A/N

I know, its been awhile don't all take a heart attack cause I need you here, I need you all to read and tell me what you think...

I don't own these boys... But they sure as hell have proven that they own me...

Big thank you to everyone who reads and reviews and have stuck with me this long you are all awesome and I will be forever grateful..

To those off you that have sent your well wishes and best regards thank you, your thoughtfulness was truly heartfelt.

A huge thank you to my wonderful Beta Deβra Anne, she's hung in here with me and with her encouragement and dedication I've been able to continue...

And to my amazing pre-reader Prassacut author of Roads: ( If you haven't read yet, do so now you don't know what your missing.) A huge thank you for kicking my ass into gear and helping me get this chapter completed...

I also need to give two stories a shout out and I promise the reader and the perv in you will not be disappointed...

The Debt by Delphius Fanfic...

Bluetooth by M-alice Slashlover...both are on my faves go check them out...

So without further a due lets go see whats been happening with the two Mister Hale-Cullen's

Hand in hand, we leave through the back door, finding the pathway to the lake easily enough. I think to myself,What the fuck did Sally put in this Goddamn basket? It weighs a fucking ton. Doesn't the woman know I'm not as young as I used to be?

Edward squeezes my fingers slightly, gazing up all damp-eyed and bewildered. The boy's fucking ecstatic. I can see the wheels in his pretty little head spinning a mile a minute. He really doesn't know what the hell to do with himself right now, he's so fucking excited.

The possibilities are endless, and I can't fucking wait myself. This has all turned out crazy, and an awesome crazy at that. It makes all that Goddamn shooting in a fucking plastic cup so worthwhile.

We find a spot under one of the big old trees lining the lake. It's so peaceful here, the only sounds being the lapping of the water a few feet away and the warm breeze whispering through the leaves of the trees above our heads.

Placing the basket off to the side, I proceed to unroll the blanket.

Edward tries to help, but the boy's lost. It's a good lost this time though. His eyes are bright and excited, his skin's flushed with wonderment; he can do nothing but smile in my direction right now. And really and truthfully at this moment, he's utterly fucking useless to me, but God knows his smile is one of my most favorite things, so who the fuck am I to complain?

As we sit, I pull the basket closer, proceeding to empty the contents, grabbing the beer first, cause I know a God damn toast is in order here. I hand one to an already drunk-on-life Edward.

He smiles widely, his fingers a little shaky as he grips the neck of the bottle. His damp eyes dart frantically between the bottles and my face, making me sigh happily.

My heart swells knowingly, just simply realizing how far we've come and how much we've come through in the last couple of days with the help of one awesome, kick-ass, Mrs. Sally Sweeney.

As our bottles tap, I giggle excitedly before proudly announcing, " To us, babe."

He smiles widely before adding, "To us." Then his grin grows even wider before continuing, "And let's not forget the boys."

Shit! How could I? Wow, boys. Our two sons. Smiling like a fucking madman, I concur. "To us and the boys."

Finishing up the sandwiches and fruit, I pack the trash back in the basket, not wanting to leave a mess behind, and needing to make sure we bring it back to the house with us. I grab two more cold beers, handing one over to Edward as he gazes deep in thought across the lake.

He sits straight, knee's bent, forearms leaning lazily on them, his beer now dangling from his long, lean fingers as he swings it playfully to some music beat he's got going on in his pretty little head. My boy's lost in deep thought, humming contently to himself, and God knows the sight of him relaxed and excited couldn't make me any happier right now.

"What ya thinking, sweetness?"

He glances back at me over his shoulder, his eyes sparkling with mirth and excitement, reminding me of my old Edward, my carefree Edward, my peaceful Edward, my over-thinking-everything-but-loving-life Edward, my fuckhot gorgeous I-just-want-to-fuck-his-ass-right-now Edward. But mostly he reminds me more of my long-lost boy, and I grin widely in my beautiful husband's direction.

"Nothing much, babe," he replies as he raises an eyebrow at me.

"What?" I question him playfully.

Downing the last of my beer before lying back on the blanket, one arm across my chest, the other propping my head up so I can still make eye contact with him.

He twists himself, gulping the last of his own beer, and my eyes flicker lustfully at the sight of his Adam's apple bouncing with every swallow. I find I have to lick my lips as my God damn throat dries like the fucking desert just at the very sight of him.

Placing the bottle off to the side, he raises my arm, laying himself across me, his chest and face pressed tightly to me as he brings my arm up and over him. Keeping hold of my hand, playing happily with my fingers, both our wedding rings click as they touch, making my eyes dart to the noise and the sensation. The sun makes the platinum shine, and rainbows play around our entwined hands. My heart skips joyfully, knowing this is us - this is who we are - and this is who we'll always be - the best part of one another.

Raising my voice a little above a whisper, I inquire again, "So?" I lay my head back on the blanket, enabling me to run the fingers from my now free hand through his silky soft hair, asking him again in more of a hushed whisper... "Well, babe, gonna let me know what's going through that pretty little head of yours?"

I feel as his warm hand slips up under my t-shirt, causing my skin to tingle and goosebumps to dance upon it. As his fingertips travel along my ribs, his tone turns hushed and quiet, and I have to strain to hear him.

He sighs deeply, entwining the fingers a little tighter with mine before answering me. "They need names!"

It takes me a few seconds to catch up with his line of thinking. My eyes squint, darting from side to side, trying to figure him out. Then it dawns on me, and a long, gasping, "Ohhhhhhh!' releases itself from my lungs, making his hair flutter and sway as my breath dances across it; and in return, it tickles my nose, making me chuckle.

"You're right babe! They do, don't they?"

I swipe his hair off to the side before bringing my hand up, scratching the itch it was causing me, still laughing to myself as I feel his head bob on my chest from the vibrations.

Raising himself above me, he enables us now to be face to face. His fingertips still play on my ribs, as my fingers slide from his hair, down his head, wrapping them tight around the back of his neck pulling him closer. Our eyes slowly close before our lips touch tenderly. The tips of each of our tongues seductively play.

Pulling back, he eyes me in awe and pride, and I'm hoping he sees the same reflection in mine. He smiles widely before saying gleefully, "Sons, Jasper. We're going to have sons, babe."

Stealing the last of his words, I attack his mouth with the utmost of passion.

Trying to contain my excitement and joy, he pulls back, breathlessly panting into the air, releasing the most glorious laugh, and with ease, I join him.

We lay quietly for a few minutes, each of us caught up in our own musing. It's gotten to the point were we are now breathing in unison. Our chests contract and expand to the same beat and rhythm, making me sigh contentedly as I think to myself. How the fuck so much has changed in our lives in the last year.

Thinking back, I remember the God damn fight that started the whole fucking thing in the first place, and how stupid and hard headed I was for fighting it, how reluctant I was just to listen to Edward's side of this fucking story, how, like a two-year-old, I wouldn't give him a chance to explain; now wanting to kick my own ass for being such a douche.

Then the time we spent apart, what the fuck was I thinking? It was only a few days, but it felt like a fucking lifetime. I was lost without him. I was in limbo when he wasn't by my side. The only good thing to come out of it was my ability to think things through and grow the fuck up for once.

Don't get me wrong, every chance I get, I will still act like a fucking two-year-old, but what I've learned over the last year is that I can do that from time to time, and Edward, God bless his little soul, will let me. But there comes a moment when you have to step up to the plate and be a grown up and make the big hard decisions. And what I've come to realize is with Edward by my side, those decisions can be painless, and sometimes worth the fight and wait.

Like the decision to have a baby. Who the fuck would have thought that I, Jasper Hale-Cullen, bad ass and hot head, would ever be having a kid. Not me, that's for sure. I didn't want it. I fought it every step of the way. Didn't want to give up myself - didn't want to give up my freedom to come and go as I please - not wanting to give up having Edward all to myself when-ever and where-ever I wanted him. 'Come on, don't act surprised, people. Ya'll know, and I've told ya's from the start what a selfish bastard I can be.'

Then the decision was made, as my over thinking fuckhot husband explained and re-explained to me in detail what this would mean for us as a couple and our future, and only in the way that my Edward could. 'Cause we all know he's so fucking charming, he could sell swamp land in Florida. Let's face it, people, if he was a fucking straight guy, you women would never stand a chance the boy would be a man whore.' And with that, I was sold and a baby was made. Wow.

Then the fuckery with Volturi happened. Cause fuck knows he just felt the need to stick his fucking dick in my God damn beer, the bastard! And yet another decision had to be made. My biggest fear finally came to life. Did Edward not love me anymore? Did he finally realize that I was a total fuck up and decide I wasn't worth his energy, so he had to kick me to the curb, only to find what he needed in someone else? But it didn't take me long to come to the conclusion of Hell to the fucking no! He didn't fall out of love with me, he was dragged out. So I had to find him and bring him home.

Then I found another decision had to come into play, maybe one of my biggest and most serious ever. Should Volturi live or die? Believe me, if I was thinking for myself, I know which one I would have chosen. But no, this wasn't just about me anymore, so I had to make a grown up decision, and the right one for that matter. His God damn sorry ass life was now in my hands. But really I knew I had to let him go; I couldn't have lived with myself, knowing I took someone's life away from them, even though that is what he tried to do to me by taking Edward in the first place.

But thinking back, I couldn't have been the husband to Edward that I needed to be, and I could never have been the father to our children that was expected of me if I'd have let my animal instinct take over. The act alone would have consumed me for the rest of my life, and I would have been one unhappy shell of a man, not worth shit to anyone.

Then came one of the easiest decisions I ever had to make, repairing Edward and me, giving us a chance to become whole and one again. Believe me, people, it just might have been easier to walk the fuck away and leave this fuckery behind me. But no - never - not me. I was not giving up on us. Edward needed me the most, and if truth be told, I have always needed him. So fighting for us, coming out kicking and clawing was not an option. I had to do it, even if it killed me, and let's be honest, it nearly fucking did.

And now here we are, lying in the sun in the most beautiful of settings, a cool lake breeze to dampen our skin and clear our heads, enabling us to make one more important decision, what to name our sons. 'Fuck! Sons.'

I'm taken out of my musing as Edward stares above me. Releasing himself from my hold, he sits up straight, crossing his legs Indian style, facing me, tucking his hand up under my shirt and gently rubbing my belly and abs where he once lay.

My eyes land on the wonder that is him. Don't get me wrong, I still see it, and sense it from time to time. He has a battle going on in his head, and he fights it every second. His mind wanders and his eyes darken, but now, as quick as it comes, he releases it somehow, to somewhere. 'The boy's a trooper, I tell ya. A trooper he is.'

I think, like me, he has come to realize that we are who we are, no matter what, and nothing has or will change for us. We love each other as much, if not more, today as we did yesterday, and those oh so many years ago, so I think we both are now at peace, knowing that we have one another and always will.

And as I feel his fingers play across my skin, making my eyes flutter closed, I hear his velvet voice inquire.

"So! Any ideas, Jasper?"

My eyes open slowly, lost in the feel of his skin touching mine, thanking all that is holy for his tender touch, remembering not long ago how I thought I would never have his hands on my heated flesh again. So I smile widely in his direction, giving myself a moment to think of an answer.

"Well, I have one boys name that I've been bouncing around in my head, but as for a second name, I have no idea, if I'm being honest with ya, babe."

He smiles widely before questioning. "Well! What is it then? Spill!"

I grin in return before answering, "I like, and always have liked, the name Branden. It's a manly name. I can see him grown, I think it's Irish, but I'm not really sure, but still I like it."

His eyes widen. "Wow! babe."

I eye him somewhat sternly. "Wow? What? You don't like it? You don't think it would be a good name for our son? You hate it, right?"

He grabs my face, pulling it towards him, a cheesy ass grin upon his, before replying.

"No! No! That's not what I'm saying. I love that name; it's one of my favorites, has been for a long time. My father has a cousin with the same name, and I've always thought it interesting, and yes, babe, it's very manly. I could definitely see our son named Branden."

I smile in return. "Branden Hale-Cullen. Yup! sounds good to me, sweetness."

"Me too, babe. Branden Hale-Cullen sounds perfect."

He changes position again, swinging himself around, laying his back flat on the blanket and the back of his head on my belly.

I bring both my hands up to tuck them under my head, but before I get a chance, he grabs one, placing it in his hair, silently asking me to massage his scalp. God he's such a spoiled little brat! Maybe I'm not the only one who's going to have some trouble sharing in this relationship. The thought makes me giggle, cause I'm sure we'll work it out. We always do.

He sighs deeply, making me a little concerned, so I question him.

"What, babe? What's wrong?"

He brings his hands to his face, rubbing it frantically, then runs his fingers through his fuckhot hair, grabbing my hand in the process, folding all three behind his head before he continues.

"One down, now one more to go. We do have another son to think of. We can't leave him without a name now, can we?"

"Shit! No we can't, sweetness. Whatcha thinking? Got any more manly man names up your sleeve we can use?"

He takes a deep breath before answering, "No, not off the top of my head, but I know it can't just be any name. Just like his brother, he will have to stand alone and be his own man, so it will have to be a good name, a strong name. Hey! Maybe another Irish name, if we can find one, you know, give them something in common."

So we're lost deep in thought for a few more minutes, listening as the leaves sway above our heads, cause the wind has taken a new direction. I can hear the water lap against the bank, birds sing in the branches, reminding me of the fact that no matter what, life goes on.

I smile, cause in this peacefulness, I can practically hear the wheels turning in his pretty little head, and the teeth chewing the bottom lip ain't helping much either. Once again, my boy is thinking and rethinking everything. And still after all these years, it baffles me.

I couldn't imagine being that lost in my own head, I really think I would go nuts.

Then he whispers, "Blain."

I answer, somewhat confused and a little angry, "Blaine! Ain't that a girl's name, hon? No son of mine is having a God damn girly name, Edward. I won't let you do that to him. Is it not bad enough the boy's going to have two gay fathers? We have to double the blow and give the poor boy a fruity name. Hope the fuck your willing to clean his ass up every day when he comes home from school with the shit beat out of his little butt. I'm guessing it'll be lucky for him he'll have a doctor for a father"

Edward starts laughing hysterically, pissing me off just all the more, making me sit up straight, knocking his sorry giving-our-son-a-girly-name ass off of me.

He twists now on all fours, still with the look of amusement on his sorry girly-giving-name ass face.

I stare at him, squinting my eyes, pouting my lips, letting him know that in no fucking way is our son having a God damn girly name.

"No! babe, not Blaine, it's Blain. There's is no E at the end. Blain is another Irish name in my family. Can you please remind me when we get back home to show you the picture I have of him. He's huge, babe! A big, burly-ass guy, a bit like Emmett. Nothing girly about him whatsoever. I promise you, our son will be fine with the name Blain. Blain Hale-Cullen. What do you think?"

I ponder it, throwing it around in my head for a few. "Branden and Blain Hale-Cullen. Huh!"

"Yes, babe. Branden and Blain Hale-Cullen. You have to admit they do have a certain ring to them, don't they?"

I close my eyes, giving myself a second. Fuck! This is so real right now, I don't think I can take it all in. But as I let myself relax and fall into the moment, I let it all sink in, and as I open my eyes slowly, I see Edward - my Edward, my beautiful, amazing, wonderful boy - looking back at me with the most excited eyes and the awesomest of grins, and all I can do is smile right back at him, nodding my head in agreement, making him smile even wider.

"Branden and Blain Hale-Cullen it is then. But so help me God, Edward Hale-Cullen! Anything happens to our son for the sake of a girly fucking name, then there is nowhere you can hide, cause I will find you and make you pay."

His laughter rings out joyfully, making my ears hum. Fuck! I love that sound. Then without warning, he pounces, and he's on top of me before I even have a second to think, kissing every piece of skin he can find or his lips can come in contact with, making me laugh in return, making my heart skip with joy and pride. And lets face it, people, 'as ya all know,' making me very fucking God damn horny.

So as quick as he starts it, I'm as determined to finish it, and I have my hands in his pants so fast, it makes his head spin, causing him to yelp.

"What the heck, babe!" he squeals.

Releasing him somewhat reluctantly from my hold, I feign innocence, looking at him as cutely as I can possibly muster in my lusty state; and yes, you know it, people, my dimples and all come out play, cause I know the boy's got a weakness for the dimples. He always has.

He eyes me warily, and somewhat guardedly, making my heart sink at the thought of him once again putting an end to our playtime, painfully thinking that we're about to take two steps back, after all the work to make the leaps and bounds forward. His eyes dart eagerly between mine and my mouth, as I watch in amativeness as his pink tongue seductively swipes and dampens his plump bottom lip. And then in awe and excitement, I feel as his fingers struggle with the button and zipper of my jeans and his dark eyes start to sparkle with desire.

I close my eyes to the sensation as I feel his warm, lean fingers wrap and fold gently around my overly-eager hard-as-all-hell cock, making me gasp in delight. Which in turn makes the fucker giggle. 'Yeah! you heard me, people, the fucker giggled like a girl. At me! Jasper fucking Hale-Cullen. Oh, I'll show his sorry ass.' And with that, we're separated, and I have his shirt up and over his fucking head before he can utter a God damn word to stop me. Who's giggling like a girl now! Fucker!

Giving our surroundings one last glance, I'm on him, my hands wandering his firm chest and abs, feeling his flesh goose-bump beneath my now slightly sweaty-with-nervous-tension palms. I let the tips of each digit dig into his skin playfully, causing his breath to hitch and my name to fall lustfully from his lips, and in return, making my heart skip and my grin widen as I smile into the soft skin of his neck, just below his jawline, hearing him sigh contentedly.

I feel him finally relax under my touch as I lay him back on the blanket. Gazing lustfully down upon him, he smiles wide, his skin flushed and clear, his eyes dark and excited. His lips part as small gasps of air release from his lungs in excitement and his chest heaves in response to my manipulations. And let's face it, my awesome seduction skills. And for the first time in what seems like forever, it causes me to have to make deep direct eye contact with him. My chest hurts, dreading what I might find there, but hoping to see what I have maybe in the past taken for granted. I long to see him need me, want me, and, above all, love me like his life depended on it.

And when my eyes fall upon him, he does not disappoint. The sight of him makes me stop and think, having to wait and ponder, needing to quickly upload an old memory, remembering fondly and somewhat excitedly that this is my Edward horny, this is my Edward wanton, this is my boy totally and irrevocably in love. And right fucking now, I couldn't be any fucking happier.

Suddenly and without warning, I'm flipped, now lying on my back as I watch in shock and bewilderment, as a very amused and cocky Edward looks down upon me, once again giggling. Fucker! He really needs to cut that out.'

He takes a deep, staggered breath before placing his moist soft lips tenderly against mine. It's slow and passionate, sweet and aspiring, sliding his tongue between my lips. And without hesitation or delay, they part, granting him entrance. The smooth texture of its length explores the damp heat of my mouth. My hands roam the contours of his strong back, leading them up and over his shoulders.

A soft, barely audible moan escapes my lungs once my fingers slip into his soft hair, as I somewhat desperately but eagerly scratch his scalp and slightly tug on its ends. He groans deep and hard, making me whimper in anticipation.

We're lost and falling. The sensation delights and overwhelms me. My head spins as my chest tightens, feeling his long warm fingers slip shakily between the opening in my jeans again, and down the front of my briefs. My breath hitches and his name falls from me nervously, but wantonly.

"Shi...Shit! Ed...Edward. Fuck! Babe."

As I nervously fold my hand around his, squeezing tight, I'm battling in my mind, wondering if I have the strength to let this continue, just to maybe be kicked in the teeth within seconds.

He presses his face to my neck, and I feel his hot breath fan my fevered skin as he whimpers knowingly but lustfully.

"Jassssssssssper please! I need to do this. I really need this! Please, babe."

I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. It's been a while since Edward's taken the lead this much. Don't get me wrong, the boy's utterly fucking hot when he does, and a genius with the things he can come up with. But the thought of him automatically retreating scares the living shit out of me still. I'm a little wary. I really don't know how much more rejection my heart can take. But I find myself fighting the urge to monopolize this experience, wanting to let him know and understand that I can and do trust him and his judgements. So I let myself go, I let my mind wander to our better - carefree - untroubled and lighthearted times, making me relax and hand over total control to my beautiful excited boy.

His fingers tighten around my length, and the sensation causes my breath to stagger and get caught in the back of my throat. My heart skips as I gasp, feeling the pad of his thumb circle the thick head of my aching cock. I'm wet and wanton. Fuck knows I'm always wanton.

My eagerness engulfs me as I buck desperately into his awaiting palm and fingers, feeling him batten securely around my dick as I shamelessly fuck his hand.

I whimper childishly as he releases his hold, but then his eagerness shows as he frantically grabs and pulls at my jeans, pushing them down and away, wanting better access to my body. 'I gotta show my support and let him know I have his back, cause, people, we all know that's how I roll.' So I find myself eagerly kicking off my boots, determined to be able to have my jeans removed in mere seconds if need be.

We're stumbling and fumbling like teenagers, the antics taking me back to the carefree days off our youth, being in his childhood home, rolling around in that little ass bed of his. When times were easier and we couldn't get enough of one another, nearly killing each other in the process. The thought excites me, the memory causing my skin to tingle and my heart to pound dramatically in my chest, as I feel him once again wrap his fingers around my cock.

Holding on for dear life, I join him in his manipulations, folding my own hand with his. As he gently starts to stroke me, his thumb once again swipes the head, spending the pre-cum and making me moan harder and deeper.

My head is spinning and my heart is pounding, heaving in my chest. I'm finding it hard to stay in the moment.

His hand is hot and slick, his fingers squeezing in all the right places, making me fuck them shamelessly, making my body beg for more and my eyes close as lust and desire take over. And then in surprise - and a little fucking shock, if I'm being honest - his mouth is on my ear, roughly sucking on the lobe and licking the outer rim, his warm, damp breath catching my hair and making my skin tingle. And that's when I hear his breathless strained voice inquire, "You like fucking my hand, don't you, Jasper?"

The question steals my breath, and causes my heart to race wildly. A nod of my head into his shoulder is my only noticeable answer.

Then I feel his teeth nipping and biting playfully, feeling them pinch against my skin, making me groan with excitement as I eagerly squeeze his fingers tighter around my dick, making myself whimper breathlessly.

"Edward! Yes. Please baby. Fuck me! Wow. I need to come!"

I'm pulled up short as he chuckles into my throat, and I realize joyously that my boy really wants to play.

Then he whispers huskily, "I'm not going to fuck you, baby. Not here-not now."

I groan childishly, and very fucking loudly.

Then his tone changes to one of playfulness. "Cause someone forgot to bring the lube, but that's OK! I won't point any fingers."

He squeezes my cock a little tighter, relaying that he is blaming me for that one, causing me to release a strangled "Yelp!" making him laugh to himself before continuing devilishly.

"But just so you know, I am going to send you on one hell off a wild ride, babe, so I hope you brought your floaties."

Thinking nervously to myself. Fuck me! What the hell have I started? And where the fuck did my nice, quiet, innocent boy go? And if ya give me a half an hour, I'll let ya know if I really want him back.

'Can't say I didn't warn ya'll! A selfish bastard, I am, plain and simple. Selfish!'

He's painfully slow, pressing and squeezing, making me squirm beneath him. My hand around his tries to quicken the pace, but he's having none of it.

He brushes me off. The boy has a plan in mind, and I'm guessing no matter what the fuck I do, he won't be changing it anytime soon.

As he pulls me tighter to him, rolling us on our sides, facing one another, I feel his hard cock slide up against my hand. It nudges at my fingers, and I feel his wetness glide over each of them. I release my hold reluctantly, as he does his, enabling his dick to lay side by side with my own.

The sensation sends bolts up my spine, the pressure of us being pressed together by his hand is driving me over the edge. My groans are loud as my body bucks with his, the heat and pleasure takes over and consumes me. My body shakes as my need for release grows tight in my thighs and belly. His name falls from my lips over and over. My hand finds his hair, pulling roughly, pressing our lips tighter and tighter. I can't fucking breathe - I don't want to fucking breathe - I want to fucking come - and as I'm about to be sent spiraling over the edge, my head ready to explode, he suddenly slows his pace once more, making me groan in frustration, and if truth be told, I'm a little more than pissed off.

Don't get me wrong, he doesn't stop. He just fucking slows, painstakingly bringing me back down. His kisses are softer as he leaves my lips and makes contact with my cheeks and throat. His breathing evens out and his fingers, though still pumping and playing, loosen around our cocks. My hand in his hair tries to direct him back to where his lips once were. I find myself frantically trying to hold on to the feeling off euphoria. We're pulling and pushing, I'm there - I want fast and hard. He's not - and wants slow and steady. Pissing me the fuck off even more.

Which leads me to revert back to being a two-year-old and fucking having to cry whine and beg.

"Edward Please!... Edward don't stop!... Please!" I fumble for his hand, trying to make him continue, but being the ass that my loving husband can be sometimes... he doesn't listen. Fucker!

I swear I felt a fucking tear roll down my face.

He leans back smiling, all flushed and panting. His eyes meet mine, making me calm my breathing, and stifle my whimpers.

Then suddenly the mood changes and something surreal takes over. The air around us is now thick and humid, and time seems to take on a new role, a slower role, a less urgent sense of expectancy.

I see it in his eyes, I feel it in his touch, he wants this moment to matter. He wants this time to mean more than just us fooling around. Like me, Edward needs normalcy. And if I can do nothing else to make him feel complete, I can surely give him this.

So with understanding, trust and a little grace, he moves slowly down my body, his lean fingers pulling at the hem of my shirt, freeing me from it and throwing it off to the side. His chest slides with mine as he lays his body on me, his lips attacking my hardened nipples, squeezing one gently between his thumb and finger as he tenderly sucks and noisily slurps at the other. My back arches into him. A deep moan, rolls from my chest, escaping my lips in a strangled gush as his teeth clamp down hard on my piercing, tugging it roughly.

"Fuck! Edward...I..I..Fuc..Ed..." My belly tightens as he drags his thick tongue over the now stinging nipple, causing my breath to catch in the back of my throat. I have to close my eyes to the overwhelming satiation attempting to devour my soul. And who we kidding? Nearly making me fucking cum right then and there.

His tongue continues its journey, lapping at my abs, nipping stormily at the taut skin around my muscles. My flesh ripples and goosebumps appear under his touch as my muscles dance with every lick and bite he makes. He's sure to leave marks, but at this moment, that's the least of my worries.

His tongue and teeth are sending the most amazing tingles through my body, making my cock harder, if that's even God damn possible.

I'm nearly there. I'm very close. I feel cum dampen my hip and groin as he strokes me leisurely, making me whine like a girl, hoping to all hell that he gets sick of listening to me bitch and quickens his pace. But in the good old fashioned Edward way, he doesn't. 'The boy is fucking evil, I tell ya! Evil.'

And as I'm caught up in the power surge from the electricity running through my skin and muscles, it takes me a second -'now mind you, just a second' - to realize that my dick is now in his hot, moist mouth.

I raise my head, needing to see, wanting to witness for the first time in what seems like an eternity, Edward's mouth and beautiful plump lips wrapped seductively around my cock. And as per usual, the sight never fails to amaze me. The sun is catching his hair in all the right spots and his skin is flushed and glistening with a slight sweat, and, oh my gravy! His deep, dark forest greens are staring right up at me - right though me - right into my soul. So what the fuck do I do? I cum. 'Yeah! You heard me!" I fucking cum, quicker than the energizer bunny on crack.

Throwing my head back on the blanket with a hard thud, I raise my hand to my eyes. I'm pissed - I'm angry - and if truth be told, a little fucking embarrassed. What the fuck! What am I? A teenager?

But as I lay caught up in my own shame and disappointment, I feel Edward continue. He doesn't miss a beat. His tongue drags over me, licking me clean, and sending shivers up my spine. His warm fingers rub my thighs massaging them tenderly as they slide behind me, grabbing my butt cheeks. I feel as my flesh bends to his will, and within seconds, my heart starts racing again and my breathing quickens.

He's licking and kissing, biting and nipping, and amazingly my spent body, though tired and limp, still responds to his manipulations.

He's between my legs, his lean fingers down the back off my jeans, cupping my ass. Then I feel him pulling and tugging frantically. The boy's a madman and acting like a lunatic, desperately trying to remove the offending clothing.

Trying my best to help him out, I raise my ass off the blanket as he leans back, releasing me from my denim prison. He huffs loudly, his eyes bright and excited as I smile back up at him. Then in the same instant, and in a flash, my boxers are gone, joining my jeans and t-shirt on the grass beside our blanket.

I gasp in awe and excitement as Edward chuckles above me. It takes me a second to realize that I'm lying there naked and hard. 'Yep hard! the boys a gem.' But as I give our surroundings one quick glance, content in the fact that we are alone, and the view from the house is obstructed by the large trees, and that there is no way in hell that a certain nosy Mrs. Sally Sweeney could ever see us, even if she tried, I start to relax, laying myself back, cockily folding my hands behind my head, just waiting patiently for the festivities to commence.

Then I watch excitedly as Edward leans forward. His eyes darken and his smile widens as he nonchalantly places his hands under my thighs, lifting them easily and pushing them in towards my chest.

That's when I get it. That's when what's about to happen next dawns on me, and my fucking belly starts doing flips. 'OK! Let's face it, more than flips, I feel like I have the whole fucking Olympic gymnastic team in my stomach.' Cause as my breath catches in my throat, I feel his long, hot tongue travel painfully slow between my ass cheeks as his fingers tighten around my thighs, causing the loudest moan that I have ever heard release itself from my lips.

"Ohhhhh...My Go...God..Ed...Edward!...What the fuck!"

He hums contentedly into my flesh, sending shock-waves throughout me, causing me to buck up onto his face as his thumb glides over my entrance pressing down roughly then with a slight swipe massaging it gently. I'm lost. I'm falling. My skin can't take it -goosebumps invade every inch as shivers run rampant up and down my spine.

My senses are on overload, and I'm panting crazily as my heart feels like it's fighting to free itself from my chest. I'm trying to hang on. I'm trying to gain some control, but I can't. I'm finding it hard to breathe. I'm finding it hard to think. And I'm finding it hard to stay in the moment, as my body gently convulses and my fingers claw at the blanket, then at his hair, then back to the blanket. I feel like I'm stuck in a tidal wave, drowning in its strength and power, finding myself praying to all that is holy that I didn't forget to bring my floaties, cause right God damn now, I think I need them.

And as his hot tongue dampens my puckered skin, the tip of his thumb gently glides into me, causing me to buck eagerly, taking him a little further, pushing him a little deeper. I hungrily scream, having to bring my hand up to muffle my noise and stifle my cries of passion, frantically trying to find my mouth unable to place it, having trouble keeping even one coherent thought in my head. The sounds of licks and slurps echo in my ears as the pounding of my heartbeat causes pressure behind my tightly closed eyelids. My whole body is on fire with lust and excitement and as I feel the tip off his thumb hit where I've been wanting it to be for what seems like forever. Once again and without warning, I exploded.

My head hits the hard ground with a thump as my shaky weak legs fall like wet spaghetti to each side of Edward's body. I'm finally able to open my eyes as I feel his hot panting breath on my skin. I see him raise above me, his eyes bright and his smile wide. The fucker looks so smug! But right now, he has every reason and right to be. I pull him to me, attacking his mouth, sucking his tongue into mine, as my hand slips between us, grabbing him a little rough and hard, trying desperately to bring him his release and hopefully make him feel as satisfied as I do at this moment.

And as we kiss passionately, not able to get enough of each other, our lips, teeth and tongues meet and rejoice. He whispers my name, and I follow with his. He moans shakily, I groan deeply. Our bodies are hot and flushed; our breathing is staggered and strained.

My hands slide over him. Sweat and cum combine to help me manipulate my movements on his body. And as my fingers tighten around him, easily gliding up his length, I feel him pulse and cum as his breath catches a hushed but powerful "Jassssssssssssper" releases from his poor, swollen lips, making me grin like a fucking crazy person.

We wallow in our bliss for a few moments, limbs entwined, faces in each other's shoulders, calming our breathing and steadying our heartbeats. He pulls back, making me whimper slightly, causing him to smile. And as his beautiful face gazes upon me, he whispers.

"Jasper, you will always be the best part of me, I love you!"

My grin widens and my dimples show as I answer him happily. "As you are the best part of me, and always will be."

Reaching for the basket, I grab the cloth napkins folded in the bottom, trying my best to clean us both off, hoping to remember to throw them in the wash with our own clothes later. The air around us is lighter as we both redress, minus shoes and socks, and lay back curled into each other. Our eyes meet, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I see it - I see us - I see what we are, and what we can become. And as my heart grows, my breath catches, unable to take it all in, unable to download and process all that is running through my mind.

Then he whispers shyly. "Jasper, there is a better part of us, you know!"

I raise my eyebrow in his direction questioningly. "Huh! What? How?"

And as we both stare at each other, it dawns on me, and gleefully in unison, we announce, "The boys!'

We both smile widely and I whisper. "Brandon Hale-Cullen."

He kisses my lips tenderly, stealing my words, as he whispers. Blain Hale-Cullen."

I run my fingers lazily through his fucked up hair, happily caught up in my musing. I hear a phone ring, and not just any phone, it's Edwards phone, so I eye him sternly. His eyes dart between mine and the basket, a nervous grin upon his lips. But as he glances in my direction one last time, I smile, letting him know, hoping he understands that the no phone rule is pretty much blown, so to speak, out off the water.

He sticks his fingers in the basket, fussing around, poking and prodding. His eyebrows rise and a sly grin takes over his beautiful face when he finds the ringing offender. He eyes, it then looks at me before answering, "Hello, Rose! How are you? Is everything OK?"

He eyes me widely, then returns his attention back to his call.

"Yes, Rose, he's right here. No! No! He doesn't have his phone on him; he didn't bring it. No, Rose! He's not screening his calls. Yes! I'm sure of that, Rose. He would never do that to you. You're his sister, and he loves you more than life, sweetie."

He looks at me in awe, and a little shocked, I can hear Rose go off. She sounds frustrated and a lot pissed.

'Yes, Rose, I'll put you on speaker. Give me a second, hold on."

Then he places the phone on the blanket, staring up at me, confused.

So to ease his nerves, I join in this conversation. "Hi, Sis! How are you? Whats up, babe? Why are you panicking?"

Her strained and worried voice comes back at us, making me feel somewhat guilty at being pissed at her for bothering us at such an intimate moment. It's not like she knew. But really she should have, she knows me like she knows the back of her own hand.

"I'm not panicking, Jasper! I was just worried when you didn't answer your phone."

"Well OK! Sweetie, I'm here now. Sorry for worrying you; that was not my intent. So! Whats up? Is everything OK? Shit!...Sis!... is Mama OK?"

I hear her take a deep breath and my heart stops. Edward reaches for me and I grab his hand like my life depends on it, and at this moment it does.

"Rose? Rose? Rose! please answer me. What the hell is going on?"

"Jasper, calm the hell down will ya? God your such a drama queen sometimes. Mama is fine; she's in the kitchen preparing dinner, and, oh yeah, she sends her love and kisses to you and Edward. Anyway, down to the more important stuff and the task at hand, my reason for calling you and bothering you while your away on a dirty weekend with your lovely husband. This call has got to do with me."

I stare at Edward and he shrugs his shoulders in my direction, raising his eyebrows in confusion as I mirror his actions with the same moves.

"OK, Sis, so what is it? What trouble have you gotten yourself into now?"

I hear her sigh deeply then she rushes out her answer on one hurried breath, faster than I can even keep up finding myself only catching every other word.

"Emmett...marry...aisle..."

I close my eyes, giving myself a moment, sucking air through my nose and releasing it out my mouth before returning to my sister and her oh so Rose-like conversation.

"Rose hold on a God damn minute! I can't make out a word you're saying. Can you repeat yourself, and this time treat me like I'm a two-year-old and explain it to me slowly."

"Jasper, sweetie, you are a two-year-old! But for right now, I'll humor you and go slow so you can keep up. Emmett has asked me to marry him, and I want to know if you will do me the honor off walking me down the aisle, dearest brother of mine."

Edward squeals like a fucking girl and Rose decides to join him, as it takes me a second to process what she just said. Then I see Edward stop and stare, and for some reason, everything goes silent and I look at him, confused, and he stares between me and the phone.

I raise my eyebrow at him questioningly. As he whispers. "Aren't you going to answer her, hon? She's waiting for your blessing."

And then it dawns on me. Shit! I've left her hanging, shaking my head, regaining some control, I answer proudly, "Oh my God, sweetie, I am so happy for you, and yes, of course I will be honored to walk my beautiful sister down the aisle. It will be my pleasure to share your amazing wonderful day."

I hear her sob quietly as she whispers into the phone. "Thank you, Jasper. I love you so much. I...I wish...I just...well you know what I'm trying to say, but I'm happy that you will be there with me. Thank you again."

I know why she's sad. I know what's running through her mind. She would prefer her father to be the one walking her down the aisle, just like any other little girl that has dreamed of this day would. But because of me, she can't. Because he couldn't handle his only son being gay, she can't. Because he was an abusive bigot, she can't. And because our Mama divorced his sorry ass because he was, she cant. That makes it all the more my responsibility to make sure she has one of the most beautiful weddings a girl could ever dream of.

"I know, sweetie! I know! But don't you worry, it's all, good and we will be fine. And I promise I will not disappoint you. I'll do my best to make you proud."

I hear a gasp from the other end of the phone as she whispers sternly, "You listen to me, Mr. Jasper Hale-Cullen. You have never, and could never do anything that would disappoint me, and you have always made me proud. You are an amazing brother, a wonderful trustworthy friend, an outstanding and devoted husband, and you're going to be a fantastic father. So never let me hear the word disappoint leave your mouth again. And really, if truth be told, I couldn't wish for anyone better than you to walk me down the aisle, and I think I'll be the honoured one that day."

I feel the tear roll down my cheek as Edward' s soft fingers swipe it away before it hits my chin, I look at him and he smiles, nodding in agreement with Rose's every word, mouthing silently "I love you" into the air as I return his sentiment with an "I love you" and a shy smile.

Then I hear Rose cough.

"Jasper, I'm going to let you go. I have a lot to talk to Mama about. The woman is driving me nuts already, and it's only been a few hours." Then she whispers, "Please hurry home. I need you to save me."

Edward and I both laugh as we hear her huff on the other end of the phone.

"OK! Sis. Tell Mama we'll see her soon. We will be leaving in a day or two. Good luck and congratulations to you and Emmett. Oh! and by the way, tell the big guy we'll be having a talk when I get home"

She giggles her reply. "Oh, you leave him alone, Jasper. And don't be giving him a hard time. He will be your brother-in-law soon."

And as I stare over at Edward - my Edward - my beautiful boy and husband, my chest tightens as I remember what Emmett and I went through to bring him home safely.

"He will never be my brother-in-law, Rose." I hear her gasp worriedly, cause we all know the woman's unable to let me finish a fucking sentence. "Cause he's already my brother."

I choke back a tear as I hear her soft cry. "Oh... Jasper, thank you... I..I got to go...I'll see you both when you get home." Raising her voice a little, but still somewhat upset she inquires, "Wheres Edward?"

"I'm right here, Rose, Congrats to you and Emmett. Tell the big guy I send my love."

"I will, Edward, thank you. And we love you too, babe. Can't wait to see you guys when you get home. You both sound wonderful, and can I even or should I even dare to say rested?" We both laugh as I hear Rose join in. "Now take care and goodbye, guys. Love you both. See you soon."

And in unison, we say our goodbye's and the phone goes dead, and then there's nothing but silence.

Edward and I sit across from one another on the blanket, crossed legged, just staring and thinking, and, from time to time, smiling. He reaches for my hand and I entwine my fingers with his, both of us sighing deeply as I think to myself. Wow what a year, I love my fucking life.

A/N...As much as I'd always like to take the credit for being so witty the line " I came faster than the energizer bunny on crack" was donated by one off our Slash writer friends Mina Rivera and I'd like to give her a shout out and a big thank you...

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