EPV
My dad and I left the house to go down to the police station, to try and find out how their house caught on fire. The entire ride was in complete silence, as I sped through the dark Seattle streets. When we pulled in, we jumped out of the car and ran in, and over to the front desk.
"How may I help you?"
"Hi. My name is Edward Masen, and I was told that my house was burnt to the ground." My dad said.
"Just a moment please." She picked up the telephone and told someone that we were here.
A couple moments later a balding man came around and shook my dad's hand.
"Hello, Mr. Masen. My name is officer Cane. Please follow me."
We followed him into an interrogation room and sat down. He turned towards me and raised his eyebrows.
"And you are, son?"
"I'm Edward Masen. Nice to meet you." I said, as I shook his hand. He looked from my father and I in confusion.
"Ok. I'm confused. Your Edward Masen?" He said looking at me. I nodded. "And you are?" He said looking at my dad.
"Edward Masen. But, please call me Ed."
Officer Cane shook his head and sat down.
"Ok. Lets get this straight. Who's house burnt?"
"Mine." My father said.
"Ok. And you're his son." I nodded.
"Ok. Edward, could you please wait out in the waiting area, while I speak to your father, please."
"Sorry. No I can't." I could tell he was getting irritated, so I continued, "I'm the contractor that was building his house. I need to know what is going on, for insurance purposes."
He huffed, stood, and walked to the door.
"Detective Michaels. Can you please come remove somebody from this room, please. I have a young man making problems for me."
I looked at my dad, snickering, and we both rolled our eyes. Officer Dipshit walked back over and sat down, looking at me smugly. I just sat back and smiled at him. A couple minutes later, Detective Michaels walked in saying, "Look, Mr. Please go to the waiting area or I will have to restrain you."
I noticed his head was down, so I said, "Why?"
He snapped his head up and looked at my dad and I.
"Oh. Hi you guys. What are you doing here? Is everyone ok?"
"Yeah. Everyone's fine, Kevin. My mom and dad's house was burnt down. So here we are."
He sat down and sighed, "You guys never get a break. Do you?"
Officer Dipshit huffed and crossed his arms. Kevin looked at him and snapped, "Your off this case Officer Cane. I'm taking it over."
Officer Dipshit jumped from his chair and yelled, "No I am not off this case. I was put on this case, because I know who started that fire!"
We all looked at him in shock.
"Who?" Kevin demanded.
He pointed at me and sneered, "This guy did for the insurance money."
We all looked at him and busted out laughing. After we calmed down Kevin took a deep breath.
"Officer Cane. Were you the one to call the Masen's about the fire?"
"Yes."
"Who did you speak with?"
"Mr. Masen. Why?"
"How did he say his name?"
"Edward. Why."
"Well. You talked to the one you just accused of arson."
"How the hell do you know?"
"Because, if you would have talked to Edward Sr., he would have told you his name was Ed, not Edward."
Kevin leaned back in his chair and my father and I chuckled, while officer Dipshit stood there and gaped.
"Now. Since we have that taken care of, I will let you sit in and observe how real police work is handled."
He sat down and crossed his arms.
"Now. Do you two suspect anyone that would do this?" Kevin asked.
"Yeah. Jacob Black." I said.
"Ok. I'll go check his bracelet logs." He stood and left the room.
"What construction company do you work for?" Officer Dipshit asked.
"I work for C & M Construction." I said.
"Oh. I know that company. They're a really credible company. What section do you work in? The mail room?"
"Well, officer Cane. For your information I am part owner. C for Cullen and M for Masen." I answered, smugly.
He gaped at me and my dad and I snickered. While he was gaping at us, Kevin walked back in and sat down.
"I looked at all the logs in the last twenty-four hours. It wasn't him. He was home the entire time. Sorry."
"That's ok. It was a long shot. How was it started."
"It started in the office area, where all the blue prints were. The fire martial is still there, conducting his own investigation."
"Ok. When do you think the site will be cleared for demolition?"
"I'm not sure. I'll let you know as soon as the site has been cleared."
"Thank you. We appreciate it." I said and my dad nodded.
"Now that business is out of the way. How is that lovely wife of yours doing?"
"She's good. A little shaken at the moment but good."
"And the baby?"
"Getting bigger every day." I beamed.
After a couple more minutes of idle chat, we shook hands and my dad and I headed for home. About half way home, my dad turned and looked at me.
"I still think it's this Jacob character."
"Me too, Dad." I sighed as I quickly glanced at him.
We made it home as the sun was coming up. We walked in through the garage and went into the kitchen to start the coffee pot. I glanced into the living room and saw that my mom was sleeping on the couch. I looked over at the other couch and seen that there were blankets, but no Bella. She must have went back upstairs to bed.
A couple hours later, I heard the kids start to stir. So I walked upstairs and into Hanna's room.
"Good morning, peanut."
"Morning Daddy."
I pulled out her Snow White shirt and jean shorts. After she was done going to the bathroom, I placed her clothes on her and she headed downstairs. I walked out of her room and into Brea's. She was standing in her crib with a big grin on her face.
"Dada. Dada."
I picked her up and kissed her on the forehead.
"Good morning, princess."
I laid her down on the changing table and changed her diaper and put a purple and pink onezie and jean shorts on her. I picked her up and took her downstairs into the kitchen. I placed her in her highchair as my mom put scrambled eggs and cut up sausage links on her tray. I walked over to her and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
"Thanks, Mom. Good morning."
"Good morning to you, too. Why don't you go up and take a shower and a nap. I can handle the kids for a little while."
"Thanks Mom. Yell for me if you need anything." She gave me a hug and pushed me toward the stairs.
As I made my way back upstairs, Ethan, J.C., Matt, and Megan came running down.
"Slow down." I said to them. They slowed, slightly and I continued up the stairs, shaking my head.
I walked quietly into our bedroom and glanced over at the bed. Bella was cocooned in the blankets, sleeping soundly. I grabbed a pair of boxers and went to take a shower. After my shower, I slid into bed and fell asleep, as soon as my head hit the pillow.
A couple hours later, I sat up and scratched my chest, yawning loudly. I peeked over and saw that Bella's side of the bed was empty. I got up, threw some clothes on, and walked down the stairs. When I made it into the kitchen, the kids were sitting at the table and Bella was asking them what they wanted for lunch. I looked over at the clock and saw that it was 11:45. Damn. I slept longer than I thought.
When she got to Hanna, she said, "Peanut, what do you want for lunch?"
"A grouchy samich, Mommy." I chuckled when Bella bit her lip.
"A what?"
"A grouchy samich." Hanna said, seriously.
"A grouchy sandwich?" Bella asked in confusion.
"No. A grouchy samich." I walked over and poured myself a cup of coffee and Bella shook her head and turned toward Megan.
"What would you like, Megan?"
"I'll take a peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwich, Mom."
"Ok. What about you, Matt?"
"A grilled cheese, please."
"Ok. J.C.?"
"Same as Matt, Mom."
"Grouchy samich! Grouchy samich!" Hanna started to chant.
I sat down at the island and watched to see if Bella could figure out what she was saying. I knew, but I wanted to see if Bella could figure it out on her own.
"What do you want, Ethan?"
Ethan smiled at me and said, "A grouchy sandwich, please." And started laughing.
Bella threw her arms in the air and sighed.
"Ok. Megan wants a PB&J, Matt and J.C. want a grilled cheese sandwich….." As she said grilled cheese Hanna cheered.
"Yeah, grouchy samich!"
Bella snapped her head to me and back at the kids.
"You want a grilled cheese sandwich, Hanna?"
"Yeah. A grouchy samich!"
I started to snicker and she walked up and slapped my arm.
"Thanks for the help, Dad." She said, sarcastically, rolling her eyes, and walked over to started the sandwiches.
I got up and walked behind her, wrapped my arms around her, rubbed her protruding stomach, and kissed her neck. She sighed and melted into me.
"Where's my parents?"
"They went over to Carlisle and Esme's house for a little while."
I nodded and grabbed the peanut butter and strawberry jelly from the fridge and made Megan's sandwich. After I placed her lunch in front of her, I went over, cut up, and heated two hotdogs for Brea. After Bella was done making the grilled cheeses, she made two chicken salad sandwiches for us.
After lunch, Alice came over and picked Megan up to go shopping, the boys decided they wanted to go to Emmett and Rose's and left to walk the half a block to their house, and Bella and I put Hanna and Brea down for a nap.
After they were settled, I grasped Bella's hand and led her into our bedroom and laid her down onto the bed so her legs where hanging off of the side. I gave her a searing kiss and knelt down in front of her. I slowly slid her shorts and underwear off and licked through her folds. She moaned and shifted towards me. I leaned back and kissed her belly and whispered, "I love you." She pulled on my hair, trying to pull me to her core, and I looked up at her and winked. I ran my tongue through her folds, again, and over her clit and sucked it into my mouth. God, she's fucking delicious. As I dipped my finger inside of her, she cried out in ecstasy. I added another finger and started to pump them into her, rubbing against her g-spot. As she started to clench around my fingers, I bit her clit, gently, and moaned against her. She tensed up as her arousal gushed out of her, coating my fingers. I removed my fingers and licked her clean. I licked and sucked my fingers clean, moaning the whole time. I could never get enough of this woman. I stood up and pulled my shorts and underwear down. I looked up and saw that she was looking at me with hooded eyes and panting. Before she could gain control over herself again, I grasped her hips, pulled her to the edge of the bed, and gently glided my erection inside of her hot core. As I reached the hilt, I threw my head back, moaning, while my eyes rolled into the back of my head. She was tossing her head from side to side and clenching her fists into the sheet beside her, as I thrust into her, over and over again. When I was about to fall off the edge, I started to rub her clit, causing her to lose control again. As she milked my dick with her juices, I let out a feral growl as I emptied my seed inside of her.
After we calmed down, Bella crawled up to her pillow and fell asleep. I kissed her forehead and put my boxers and shorts back on, and walked down the stairs. I went into the kitchen and cleaned up from lunch, whistling to myself. As I was loading the dishwasher, a throat cleared. I jumped and looked over at my smirking cousin.
"So. Get rid of the kids, so you can bang your pregnant wife. Nice."
"Shut up, Em. It wasn't like that."
"Yeah. I know." He snickered. "Where's Bella?"
"Taking a nap. Why?"
"No reason."
We walked into the living room and watched some t.v. I noticed he was fidgeting a lot, so I pushed mute and turned to him.
"What's on your mind, Em?"
"I'm just worried, bro. What if Jacob is doing all of this shit. First with Eth getting hit by a car, my car getting trashed, and now Uncle Ed and Aunt Liz's house burning to the ground."
"What happened to your car?" I asked and ran a hand through my hair.
"Yeah. About a month ago. Someone keyed it, smashed the windows, slashed the tires. It was bad."
"Why didn't anyone tell us?"
"We didn't want to worry Bella. What are we going to do?"
"For now, nothing. According to the bracelet logs, it wasn't Jacob. I think he is paying someone to fuck with us, though. It has to be him. It's the only thing that makes any sense."
"Yeah. I know. But how do we prove it?" He sighed.
I threw my head back against the back of the couch and furiously dragged my hands through my hair. Come on, think of something, Masen. I sat strait up and looked at Emmett.
"I got it! We could keep an eye on Jacob's house to see who comes and goes."
"Great! Stakeout!" He said and pumped his fists into the air.
"I just need to call Detective Michaels, to see if we can."
I walked out of the room, grabbed the phone, and headed into the den. After I shut the door, I sat in the desk chair and dialed Kevin's number.
"Hello?"
"Hi Kevin. It's Edward."
"Hi, Edward. How's everything?"
"Good. I have a question for you."
"Go on."
"Emmett and I were wondering if we could watch Jacob's house, to see who comes and goes."
"Yeah. Actually, I just spoke with the chief and we were going to take shifts, doing the same thing. This way, you don't have to leave Bella and disrupt your lives any further."
"That sounds great, Kevin. I'll let Emmett know."
"Ok. I'll keep you updated on the situation."
"Ok, thanks."
"No problem. Bye."
"Bye."
I hung up the phone and walked back into the living room. Emmett was bouncing in his seat and Bella was laughing from the recliner.
"Well, bro. Are going on a stakeout?"
"Nope." His face fell and I snickered.
"Why?" He whined.
"'Cause Detective Michaels and some other officers are already planning their own. We're to sit tight."
August past and everyone was disappointed when nothing out of the ordinary was going on over at Jacob's house. The kids started school and I started making preparations to start demolition on my parents' house. September came and went in a similar fashion. I knew with out a doubt that Jacob had something to do with all of the bad things that had happened to the family since June, for the simple fact that nothing bad happened since Kevin started watching his house. Bella was growing everyday and I couldn't wait to meet our baby. We still didn't know what we were having. Every time we would check, it became stubborn and wouldn't let us see. Emmett and I planned to start rebuilding my parents' house in the spring and they continued to live with us.
On October 12, Emmett and I were working on the plans for the housing development project, when my dad came flying into my office.
"Edward. Have you talked to Bella?" He asked, franticly.
"No. Not since this morning. Is she ok?"
"It's probably nothing, but she was suppose to go with Esme and Liz today, and she never showed."
I grabbed the phone and dialed the house phone. When the answering machine picked up, I said, "Bella? Love? Pick up the phone, baby. It's Edward." I waited a couple of seconds and said, "I love you." and hung up.
I grabbed my keys and ran down to my car, with my dad and Emmett on my heals. I sped out of the parking lot and raced home. After I pulled into the garage, I flew through the house, to find Bella gone. I ran upstairs and checked all of the bedrooms, with no luck either. I grabbed my hair and closed my eyes tightly. Where is she. What if something happened to her and the baby. God, she's seven months pregnant. I was broke from my revere by Emmett yelling up the stairs for me to come down. I ran down the stairs and skidded across the kitchen floor.
"What?"
"Bella left a note, she went to the school, to pick up Matt. I guess he's sick."
I breathed a sigh of relief and dropped onto the couch. Emmett and my dad left, to go back to work, and I went up to take a hot shower, to calm my nerves. A couple of hours later, and Bella was still not home, I started to freak out again. I sat on the couch and took deep breaths. She probably picked up Matt and met Esme and Mom to go shopping. Calm the fuck down, Masen. Her and the baby are fine. I walked over to the liquor cabinet and grabbed the Jack and a coke and made myself a drink. As three o'clock came, there was still no sign of Bella or Matt. I was about to go to the school when a car pulled up. I opened the door and saw my mom with the kids, including Matt.
"Where's your mom?"
"Isn't she here?" My mom asked. I shook my head and we walked into the house. The kids went their separate ways and I went into the kitchen. My mom put a movie on for Hanna and put Brea in the pack-n-play and followed me into the kitchen. She sat down at the island and watched me pace. Now can I freak out?
"Where the hell is she?" I asked, looking up at the ceiling.
"I don't know, honey." My mom said and grabbed the phone.
"Edward Masen, please."
"Ed, it's Liz. Get a hold of Detective Michaels. Bella's still not home."