AN: Thanks to everyone who shared their Thanksgiving traditions with me. I worked a few of them in :)
Here it is...the meeting of the parents. I hope you all enjoy them as much as I did ;)
A HUGE shout out first, though, to all those new readers who stopped to review every chapter. I know I don't respond to all of the reviews (my internet is currently out, and I've had to stake out a table at starbucks just to post this chapter!), but I love each and every one.
EPOV
I, Edward Cullen, hate flying. In fact, I despise it. It's not my fault, but I'm petrified of crashing (blame it on my addiction to LOST). Usually I would pass out as soon as I sat down in order to avoid having to deal with actual flying time, but my VERY nervous girlfriend was not allowing that today.
Bella would not stop fidgeting for the entire three hour and fifty minute flight to Chicago. Finally I put my hand on her bouncing knee to attempt to calm her. "Bel, what are you so worked up about?" I asked.
She looked up at me with panicked eyes. "Edward, these are the first parents I'm ever going to have to meet. I'm super awkward—how do I even behave? Do you have any Thanksgiving traditions that I should be aware of? I feel like I haven't been prepped properly. Go!" she rambled.
"Bella, you are the first girl I have ever brought home to meet my parents…ever. In the history of my life, this is a momentous occasion for my parents, especially my mother. You really don't need any preparation. I love you, so they will love you, too."
She frowned and pushed my shoulder. God, that girl has quite the arm on her. I sighed in defeat. "Really…you want to be prepped?"
She nodded. "Okay, my dad is a doctor. He used to be one of the most prestigious cardiovascular surgeons in Chicago, but when I was born, he decided that he wanted to open his own general health practice so he could spend more time with our family."
"That's so sweet," Bella smiled, calming down a little bit.
"Yeah. He's a real sweetheart," I scoffed. "My dad is Emmett times twenty, if you want to let THAT marinate for a second." She rolled her eyes. "No, I'm serious, Bel. He swears more than I do, bets on more things than Alice, and has his mind constantly in the gutter." I paused. "That said, he's a fucking genius. He'll love you because you're hot AND will be able to keep up with him in a real conversation."
"Okay, well…what about your mom, Edward? She loves you more than life itself…I just…don't want to be a disappointment…" she trailed off, restarting her nervous leg bouncing.
I clamped my hand down on her thigh, effectively stopping the twitching. "Bella, stop worrying, please. My mom already loves you. You could show up with a wooden eye and scales for skin, and she'd still think you were God's gift to earth. Now, please, can we focus on making ME feel better now? I fucking hate flying," I groaned.
An evil glint appeared in Bella's eyes as she ghosted her palm over the crotch of my jeans. "Oh, my poor bunny," she mocked. "How will we ever take your mind off of flying?"
I gulped loudly. "Umm, I don't know…" Please be what you're thinking; please be what you're thinking.
"We should probably head to the bathroom and take care of that," she giggled, glancing down at my crotch and pressing her palm into me harder.
YES. Score one for Cullen.
"We are now about to make our final descent into Chicago," a loud voice came over the speaker. "Please fasten your seatbelts and put your chairs in the upright position."
I frowned. Great. Guess not. Nope, now I'm just going to have to greet my parents with a hard on. Thanks, Bella.
"Sorry," I heard her sigh calmly as she leaned into my shoulder.
Of course NOW she's calm. Pssht.
Making our way off the plane, Bella locked my hand in a death grip. Just then, Emmett spotted my dad standing by the baggage claim, and they both ran in fake slow motion towards one another. So ridiculous. Alice was next to run forward, locking both Emmett and my dad in one of her massive hugs.
I looked around for Jasper and Rosalie for some significant other moral support, but they were conveniently getting our bags off of the carousel. I gave Bella's hand another squeeze and took a step forward, calling out to my dad.
"Hey, Dad—Happy Thanksgiving…" I said warily. He unlocked himself from Alice's embrace and made his way over to Bella and me. In a not so subtle move, my dad started checking out Bella. Like…not just an innocent look up and down. No—my dad full on CHECKED her out, pausing ever so slightly at her boobs. Fucking perv.
He nodded to me—apparently father approved, and then released his full-blown smile on Bella. Instantly, Bella's hand loosened in mine. I looked at her…she was now the picture of calm. Of course, I should have known. Bella gets stage fright. But now that she was "on stage" so to speak, she would be fine. I let go of her hand as she stepped forward to shake my dad's hand.
"Dr. Cullen, I'm Bella—it's so nice to meet you," she smiled. He looked at her hand and then wrapped her into a hug.
Um, hey there, handsy! That is my fucking girlfriend!
I frowned at their hug, which lasted a few seconds past the appropriate length.
"It's Carlisle, Bella," he said, winking at her. I pulled Bella back into my side, wrapping my arm around her shoulders.
"Carlisle…looking good, as always!" Rosalie said, finally rolling up with our bags and Jasper in tow.
"Ah, the lovely Rosalie. Still keeping Emmett in line?"
"You bet your ass she is!" Emmett bellowed, scooping her up into his arms.
"Emmett, put me down! You fucking prick!" Rosalie retaliated, kicking her legs wildly.
I laughed, but I realized that Bella had been oddly silent. Oh, no. Did my dad scare her away? Of course he did.
I looked down at her questioningly. Her eyes were still trained on my dad, who had now turned around to help Jasper with our bags. Then, Bella did the fucking unthinkable. Her eyes followed my dad's every movement, lingering slightly on his ass as he bent over to pick up a suitcase, and then she blushed. Bella was checking out my dad. Hardcore. Blood pooled in her cheeks and her eyes sparkled, giving her the lusty glow I thought was reserved solely for me.
I nudged Bella in the ribs, and she finally looked back up at me, embarrassed at being caught. I was about to ask her what the hell she was thinking when she grabbed my hand and pulled us towards everyone else.
The car ride was just as bizarre. Dad insisted that Bella ride shotgun, so I was forced to sit next to Alice and Jasper in the back while Bella and my dad flirted the entire 45 minute car trip back to our house (Emmett had rented a Hummer for himself, of course).
Alice leaned on me and whispered, "What's up, Grumpward?" while ruffling my hair in a really annoying gesture.
I grunted in response, shoving her hand away from my hair, keeping my ears and eyes trained on the singing duo up front. Alice followed my eye line and started giggling uncontrollably.
"There's nothing funny about this, Alice."
"Yes, there is, Edward! " she whispered. "You can't seriously be jealous of Dad…it's who he is. It's who YOU are."
I huffed in annoyance, knowing she was right, and Bella turned around to see what I was doing. Seeing my pouting, she simply flashed me a smile and continued talking to my dad.
When we arrived at the house, my mom accosted me before the car even came to a stop.
"Edward!" my mom cried, wrenching the car door open and pulling me out into a huge hug. I smiled and squeezed her tightly in response. I'm not ashamed to admit it…I love my momma. She pulled back and looked me up and down.
"Edward, you don't look so good, honey…didn't you get any sleep on the plane?"
"Um, no…" Bella's voice called from the opposite side of the car. "That was my fault, I'm sorry! I didn't know he was a bad flyer."
Just then my dad and Bella came around to the other side of the car, arm in arm. My dad looked down at Bella and laughed (at my expense, of course). "Oh, yeah. Edward can't fly for shit." I rolled my eyes. "Just remind me to prescribe you a Xanax before heading back," he smiled.
"Hey, Dad—I think you have something that belongs to me," I said, reaching for Bella. Her eyes lingered on my dad, but she made her way back into my arms. I possessively wrapped my arms around her waist.
Yeah. What now, Dad? Mine.
My dad just ran a hand through his hair and jogged up the stairs to gossip with Emmett about God knows what.
"Thank you so much for having me, Esme," Bella blushed, still situated in my grasp.
My mom beamed at us, her smile so wide, I thought her face might stick that way permanently. "It's no problem at all, Bella—we're so glad you could make it. Here, come inside—it's freezing out! Edward, be a gentleman and take Bella's luggage upstairs, please."
"Yes, ma'am," I smirked, grabbing both Bella's bags and mine before she could protest. Seizing the opportunity, my mom jumped in to talk to Bella, pulling her into the house.
BPOV
Meeting Edward's parents was something else. Honestly, when I first met Carlisle I thought I was going to pass out from all the good looks. He was HOT…like…Edward hot. Now I knew where Edward's good looks came from. Edward was literally a spitting image of his father, if Edward was blonde with blue eyes.
Just…my GOD. Seeing them both there together, I didn't know which one to look at. I had Edward's arms around me, but I wouldn't have minded being wrapped up in Carlisle's for a little bit longer…or both at the same time?
Shame on you, Bella! That's dirty.
Whatever.
After meeting Esme (who was just the sweetest thing to ever exist), I finally took in my surroundings. Their house was HUGE…a massive mansion. Edward hadn't prepped me for this at all. Sure, he had warned me about Carlisle's swearing problem (which I just found endearing) and Esme's energy (now I knew where Alice got it from, at least), but he failed to mention the sheer vastness of their house.
Esme decided that Edward should take our bags upstairs while she gave me the grand tour. Not only were there about five more guest bedrooms than necessary in the house, but there was also a library, a home theater, a gym, and an indoor pool. Sweet Jesus…I didn't think I would ever need to leave the house in the next four days we were staying here.
"Bella," Esme began, placing a hand on my arm. I turned to face her, and her smile grew. "I can not even begin to tell you how happy I am to have you here. My children have said nothing but amazing things about you; I honestly feel like I know you already."
"Thanks," I said, blushing again. It was impossible not to be enraptured by the kindness of this woman. "I love each and every one of your children."
"Oh, I know you do," she laughed. "Now, why don't you run upstairs to Edward's room, or I'm afraid I will have a VERY cranky son."
"Right, um, of course…just tell me the way."
"Go up these stairs right here," she said, pointing to a staircase on the side of the pool room. "It's the first door on the left."
"Thanks, Esme!" I said running up the stairs.
"Tell Edward dinner is in an hour, please!" she yelled up after me. I smiled to myself. I had never felt more like a family than at this exact moment. My family gatherings used to consist of Charlie and Billy watching football while Jake and I groped one another in his garage. This Thanksgiving was definitely going to be different…and I loved it already.
I opened Edward's bedroom door to see Edward putting away my clothes in a drawer. If someone else had walked in on the scene, he would have looked so gentlemanly and chivalrous putting my things away, but I knew better. I knew that he was just being a perv and wanting to see what underwear I brought with me (and maybe to pilfer some away). Sigh. Only my Edward.
"Your mom wanted me to tell you that dinner's in an hour."
He looked up, finally realizing that I had come into his room. "How'd it go?" he said, lifting me up and kissing me softly. "Meeting the parents as scary as you thought it'd be?"
"Um, no…not quite. In fact, they're pretty awesome. I wouldn't mind hanging out with them all week long," I laughed as Edward scowled again. I had had enough of his pouting. Reaching up, I attempted to kiss away the pout. Seeing that it wasn't working, I pulled back. "What?"
"You think my dad's hot," he huffed.
Oh my God—was I that transparent? Apparently so. I tried to look away, but my blush definitely gave me away. Edward pushed himself off of me as his mouth dropped.
"I knew it!" he hissed, throwing his arm out to point at me.
I rolled my eyes at his childish antics and pushed his hand down. "Edward, you look JUST like your dad. Obviously I think he's hot…now, can you stop being jealous of your dad and go back to stealing my underwear out of my bag like a normal boyfriend?" I smiled.
"This conversation isn't over, Swan," he mumbled, heading back to my open bag. Just then, he reached inside the bag and gasped loudly, pulling out…OH, NO!
"Is this what I think it is?" he smirked, holding up the DVD case. I sprinted over and grabbed it from his hand.
"Yes, it is…but it was supposed to be a surprise for later!" I groaned. Leave it to Edward to foil my super secret sneaky plans.
"Oh my God, Bella! You brought this to a FAMILY HOLIDAY? Do you know what an amazing girlfriend you are?" he laughed, lifting my by the waist and spinning us in a circle. I laughed, nuzzling my head into his shoulder.
"Only you would get THIS excited about that."
Edward shook his head violently. "No, no. I have it on pretty good authority that Emmett would be JUST as excited as me…if not more." He paused, clearly thinking over his next move. "Can we watch it now?" he asked, attempting to dazzle me with his smoldering eyes.
"Nope," I smirked, throwing the DVD back into my bag. "Let's save it for after dinner."
"Bella, please?" he whined.
"Not a chance, bunny. Save it. We only have an hour until we have to be downstairs anyway…"
"Fine…so what did you want to do in the meantime?" he asked, pulling me towards him again. God, I loved being wrapped up in his arms.
"Well, I thought I could take a nice, long look at your bedroom ceiling," I winked.
"You really ARE the best girlfriend ever," he laughed, pushing me onto his bed. Within seconds, he was hovering over my body. I looked into his eyes, which were roaming over my body. I was instantly aroused and squirmed under his intense gaze.
Unable to take the anticipation any longer, I moved my hand to the back of his head and pulled his head towards me. I brought my lips to his softly, lingering there, just enjoying the feel of him there. He sucked on my lower lip, pulling it into his mouth ever so slightly. I opened my mouth, encouraging him to slide his tongue in, which he did without any prompting, of course. Our tongues met, and his body relaxed onto mine. I widened my legs and brought my knees up, making a space for him to rest comfortably.
His kisses trailed down my jaw, and my eyes fluttered close. His fingertips, which were splayed on my hips, started making their way underneath the hem of my shirt. The pads of his fingers left a burning trail up my sides and onto my waiting breasts. His mouth continued to lick and suck at my neck while the pressure on my breasts increased. An involuntary moan escaped my lips.
Edward smiled against my throat. "How's my ceiling looking?" The vibrations of his voice against my skin sent shivers down my whole body and I could feel myself becoming wet. Thank God I brought twice the amount of panties than days we were spending here…I know, I plan ahead.
"So good," I moaned, pressing my hips up slightly into his. I heard him grunt as he pushed his hips back into mine, and his ministrations on my neck increased to heavier sucking.
Wait…sucking?
I pushed Edward off my chest as I sat up suddenly. My hand went to my throat as I ran over to his mirror.
"Edward, are you trying to give me a hickey?" I gaped.
"Would you believe me if I said no?" he said guiltily.
"Definitely not," I scowled, trying to figure out how bad the damage was to my neck.
"Oh, stop pouting, Bel," he said climbing off the bed to me, placing kisses my hair. "I just CAN…so…I wanted to…"
Gah. Why do I think that's absolutely adorable? I am a complete and total sucker.
"Argh, you're so frustrating! Now I have to spend dinner with your entire family with a huge hickey on my neck," I complained.
"Me? Frustrating? No…you think I'm delectable," he smirked, furthering the dampness in my underwear.
"You bug me."
"You love me," he laughed, throwing an arm around my shoulders.
Pushing his arm off of me, I rifled through his drawer, throwing on the only item of clothing I had brought with me that would be able to cover my neck—a short, grey turtleneck dress. I had several scarves with me, but I figured I'd be giving myself up if I made my way to dinner with a scarf on.
I pulled on my black "fuck me" boots (that's what Edward referred to them as, not me), and we made our way downstairs.
Dinner was absolutely delicious. Edward apparently got his cooking talent from Esme, who had made steak that melted in your mouth. Seriously, I don't know how vegetarians do it—I would die without steak. To go with our steak and to keep the conversation flowing, we consumed nearly 7 bottles of wine.
Carlisle was currently on glass number four and telling some hilariously embarrassing story about Edward getting caught jerking off at school as a twelve year old by his sixth grade homeroom teacher.
"It was fucking hilarious," Carlisle laughed. "Esme and I had to go in and meet with the principle to talk about inappropriate school behavior with Edward."
I laughed loudly and had to interject. "Oh, please—who HASN'T caught Edward jerking off?" Oh, yes…I was definitely getting drunk.
"Bella!" Edward hissed. The entire table burst into loud guffaws of laughter. Emmett even choked a little bit on his sip of wine he was laughing so hard.
Esme blushed. "Edward has had quite the record with inappropriate behavior…"
"Guys, please stop," Edward groaned, putting his head in his hands. I had never seen Edward blush as much as he had during the past hour.
"I'm sorry, bunny, but it's true," I laughed, kissing his cheek. He leaned his cheek into the kiss like he was anticipating it, and the table went from laughter to sighs and aww's.
While the table was distracted, I placed my hand onto Edward's thigh. It was only when I looked at Edward did I see that he and Alice were having some sort of secret conversation. I had stopped trying to decipher them, but it was still annoying to be on the outside of their "plans." Alice was gesturing to him, but I couldn't figure out about what. Just then, Edward gestured too large in response, knocking my cup of red wine all over my dress. I pushed the chair out as fast as I could, but it was too late.
"Oh, shit, Bella! I'm so sorry!"
"God, Edward, you're such an ass sometimes," Alice chirped from the other side of the table. "Go run upstairs and get Bella some clothes—I'll take her to the laundry room immediately…if we act quick maybe we can save your dress!" she yelled, pulling me out of the room and down the hall.
I guess dinner was over…
Instead of waiting like a normal person, Alice pulled the dress from over my head and began working on my dress. I'm not sure what she was putting on it, but...it was Alice…I trusted her to try and save my dress no matter what.
I looked down and realized that Alice had left me in my underwear and boots. I crossed my arms over my chest in an attempt for some modesty.
"Don't bother trying to cover up, Bella," Alice said, not looking at me. "Is that the new underwear you bought? …the green lace set?" I swear, that girl had eyes in the back of her head.
I didn't even have time to respond. Alice held up the dress, which was now sporting splotches of white foam where the wine had begun to sink in. "Alright, one cycle of warm cold wash should clear that right up," she rambled, turning on the washer and throwing the dress in. "I'm glad I was there to act fast," she winked, making her way to the door. She looked over her shoulder, appraising me. "You look hot, Bella."
"Thanks, Alice…"
"PS, nice hickey," she laughed, skipping out of the door. My hand went to cup my throat, and I groaned again. I had forgotten about the hickey. Fucking Edward.
Feeling awkward just standing alone in my underwear and boots in the empty laundry room, I hopped up onto the washer to wait for Edward.
In retrospect, that was probably a mistake. I was still fairly buzzed and was feeling pretty turned on. Edward hadn't really had his hands on me all day, and I needed him badly. And although the washing machine was no Edward, the vibrations of the machine against the thin lace of my underwear was sending small shock waves to my core. Reaching one hand to palm my breast and using the other to prop myself upright, I widened my legs and rocked gently against the vibration of the machine. I could feel my own wetness seeping through the lace as I closed my eyes and threw my head back, giving into the pleasurable sensation.
In the back of my head, I heard the door open and clothes drop to the ground. Just as quickly, the door closed and within seconds, Edward's hands were running up my thighs.
"Speaking of getting caught jerking off," he chuckled quietly. I smiled and opened my eyes. I almost gasped at the beauty of Edward's face so close to mine. I would never get used to the way he looked at me. I shivered as one of his hands made its way to palm my other breast, while the other one made its way into my panties. I continued my slight rocking motion against his finger, which brushed lightly over my clit repeatedly. I could feel my climax building quickly, and in no time at all, wave after wave hit me as I exploded onto his fingers.
Without saying a word, I reached for his pants, pulling him all the way to the edge of the machine. His fingers had his pants unbuttoned and pushed to his ankles before I could even attempt to. He then pulled my panties off and unhooked my bra. Throwing them to the floor, he smiled broadly.
"I think green just became my new favorite color," he said, leaning in to capture my lips in a searing kiss. He pulled away to take his shirt off and roll a condom on.
Wait a second.
"You and Alice planned this," I laughed, realizing what their secret table conversation was about. "Edward, you really don't need your sister's help to get laid," I said, moving my hips all the way to the edge of the machine to meet him.
"I know," he laughed, positioning himself at my entrance, teasing me mercilessly. "But I needed her help getting laid right NOW," he said, finally entering me slowly. "You have no idea how much I've wanted you this way."
"What? On a washing machine?" I groaned out as he pulled out almost all the way and reentered me at a leisurely pace. God, it was some sweet, sweet torture.
"Mmhmm," he nodded, pinching and pulling at my breasts.
"Why?" I gasped between thrusts. Oh, wow. I was nearly ready to come again, and he had barely begun.
"Why not?" Edward grunted. "I want you everywhere, every way, all…the…time…" he moaned, picking up his pace slightly. At his words, I came apart in his arms again, biting down on his shoulder to stifle my cries.
"I love you, Edward," I sighed, wrapping my legs around his back, aiding his every motion. With my legs at this angle, he could penetrate so much deeper than I thought was humanly possible. I moaned loudly when he hit a particularly sweet spot.
"Holy fuck, Bella," Edward breathed heavily. Apparently he felt it, too. "I love you, too." Unable to speak, we moved together faster, pouring every ounce of love for one another into each caress, kiss, and breath. It was exceedingly comical that our most romantic time together was in a laundry room on top of a washing machine with his entire family down the hall…but it was so US that I couldn't bring myself to fight it.
We came together, whispering each other's names into one another's necks.
Feeling remarkably sobered, I threw on the clothes that Edward had brought me: an old t-shirt of his, which read CULLEN in huge block letters on the back of it and a pair of my pajama shorts (no underwear, of course). He was absolutely never getting that shirt back. Thinking ahead, Edward had also brought a t-shirt and sweats for himself. I guess we were a plan ahead for sex kind of couple, I thought, laughing quietly to myself.
My laughter stopped, however, when I saw him reach onto the ironing board and grab the secret DVD he'd found earlier. "DVD time?" he said, raising one eyebrow.
"You underhanded, little minx!" He grinned. "I guess so," I sighed. "I'm still pissed that you found it, though."
"Bella, it'll still have the same effect…surprise or not," he said, leading me into their home theater. I froze.
"You want to watch it here? With that HUGE screen and surround sound?" I balked.
"Absolutely!" he smirked, putting the DVD into the player. Immediately, I was pulled onto Edward's lap, and he threw a large blanket around us. In the theater there were ten La-Z boy chairs, and one definitely fit both Edward and I very comfortably.
I cringed slightly as the title sequence came up, but Edward was already completely enthralled. Just then the door to the theater opened and Emmett, Rosalie, Alice, and Jasper trailed in.
"Hey, guys, what'cha watching?" Emmett said, still chewing something. Edward grinned up him evilly, and I knew it was going to be a long night.
I got the horse right here, his name is Paul Revere
And here's a guy who says that the weather's clear
Can do, can do…the guy says the horse can do…
If he says the horse can do…can do…can do…
"Where the fuck did you get this from?" Jasper said, mouth agape in horror.
"Jake and his dad came up for the second night of Guys and Dolls, filmed it, and then sent it to me for my birthday. I've been saving it for a special day," I giggled.
"Fuck, yeah, Bella!" Emmett yelled, plopping down into the chair next to us. "I love you! Let's get mom and dad in here!" he laughed, ruffling my hair.
"Oh, Jasper…this is just…really embarrassing for you," Rosalie snickered, snuggling next to Emmett.
"Shhh! I want to hear my baby sing," Alice chirped, pulling Jasper into the closest chair with her. He groaned loudly and was subsequently shushed by the entire room.
"I'll never forgive you for this, Bella," he whispered loudly.
As the room exploded into colorful comments and laughter around me, I realized how incredibly worn-out I was. I hadn't even made it to my character's entrance in the show when I was drifting off to sleep, perfectly content in Edward's warm arms.
I was so thankful for my new family.
EPOV
I always knew that Bella had slipped in effortlessly into my group of friends, but having her asleep in my arms as we all mocked Jasper for his Broadway musical stylings, I had never felt more like she was a part of my family. As the musical finished, I shifted in my seat to get a better hold on her. She smiled and mumbled, "Edward," while clutching onto my t-shirt slightly. Leaning down to kiss her, I pushed a stray hair out of her eyes, and sighed.
Someone cleared their throat, and I realized that everyone had cleared out of the room except for Emmett. Uh oh. Did he really want to do this now?
"Hey, Eddie…uh, can I talk to you for a minute?" he asked, eyes full of hope.
Pull the Eddie card, why don't you, Emmett…
"Yeah, sure…should I take her upstairs first?" I asked, nodding to the sleeping Bella in my arms.
Emmett shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "No, man, I'll be quick…I uh…I just wanted to..umm…"
"Spit it out already, Em," I sighed.
"I…I'm sorry."
That was unexpected.
"Don't be sorry, Em. Bella's lucky to have you looking out for her," I admitted. As much as it killed me that Emmett thought he had to protect Bella from me, I wasn't above admitting that I was glad that he was there for her.
"Yeah, well…same goes for you," he said. There was an awkward pause.
"So, what changed your mind?" I just had to ask. My own brother had beat my ass and then proceeded to ignore me for an entire week…I think I deserve the right to know why there was a sudden change of heart.
"Honestly?" Emmett asked, nervous all of a sudden.
"Yeah…"
"It was one of the songs you sang last night…I didn't believe that you actually meant it until I saw you sing it…"
Okay…
"It was that fucking Cake song…you know, 'Love You Madly'?"
I nodded.
"Anyway, I'm sorry it took me so long to figure it out. I kind of thought you were just jealous of Jake or something. I didn't want Bella to get hurt, but I don't think that's going to be an issue. You really actually love her. And…not in the same way that I do…"
"Emmett, I've been in love with Bella since the moment she walked into our audition."
Emmett looked thoughtful. "So, has she talked to that knob-rocket since he left her that terrible message?"
"I don't know," I replied honestly. If Bella had been talking to Jake, she certainly hadn't brought it up with me.
"Fucking asshole. I walked in on her crying on our couch just staring at the phone. It was awful. You better NEVER leave her like that, Edward. Do you understand? I have no qualms with sticking you…just because we're brothers doesn't mean I won't equalize you for hurting her, okay?" Emmett said seriously.
"Got it, Em," I said, standing up. Bella shifted in my arms and sighed an, "I love you, Edward" under her breath.
"I love you, too, man," Emmett said, softly clapping a hand on my shoulder. I chuckled quietly. Making the long trek up to my room, I knew that I had never been more excited for a holiday in my life. This Thanksgiving was definitely going to be one to remember.
Chapter End Notes: Reviews are just as good as hot laundry room sex with my favorite dirty talking boy AND making fun of Jasper in a musical ;)
Also, for everyone's enjoyment...my favorite quote of the week (I won't use names for her sake...)
Friend: I love it when a guy talks dirty to me.
Me: Yeah, me too--it's super hot.
Friend: ...like when they're like, 'Oh your pussy is so pretty'
Me: Who tells you that?
Friend: (awkward pause) Edward?
Yup. Too much fan fic for me and my friends, right? Hahah. Thought you all might enjoy that little anecdote.