it sitting there.

I sat down next to Bella, watching her as she took a bite of her ice cream. Her lips molded to the spoon and her pink tongue snuck out to lick up all the melted sweetness off the spoon. My mouth hung open as I openly gawked at her. She glanced over at me and deliberately took another bite when she saw me watching her. She put on even more of show with that bite, slowly licking around the spoon. I think I moaned as my cock sprang to life.

She was a dangerous creature, my Bella.

"Are you going to eat your ice cream, Edward?" my angel asked me, smiling.

"Um…yeah…sure," I stuttered out, still staring at her. I grabbed a spoonful, trying to clear the Bella lust out before I devoured her on the table in front of my family. My spoon dropped like a rock into my bowl when I felt her hand rub up and down my thigh. I looked around and my entire family was watching us both, smirking to themselves.

I guess we had been putting on quite the spectacle.

I'm pretty sure I was blushing as much as Bella was. I cleared my throat, trying to gather some composure and concentrate on my ice cream. I felt Bella try to pull her hand away and I grabbed it and put it back, placing my hand over hers. We managed to get through the rest of dessert moan-free.

After helping clean up, Bella and I started our goodbyes since I had to be up early the next morning. Everyone gave Bella a hug, my mother inviting her to lunch later in the week. My dad pulled me into a hug and said good luck in my ear.

"Did you have a good time, angel?" I asked her as we got in the car.

"Oh Edward, I love your family. They're all so amazing. I'm happy we came here tonight. Thank you for wanting me with you," she said as she leaned over to kiss me, her hand brushing my cheek. I turned my head to kiss her hand before starting the drive home.

"Baby, I'm going to take my Suburban to work tomorrow and leave this car there, just in case you need something to drive. I don't want you stranded there." I showed her how to use the GPS so she wouldn't get lost. She said she'd probably stay home anyway to begin researching Northwestern online and maybe write a little.

Maybe she would soon find her inspiration for the novel she may want to write?

We got back home and were heading upstairs, when she stopped me suddenly.

"Edward, would you play something for me?" she asked, nodding toward the piano. I smiled and grabbed her hand, leading her over to sit next to me on the bench.

"Any requests, my darling?" I asked, leaning to her and kissing her slowly.

"Anything," she said, her gorgeous face glowing.

I played a couple Mozart concertos, sneaking glances at her. She sat there with her eyes closed and a smile on her lips. I couldn't resist her for long before I pulled her close to me and kissed her hard, one hand on the back of her neck and the other stroking her back. I gently slowed my lips until I placed small kisses all around her mouth. She pulled back and looked at me.

"That was beautiful, Edward. Thank you for playing for me." Her eyes shining in the moonlight streaming from the windows. "Will you take me to bed now?" She didn't have to ask me twice. We practically sprinted upstairs.

I spent the night worshipping and making love to my soon-to-be fiancé.

AN: How was the meeting with the parents? What did you think of what Emmett told Edward? Let me know.