Last posting for today. I have a bunch more that came back from my beta that I need to clean up and dump into FFn.

Shout outs to the lovely ladies who have my back: Lolo84, Jparke19, & hmmille-their advice has been so valuable. There aren't enough words to express my gratitude. Thank you simply isn't enough.

We hear from my baby boo, Emmett in this one. Let me know what y'all think.

CHAPTER 21 - EMMETT

I love my folks. I think they're the best parents in the world, but sometimes there are definite disadvantages to having young parents. Hell, I'm twenty-four years old and my old man is forty-five, almost forty-six, and Ma, she's forty-three. My brother, Edward, and I are what most would call Irish twins. There's barely eleven months separating us.

I really hate Carlisle and Esme Cullen right now. I wish my Pops was guzzling Geritol and Mom used a walker, complaining of gout and spastic colons or some other old people's ailment. If they were dusty, senile, old farts then maybe they wouldn't be fucking at the symphony!

Carlisle knows I can hear him, that fucker. God, Bella's right here too. Carlisle is going to town, that horny motherfu—SHIT!

I will NOT think about what he's doing to my mother...I will NOT think about what he's doing to my mother...

Growing up, me and Ed were glad that our rooms were on the top floor, leaving our adventurous parents two stories below us. Going to the kitchen for midnight snacks and whatnot was a crapshoot. There was no telling the state of undress we'd find our folks in. I was so glad when we installed the kitchenette, lemme tell ya.

I'm glad that they're still hot for each other, but even I have my limits.

Poor Izzy, she's got it bad for Eddie. I can see that she's conflicted about how she feels. It seems like she's always the responsible, serious one. I feel bad for the kid, but I can also see that Iz is a lot of fun. She just needs to let loose for a change and follow her heart.

I'm happy for her and Edward. Hell, he's been a serious stick in the mud since he started banging away on the piano when we were little. Iz has already changed him. Down there he's got this cocky smirk on his face as his hands fly over the piano keys. I bet I know what he's thinking about.

I'm hoping that whatever is in the air today is still working its mojo after the show because the way that hot blonde is working the bow and strings of that cello—HELLO!

She's not wearing one of those Amish-style neck-to-floor length dresses either. Her black dress is probably knee-length, but it's a little higher up her thigh because she's sitting and, from my vantage point, accentuates all the right curves.

She rests the neck of her cello across the swell of her breasts—luscious, pale, more than ample breasts—to her shoulder. Her blonde waves are draped over her shoulder as well. I swipe my hand along my mouth, worried that I may be drooling. Her fingers fly over the strings as she creates the different notes. Her eyes close and her brow knits in concentration When she clamps her thighs tighter around her instrument as she grips her bottom lip between her teeth, I have to adjust myself. This is one of the most erotic things I've ever witnessed.

It momentarily distracts me from the freaky shit going on behind me.

So what do you guys think of Emmett? I heart him so much!

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Until next time...