Chapter 14

I thought Emmett was not going to survive the ride back to Forks. I don't know who wanted to kill him more, Edward or me. He kept making fun of me because of the pictures but he was also ribbing Edward for role playing and the pictures. I told Edward to just ignore him and don't give into him wanting to irritate him. Of course that didn't work, when we stopped for gas, Edward throttled him and threw him up into a head lock. Or at least the best he could at putting him in a head lock since Emmett is so much bigger than Edward. The ratio of Edward to Emmett was like The Rock to The Undertaker in size. I was laughing my ass off and so were Jayme and Ian. However, I finally had to pull the two idiots apart since they were starting to gain attention from the other customers at the gas station.

"Ok, ok, I will stop making fun of you," Emmett stated. "For now," he added under his breath.

Since it was so late, we talked Emmett into stopping at a McDonald's drive-thru for dinner. He got all antsy and threatened us with our lives if Jayme got any of the food in his jeep. Of course I was mentally willing him just to drop a couple of fries. Not enough to do any damage but enough to irritate Emmett. Unfortunately, Jayme didn't dump anything. However, Emmett did. He ordered a Big Mac which was really a huge mistake while you are trying to drive. I mean, who does that? He had it everywhere and of course it was all my fault. It really pissed him off when I leaned into the front seat from my seat in the back of the jeep. I was pretending that I was all up into his and Edward's conversation when I reached over and smeared Jayme's honey sauce from his nuggets crossed Emmett's cheek. Let's just say, Edward threatened to beat Em's ass for using such colorful language in front of my boys and for threatening me.

Thankfully we finally made it home about eight thirty in the evening. I wasn't sure who was crankier; Emmett or the boys. He was frustrated because we had to stop again so he could wash his cheek off. Did I care? That would be a big fat nope. He has always been annoying to us and if I had done it to Edward instead of him he would have been laughing his fat ass off.

We carried the boys directly up to their beds since it was late and they where whiney. As I was tucking in Jayme he asked me when Layla would be home. Edward decided to leave her there in Chicago with Kate until a week before school started. She wanted to visit more with her family plus her friends.

"She'll be home right before school starts. She needs to be able to spend some time with her mommy's family too." I told him while I put a sweet kiss to his nose.

"I miss her. She'll miss my birthday party." At this point he was whining. In the past month and half, they have become so close. They are truly siblings even though Edward and I are not married yet. It's so easy being a kid. No worries, no jobs; they get to play all day and whine about not getting their way. I'm kind of envious of them. Who am I kidding, I am envious of them.

"I know sweetie, but she'll be here before you know it. I promise. Nite, Baby."

"Nite Mommy."

Edward was watching the ten o'clock news when I walked into the living room. I threw myself down on the couch next to him and let out a huge sigh. Edward looked down on me with his crooked smile intact.

"What's the matter, B?"

"I'm just glad to be home. I want everything to be back to normal."

"I second that or as close to normal as we can get." He said as he put his arm around my shoulder. He was making lazy circles on my shoulder with the tips of his fingers.

I let out a huge sigh and Edward seemed to know what I needed. He told me to stay on the couch for a minute. Within a few minutes he returned to me and carried me into the bathroom. He had lit several candles and ran a bubble bath. He told me to raise my hands in which I complied with his demand. He lifted my t-shirt over my head and turned me to where my back was against his chest. He removed my bra and massaged my breast as he let it fall to the floor. Then he trailed his hand down my belly to my shorts and pushed them and my panties down to the floor. He picked me up and placed me in the water. He then told me to move forward and shortly after he dropped his clothes he was seated right behind me.

Edward lathered the soap up in his hand so he could wash every inch of my body. The way his hands trailed along my skin made involuntary moans escape my lips. Every so often, he would reach down and kiss the spot behind my ear or my shoulders. He then proceeded to wash my hair too. He massaged my scalp with his long fingers as he scrubbed. The sensations from his touch went right through my body. He turned on the detachable shower head to rinse my hair. Once he was finished cleaning and worshiping my body, he dried me off and carried me to bed. He climbed in behind me and I think I was out before he pulled me to his chest.

When I woke up Edward was not in the bedroom or the bathroom. As I walked down the hall, I stopped in the boy's rooms to check on them. They weren't in their rooms either. I went downstairs and could not find any sign of them. I called Edward. He said that he needed to pick something up from home but didn't want to wake me up so he took my car and left me his set of keys for his car.

I was to meet Alice for lunch today. I left a little early so I could get the photos printed at the drugstore. They have one of those picture kiosk thingies that prints them in a matter of seconds. I figured Alice would like to see them without flipping through the digital camera.

I met with Alice at the diner and Rose happened to be there, too. I was glad to see the both of them. I missed my best friends. Alice and Rose was flipping through the pictures and was smiling and laughing. Occasionally they would turn a picture over to me so I could explain what happened.

"OMG, Bella, what is up with the soft porn in here?" Alice asked or more like blurted out.

"Let me see that, Em wouldn't shut up about it." Rosalie yanked the picture out of her hand.

"What are you talking about……" I trailed off as Rosalie turned the photo around. Oh my god, how did I forget about those photos? My face was about 50 shades of red when I said, "well, that explains the funny look I got from the guy at the pharmacy."

Both of the hags were laughing uncontrollably at me when I snagged the 20 pictures out of their hands. There were 20 pictures alone of me in that silly firemen's costume. You have to be kidding me. That is not even counting the ones he took on his phone. I was so humiliated and Edward would hear about it; I made sure of it. I pulled my phone out and sent him a text right then.

E: u r dead when I get home! B

B: wht did I do ths time? Luv E

E: one word: pictures B

B: lol, u didn't, did u? 2 mad to sign luv B? Luv E, evn tho B doesn't luv E

E: ur such a dork. Its me, so that would b yes, I did. Still not sign luv B. B

B: rn't u supposed 2 b hvng luch wit ur sis? Luv E

E: y do u think Im upset? She's mkng fun of me along with Rose. U r so not getting nun for a while. :~

B: Wht the hell is that? Luv E

E: Tht my totally clueless boytoy is a devil face blowing raspberries at u. :~

B: who's the dork now? Boytoy? Luv E

"Earth to Bella, you better stop texting that hot dumbass before I steal your phone and break it. You're here with us. He's locked you away for a whole week in a whole another state. We missed you, hoe." Rose ran her mouth off while grabbing my phone and sticking it in her bra daring me to go after it.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just had to text him to tell him he ain't getting any for a while."

"How did he respond to that?" Rose asked while pulling out my phone so she could read our entire conversation.

"He called me a dork."

"Because you are one. Who still sends smiley faces?" Rose asked.

"Looks like me," God why couldn't they just leave me alone? What have I done, that was so bad? Oh that's right, I let my boyfriend take naughty pictures of me.

"I bet Edward enjoyed that night. You looked hot." Alice had said changing the subject as Rose put my phone back in her bra.

"Yeah, he did," I said with a sheepish smile. They just laughed even harder. "By the way, Emmett said he wanted you to get one of those outfits Rose."

"I know he did. He still can't shut up about it. You even matched E's tattoos. That was so freaking awesome. How did you get his name on the cross?"

"The tats were his favorite part of the whole outfit. He even traced them with his tongue. Kate helped me apply them. She also did my makeup and hair. Here they are…" I said as I was pulling down my t-shirt to show the cross on my shoulder and then pulled up my sleeve to show the barbed wire.

"I knew Bella couldn't do all of this on her own," Ali had said trying to tease me.

"Thanks Ali, I love you too."

"All come on Bells, I'm just playing with you. Wait a minute. There are more photos. You little whore," she blurted out while raising her perfectly manicured eyebrow.

"Ok, so my man thinks he's an amateur photographer, so sue me." They both started cackling when I stated that while wagging my eyebrows.

"Hmmm, it seems our little Bella is growing up. She's even learning to talk smack with us now. Edward has defiantly been a good role model on B," Rosalie said while taking a drink of her coke.

"Either that or he's corrupting our sweet little Bella," Alice said with a wink.

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We got to Esme and Carlisle's house early on Sunday afternoon in hopes of getting some info out of Esme. Edward wanted to know more about is father. All he knows is that he was not a part of his life. He wanted to know why. Carlisle took the boys out back to play while we chatted.

"Aunt Esme, can you tell me anything about my father?" Edward asked.

"Wow Edward, what brought this on?"

"I just wanted to know what happened and who he is. It's just that with everything going on with the boys and their father, I had been thinking about my own. Did you know him?"

Esme looked a little nervous and a little bit sheepish as well. She looked down at her lap for a minute before she would look up at Edward. I gave Edward's hand a comforting squeeze to let him know I was still there for him.

"Yes, I knew him. Edward, your mother made me promise never to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"Your father didn't walk out on you willingly. His family forced him to."

"I don't understand."

"Edward, both our family and his family comes from money and society in Chicago. However, your mother decided she wanted to raise you away from that to protect you. But there was a reason for that."

"Esme, what happened? I know my mother made you promise and I hate to make you break it, but I deserve to know."

"Yes you do, that is why I'm going to tell you. Just give me a second to compose myself please," she said. I noticed she was shaking and a bit apprehensive. This information can't be good. "Your mother got pregnant out of wedlock, Edward. That was and still is a disgrace in society. She was shunned because of it. His family flipped out. Not because it happened but more since they found out about it through gossip. Your parents were afraid to tell your grandparents. But since it was a disgrace to have a baby out of wedlock, his family forced him to deny the baby when Liz refused to have an abortion or place the baby up for adoption. It left Liz broken. She was devastated. She raised you on her own without help. She wanted to keep you as far away from society as she possibly could. This is the reason she did not put his name on the birth certificate," she said with a shy glance to Edward. She was afraid of his reaction.

"So, you are saying Edward grew up without a father because the bull headed society said it was wrong? That is horrible. A little boy having to grow up without his father because of that and here I feel guilty because of my boys are growing up without their real father who abused us. Why? I don't understand this world sometimes……" Edward interrupted my rant with putting both of his hands on either side of my face.

"Sweetie, it's ok. I'm fine. I grew up to be a good father of my daughter and now to your boys. I know it sucks but at least I know now that it wasn't because he was horrible."

"No Edward, don't you see, he was horrible for walking away. It's one thing if a father is totally unable to be a father like being abusive but when it's because the society or his family it's just, it's just….." Edward interrupted my second rant with his mouth on mine. He kissed me passionately but chastely since his Aunt was sitting a crossed from us.

"I understand why you would be upset Bella. I was too. They were friends with Carlisle and I and we were all very close. You would never see them without seeing us. When he denied Edward, Carlisle lost it on him and blacked his eye and split his lip. Carlisle was friends with him first before he met me. In fact, he was the way we were introduced. It drove a wedge between the two of them. We supported Lizzie any way she would allow it. I remained close to her, but when Carlisle was offered his position here, we had to accept it. We offered to let Lizzie come with us and we would have helped her get established here but she wouldn't leave Chicago. She said she was determined to do it on her own," Esme had said while grabbing a hold of my hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"What's his name?" Edward asked quietly. He seemed almost too calm for my liking.

"Alistair Moretti," she said shyly while looking at her hands like they were the most interesting thing in the world. Edward gasped as if in horror.

"Alistair Moretti , as in Dean Moretti?"

"Yes."

"That son of a bitch….."

"Edward, you know him?" I asked him.

"Yes, he was the Dean at my private high school. He was right there and he never told me anything. That explains why he watched me like a hawk, but would walk the other way when I noticed him. He always used to give me the creeps. Why did you let me go to that school?"

"At first we weren't going to. But it was a fine damn school, the best in Chicago. Carlisle spoke with Alistair. He promised he would tell you who he really was. I can't believe he didn't."

"I can," Carlisle simply stated as he walked back in the door. "He promised he would, but he was always breaking promises. You were better off without him and still are."

"I defiantly won't be contacting him. I could not stand the man." Edward said behind clenched teeth. "At least I know," he said as he walked out the back door. I looked at Esme and then back at Carlisle. Carlisle nodded his head towards Edward in a silent way of telling me to follow him. I walked up to Edward as he was looking out towards the forest. I put my arms around him from the back leaning my forehead on the center of his back.

"Edward, I know you probably don't want to talk about it, but please just know when you are ready, I am here to listen," I told him. I hoped he could hear the sincerity in my voice.

"I know, baby. Thank you," he said while placing his hands over the top of mine. We stood there for a good ten to fifteen minutes before we were interrupted with Emmett's booming laugh from inside.

"Come on you two, quit being anti-social. Everyone is here. Get in here," Emmett said from the backdoor.

"Hey Edward, I was just talking to Emmett and Jasper about next weekend. I wanted a fishing trip just us men. You and Jayme in?" my dad had said as soon as he spotted us walking through the door. Edward looked at me and then at my father with this huge smile from ear to ear.

"Yeah, that sounds great Charlie, Thank you. What about it little Man, you want to go fishing with your pops and grandpa?" Edward asked Jayme.

"Yay, I luv fishin' I can't wait, daddy! Who's Pops?" Jayme couldn't contain his excitement but he looked quite confused by the word Pops.

"Some people call their dad pops. It's just an old saying," Charlie had answered for Edward.

"Do I have to call you pops? I like daddy better," Jayme had responded to Edward.

"Little man, you can call me anything your little heart desires."

"So Jayme, are you excited about getting your cast off?" Carlisle asked him.

"Yep," he said while popping the p. "It's itchy." Everybody laughed at him. If it was all healed, Carlisle said it could come off next week. Jayme is marking off the days on the calendar that we hung up on fridge for him. He is ecstatic about it coming off.

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Edward's POV

Once we made it home, it was Bella's turn to comfort me. I was still a little upset by the tidbit of information we learned about my father. How can a man be that close to their son and not have anything to do with them? What kind of coward is he? Bella walked up behind me and wrapped her tiny arms around my waist.

"Baby, let's go to bed," she simply stated. I can't deny her anything. I took her hand and led her to the bedroom. She made me sit on the edge of the bed. She told me to raise my arms and she pulled my shirt off my head. She then kneeled down and took my shoes and socks off of me. She motioned for me to stand up where she pulled my shorts off but left my boxers on. She told me to lie down on my stomach. She pulled out some massage oil out of the night stand. She then straddled my ass and lathered her hands with the oil. She started to massage the oil into my shoulders and the middle of my back. Occasionally my body would let out a moan or a grunt but other than that the room was eerily silent.

She got off of me and I whimpered a little. She giggled and told me to turn over. She then straddled my hips and rubbed her sex on my hard shaft. The friction made me hiss a little. She then started rubbing her tiny hands up and down my chest and shoulders and arms. She got off me again and motioned to pull my boxers off. I arched my butt and lower back off the mattress so she could get them shoved down. Once she discarded the offending garment, she straddled my thighs. She looked at my erection and licked her lips. I swear this woman was going to be the death of me one day.

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The next day, Emmett and I had a shift at the station. Emmett was trying to convince me to buy a Harley. He said we would have fun if he, Jasper and I all bought one.

"I don't know if I should. I don't know how to ride. Not only that, but I don't think Bella would like it at all."

"Bella my dear cousin would not be the one we would have to convince. She was a born biker chick. In fact, she has her own bike; I'm surprised you didn't know." Emmett had said. I just looked at him like a deer caught in the head lights.

"What?" I questioned him while raising my eye brow.

"It's at Jake's house. She rescued two old dirt bikes from the trash. Her and Jacob restored them one summer and he taught her how to ride. The Chief caught her and she hasn't ridden since. She still loves it, but doesn't want to disappoint Charlie."

"Really, so did he ground her or something?"

"Yeah, we didn't get to see her until the first day of senior year. He caught her in the first week of July. That was a rough summer for her."

"I bet. I'm in if you can convince Alice. It would be fun and I always wanted to learn to ride." I said. We were interrupted by Bella and Rosalie. They decided to surprise us with a visit with the kids.

"What are you in for?" Bella asked me.

"Buying a bike and learning to ride. We just got to convince Alice so jasper can too."

"Well, good luck with the pixie," Rosalie cut in with. For some reason, I don't see us getting them.

Emmett automatically went into big kid mode when they showed up. He wanted to show the kids everything about the station. When he took them upstairs, Bella pulled me to the side. It seems the vixen wanted to get Emmett back for how he acted on our ride back from Seattle.

"Edward, where is Emmett's turn out gear?"

"Why do you ask? You can't do anything to his gear. What if we get a call?"

"It won't stop him from a call I promise," she said with a very evil grin and explained to me what she was going to do. Of course, I allowed her to do it.

About ten minutes later we got a call. Mrs. Rutherford's cat was stuck in a tree again. Sometimes working for a small town fire department can grate your nerves. We all ran to our turn out gear and Rosalie grabbed the kids and moved towards the back of the bays. Bella on the other hand stood by Emmett's door on the truck. I was so proud of her for keeping a straight face because I was having such a terrible time. Emmett pulled up his turn out pants and he had old pink faded flowery granny panties over his pants. Everybody busted out laughing and his first reaction was to look down. She took a picture as he looked at them and another when he looked up. He immediately pulled them off and jumped up in his seat. He leaned out the window to tell her that he will get her back and that it was so freaking lame.

He then turned to me and yelled over the sirens, "Masen, you need to get your little girlfriend in check! Don't think just because you're my cousin that it's going to keep me from messing with her and you at the same time. I will get her back."

"Are you threatening my girlfriend, because Em, your little wifey was in on it, too. So you need to take it up with her as well."

"Oh she'll get hers when I get home. I guaran-damn-tee that shit." He said. Does he think he's cool quoting Stone Cold Steve Austin? I mean it sounded retarded coming out of Stone Cold's mouth what makes Emmett think it was going to be cool coming from his?

Once we arrived on the scene, Mrs. Rutherford told us that the cat jumped down right before we showed up and actually asked what took us so long to get there. Not only did my sweet innocent girlfriend coordinate with Rosalie, but she also made a visit to Mrs. Rutherford. Turns out, my sweet innocent girlfriend is not actually sweet and innocent but more of a conniving little vixen. I tell you I fall in love with her more and more every day.

Emmett grumbled all the way back to the truck. By the time we got back to the station, both girls were gone. That is actually probably a good thing considering the sour mood Emmett was in now. I called Bella up to tell her how funny it was but to also bitch about the whiney baby that we were now putting up with. She said that was just part one of her prank and to check my email. I just had to laugh again. Actually, I was falling on the floor laughing when Emmett walked up. It seems Rosalie gave Bella the password to Emmett's department email. She emailed both pictures to all the people on his email contacts. It was not only guys from our department but also guys that we had met at the FDIC which is the Fire Department International Conference that is held in Indianapolis every year. There are firemen not only from the USA but all over the world as well. It looked as if it came from his email address. I heard him mutter, "Oh, she is good, the granny panties I have to admit was lame. But emailing the pictures to all the firemen I know, that was priceless." He mumbled as he walked out the room.