A/N: As usual, no beta on this one. I think half of my readers got pregnant from that volleyball lesson. I'm still looking into it.

Prompt: (none) Today is a Witfit reflection day, but I love you guys so here you go...

BPOV

Our 'volleyball lesson' lasts several more minutes before we come up for air.

"I really don't want to, but I should go."

The hand that's still beneath my hair and wrapped around the back of my neck pulls me back to him until we're nose to nose.

"Do you have to?"

He doesn't give me the chance to answer, dipping his head lower and kissing my lips one...two...three times. And softly. So softly that I lose my train of thought and deepen it, sliding my hands up his chest and gripping the tops of his shoulder to steady myself on my toes. I indulge for a little longer before pulling away and pressing my forehead to the middle of his chest.

"I have to go. If I don't beat Renee back, she'll form a statewide search party."

He chuckles and I lift my head.

"You laugh, but I'm serious. She'd probably ship me back to New York and you'd never see me again."

He wraps an arm around my shoulder as we walk back to the deck, tucking me into his side as I rest my palm against his stomach. It's my new favorite place to be.

"You're right. Let's go. I can't have you leaving before I see you trip over air. And the chips," He nods in mock seriousness. "You still owe me the good chips."

"I'm choosing to believe that this is your way of telling me you can't live without me."

"Whatever gets me the Cape Cods."

I give him a punch in the gut and he laughs.

"Ass."

Once we're inside, Edward looks at me like I'm crazy when I tell him I'm fine to walk back. He ushers me inside and disappears down the hall. When he comes back, it's with a set of keys and a faded navy blue hoodie.

"You might need this."

I take it from him but don't understand until I see his car. It's an older model Jeep Wrangler, black and topless with a tan leather interior... and no doors. Hence the hoodie.

When we pull up to the front of The Dunes, I hesitantly give him directions to the villa, cringing as he parks on the curb and cuts the engine.

"So... this is me."

"Wow. Which wing is yours?"

And just like that, my nervousness is gone. I don't know why I feel the way I do about him seeing where I'm staying, but I'm grateful for the way he makes me forget about it.

"Hardy har."

I go to unbuckle my seatbelt, but he stops me.

"Wait!"

My hand freezes as I watch him unbuckle and rush around to my side of the car. He leans over and nudges my fingers aside, pressing the red button himself. The belt loosens across my chest, but he stays where he is - his face hovering just over mine and looking very happy with himself.

"You know, because I couldn't open your door for you."

I drop my head back against the seat and shake with laughter. I can feel an addiction to this happiness that he brings me. It makes me want to tackle him right here in the street.

He walks me to the front door and I turn to face him. He's one step below me, which puts us at an even height.

"Thank you for tonight, Edward. I had fun."

"Even though my friends were drunk and my roommate insulted you?"

"You made it up to me with the volleyball lesson."

He smiles and pinches the fabric of my dress just over my stomach, pulling me to him until our chests are touching. My heart beats a little faster as he stares at me in a way I haven't seen him do yet. He isn't smiling, but his eyes are bright and intense.

"Tell me I can see you again."

"You can see me again."

"Tell me you want to see me again."

"I want to see you again."

"Tell me why you called me Poseidon that night."

He catches me off guard for a second, but then I remember what Jake whispered in my ear tonight. I smile at him in challenge.

"Tell me about Starfish."

His eyes widen and his mouth drops open.

"How do you even know about that?"

"Drunk friends, loose lips."

He's adorable when he's speechless and I'm coming to realize how rare of an occurrence it is. But as always, he recovers. I can see in his eyes the moment he decides to go for it.

"You."

"Me what?"

"You're Starfish."

"What are you talking about?"

"Go out with me tomorrow night and I'll tell you."

I don't tell him that he didn't need any leverage to get me to agree to that.

"Fine. Deal."

"Deal."

"I should go inside."

"Okay."

There's no awkwardness or trepidation. We both move in at the same time for a soft touch of the lips.

"Goodnight, Starfish."

"Goodnight, Poseidon."

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I wake up wearing the same smile that I'd fallen asleep with hours earlier. I also wake up on my stomach with half of my face smashed into the mattress, so it gets a little uncomfortable. I flip over on my back and stare up at the ceiling, resuming my stupid happy grinning. I'm still wrapped up in Edward's hoodie and having a part of him here with me makes me feel... special, as corny as it sounds. Like it's tangible proof that we're... whatever it is that we are. That last night happened. I touch my lips and the pads of my fingers are nothing like the feel of his mouth on mine. I close my eyes and conjure up the memory of his taste, ecstatic for more. My swooning is interrupted when Renee knocks loudly on my door and shouts through it.

"Rise and shine, Isabella! I expect you at the breakfast table in twenty minutes!"

I throw the comforter over my head and ignore her. For the next nineteen minutes.

When I get to the kitchen, there she sits - fully dressed and scrolling through her phone. I plop down in the chair across from her and she taps a few keys before setting the phone aside and looking up at me.

"We need to talk about last night."

"Yes, we do."

"William is very important to me, Isabella."

"So important that I'm just now hearing about him?"

She narrows her eyes at me.

"I don't see what that has to do with anything."

"Yeah, you wouldn't. It might have been nice to know the truth about why we're here. Is he why we're staying in this place? And why couldn't you just tell me you were seeing him?"

She's folds her hands on top of the table before straightening her back and clearing her throat. It's the posture she takes on while talking business and the next words from her mouth nearly knock me from my chair.

"Will has asked me to marry him, Isabella. And I've said yes."

I just stare blankly at her.

"We've set the date for the end of July. You're my daughter and Will is going to be your stepfather. He was in California on business until yesterday, but now that he's here I'd really like the two of you to spend some time together."

You've got to be kidding me.

"Are you shitting me?

"No, I'm not. And watch your mouth."

I roll my eyes and grab a croissant from the tray in front of me, ripping a piece off and shoving it in my mouth while looking out the window.

"I didn't appreciate the way you behaved at dinner last night, Isabella."

I whip my head back to her, tuck my mouthful of croissant into my cheek and fire back.

"Well, I didn't exactly appreciate being ambushed that way! 'I'm your daughter' and yet I was apparently the last one to know you're diddling the boss man! Then you tell me you want me to play house with a total stranger?"

"Don't talk with your mouth full. And stop being so melodramatic. It wasn't a conspiracy to keep you uninformed. He didn't propose until a few nights ago and I didn't see the point in bringing him up until I knew for sure it was serious."

I widen my eyes at her incredulously because surely she felt serious about him - before he hit one knee - if she said yes.

"How long have you been seeing him, Mom?"

"For about a year and a half now. We met when the firm was consulted about the design job for The Dunes."

A whole year and a half and not a word to me. Nothing. Still, I can't remember ever having any real conversation about her previous... flings before. In fact, this is the first time I've ever heard her explain herself to me at all. For any reason. It's startling to see so much human emotion from Renee in the span of twenty four hours. She's dated, but never cared one way or the other whether or not her boy toys and I got along. I remember the way she'd been with William the night before and the reality of the situation starts to hit me. I've never seen her this way before. Not since.. .Charlie. My anger wavers when I remember those days. When I think of the way things were then. How hard it was.

"Are you for real with this, Mom? You're really gonna marry him?"

"Yes. And I really wish you'd give him a chance. I love him, Isabella."

No sarcasm. No commands. No nagging. She actually sounds... heartfelt.

Well... shit.

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A few hours later, I'm once again seated across from William Clearwater and my mother. This time it's at Evers Beach Yacht Club and Marina. It's about a fifteen minute drive south of the club and damn near the size of it. We've already had lunch and are waiting one of William's business partners to arrive. I glance down at my watch for the thousandth time in five minutes, desperate to take my leave. I've had to sit through the entire meal of William basking in his own glory and inviting everyone else to join in. The way Renee looks at him is so strange to see. He opens doors for her and pulls out chairs and kisses her hand. She smiles at him like he hung the moon and I feel like the odd man out, trying to catch up. Seeing her this infatuated over him is kind of scary. Not to mention the ridiculous door knob she's wearing on her left ring finger now.

"Ah, there he is now. Renee, you remember Garrett."

A man with salt & pepper hair who looks to be in his mid to late forties greets Renee with a kiss on the cheek.

"And Isabella, this is my business partner and good friend, Garrett Webber. Garrett, this is Renee's daughter, Isabella."

I don't even correct him on my name because I feel dread settle deep and heavy in my stomach when I notice a second body approach the table.

"It's a pleasure, Isabella. And this is my son, Seth."

The guy standing next to Garrett has his hands in the pockets of his navy blue cargo shorts. He looks like your typical upper society beach boy. Brown hair lightened a little by the sun, tanned skin and that cocky, bored-with-everyone-but-myself look on his face. He's wearing an orange Lacoste shirt and pair of brown Sperry's. No socks.

Dear God, kill me now.

I ignore Seth's quiet hello and glare at Renee, barely containing myself from lunging over the table and choking her. She smiles cheerfully at me and then up at our new guests.

"I think it's so great that you two are meeting. You know, Isabella doesn't know anyone here her own age. Maybe you could show her around, Seth."

I begin to shake my head at her, but Garrett chimes in and suddenly he's there in my violent fantasies beside a strangulated Renee.

"That's a great idea. Here, son. Why don't you show Isabella around Her Majesty. You two kids probably don't want to sit here and listen to us old folks talk shop anyway."

He pulls a set of keys from his pocket and Seth accepts them with a polite smile.

"Sure thing, Dad."

Everyone turns to me for my reaction and I'm backed into a corner. I stand from my chair without a word and head for the doors that lead out to the docks. I come to a stop at the end of one of the long piers and I can hear him behind me. I cross my arms over my chest and try to find a little bit of the peace that the water usually brings me.

It doesn't work.

I'm fuming mad because I know damn well that Renee knew about this little setup and didn't tell me. It's just one more thing added to the long list of ways she disregards me and what I want. Making decisions and plans for me like I'm a child. And to think I was feeling guilty this morning for not being more cooperative about this whole William thing. I'm so worked up inside that I jump when I hear Seth's voice behind me.

"So, Will Douchewater's gonna be your new daddy, huh?"

I spin around and erupt.

"Fuck off, pretty boy. And you can take your boat and shove it up your ass. I'm not interested."

He blinks at me a few times and then... smiles. He smiles at me. Confused and a little wary, I watch him closely as he approaches me. He twirls the keys around his fingers and comes to stand next to me.

"Okay, okay. I got it. No boats. Anything else you're touchy about?"

I roll my eyes at him.

"How about entitled rich boys who flash their fancy toys around to get laid and think they're better than everyone else?"

"Says the girl standing on the dock of the yacht club - whose mother is wearing the heart of the ocean on her finger and nine hundred dollar shoes."

Being compared to Renee stings like a son of a bitch and my anger flares.

"Up yours, asshole. You don't know anything about me!"

He looks at me like I'm deranged and holds both index fingers out in front of him, pointed toward the sky.

"Again – says the girl who's slinging assumptions around about someone she just met."

I open my mouth to argue, but then Rosalie's face pops into my mind and I stop. Because he's right. I'm taking my frustration with Renee out on him. I'd decided exactly what kind of person he was before he'd ever uttered a word. I'm just like Edward's demon bestie. Ouch.

I shift awkwardly, suddenly feeling stupid. I know I was in the wrong, but for some reason feel defensive anyway. I wave a hand up and down between us.

"Well your outfit doesn't exactly help things, you know. How was I supposed to know you weren't one of them?"

He looks down at his own clothes and then at mine.

"We gonna go three for three here?"

And damn it, he's got me again. I look down at my navy blue sailor shorts and frilly, peach silk top. And then back at him. And then back down again. Holy hell, we actually match.

I sniff and turn my nose up at him.

"Whatever. At least my shoes are cuter."

He laughs and despite my foul mood only minutes ago, I can't help but laugh with him. He holds a hand out and dips his head down dramatically.

"Seth Webber. And though you may find my wardrobe questionable, I assure you I'm not an asshole."

"Bella Swan."

I hold my hand out but snatch it back just before he can reach it.

"Do you really think William is a douche?"

"Biggest one I've met so far."

I lower my hand and we shake.

"Then I may be able to overlook the threads, Seth."

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*hides under Waveward's deck*

New visuals on my profile. Um...see you tomorrow?

~jada~