Disclaimer: All the recognizable characters in this story are the property of the Twilight saga's creator and author, Stephanie Meyer. I only own this crazy plot of this story and are borrowing her characters because I'm a big fan. No copyright infringement intended.

A/N: Sorry for the delay folks. I remembered that I had something else very important to finish which had taken up a lot of my time-I'm still working on it, but thought to take a break from it since it's mostly all finished and release this first part of those Saturday morning POV's to you. Details about my other little project will be unveiled later.

I broke this up, originally wanting to put all three mornings in one long chapter for you all to read at once. However, I realized that with things still needing to be finished on my other work, it may have taken me longer to update this next chapter for you loyal readers, since I still needed to check over what I had written in those other two parts. This part was ready, so I figured, what the hell, just post it. I was already made a liar in some review replies when I unthinkably said that this chapter was going to post earlier than now. Of course, once I always make a promise like that, the inevitable happens and I get late, then I feel so bad.

So, here's just a little bit for you readers to keep you going until the next update. I hope you guys like it. Thank you for your understanding and patience with my update fails. I'm really trying to figure a way to work things out, so I can be better at updating.

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Chapter 26: It's A Beautiful Morning

Part 1

"Oh What A Beautiful Mornin'"

from the Oklahoma musical soundtrack

Oh what a beautiful mornin'

Oh what a beautiful day

I got a beautiful feelin'

Ev'rything's goin' my way

Saturday Morning...

~Edward and Bella's Morning~

EPOV

Considering that I had gotten home pretty late from the club, couldn't fall asleep right away, and my sleep was restless, I didn't know why the smell of coffee that happened to have wafted into my room awoke me, but it did. It felt like I had only been asleep a couple of hours, but as soon as that coffee smell assaulted my nose, I was suddenly wide awake. It must be some strong coffee.

I figured it had to Alice brewing some of that new-fangled coffee that she had recently discovered, but hadn't yet opened until now. I hadn't remembered ever smelling it before. As a writer that practically drinks coffee like water during a creative spree, I knew my coffee.

It would be just like Alice to be up so early, bright and chipper, ready to start off her day, and on a Saturday too, despite also having had a night out at the club with her girls. However, since she had left much earlier than my brothers and I, I'm guessing she got a head start on sleep. By the time we got home, she already seemed tucked into bed. It also made sense that Alice would be excited to get her day going, which would probably consist of spending the day in the kitchen prepping for tonight's dinner. Alice always did get overly excited when it was our turn for Saturday dinners.

Despite having a strong urge to return to sleep, the urge for a cup of that coffee had won out. I stretched and wiped the remaining sleep from my eyes and got out of bed. I had some work to do on my latest manuscript anyways, so it would be good for me to get an early start today. I can get some work done before dinnertime, since working would be a wash for the rest of the evening.

I found some sleep pants and donned it, not needing Alice to see anymore of me than necessary. I skipped putting on a shirt, since Alice had already seen us guys shirtless many times.

As I opened the door to my room and crept down the stairs, heading towards where the delicious coffee smell was emanating, I noticed that the house was eerily quiet. This meant that neither Riley or Emmett were awake yet; otherwise, the house would be a flurry of activity with those two up. Well, it was pretty early in the morning, and Riley and Emmett slept like logs, so probably not even the house smelling like a coffeehouse could stir them from their slumber. It just meant more coffee for me. I could probably use a few cups of the stuff.

Imagine my surprise when I saw long, gorgeous, bare legs that definitely didn't belong to my sister, peeking out from behind the fridge door. I moved around the island to get a better look, away from the obstruction of the fridge door, then was able to follow the length of the legs up to the curve of the most delectable derrière clad in lacy boy short panties which I could see just a hint of from under her shirt as she bent over looking for something inside the fridge. I knew exactly who that backside belonged to. That scrumptious rump had been haunting my dreams ever since I caught a glimpse of it at the gym.

Damn, I was instantly hard. I had never been more grateful for the crotch room that sleep pants offered.

I didn't know what she was doing here, but from the look of things, she had apparently slept over. Fuck, the object of every wet dream I've had since seeing her butt at the gym had been sleeping just down the hall from me and I had no idea. Oh hell, who am I kidding? I wouldn't have known what to do even if I had that knowledge.

I didn't know what I should be doing next. She obviously wasn't aware that I was in the kitchen with her just staring at her intently. I felt that I should go, run back to my room as if I was never there, but I was frozen in place. I couldn't stop staring and a big part of me wanted her to turn around so that I could thoroughly ogle her front side too. Hey, I was a guy and she was hot, especially like this, so I couldn't exactly help my thoughts.

Fuck me, she started wiggling her hips as she raided the fridge and every little wiggle was making me grow harder. I had to look down and make sure I wasn't tenting my pants. I wasn't, thank God, but I did have to adjust myself. I'm sure if my brunette lovely finally turned around and saw me with an obvious hard-on, that it wouldn't go over well.

While I was still debating within myself whether to go or stay and finally meet my brunette lovely, she turned around. She jumped slightly and gasped softly as she caught sight of me standing there. She almost dropped the cream in her hand, which was what I assumed she had been looking for in the fridge.

We locked eyes and for a moment both just stared at one another. I guess neither one of us knew what to say. I, admittedly, looked her up and down from head to toe and licked my lips in appreciation. I only barely noticed that she was actually wearing one of my old band tees. I don't know how the hell she got a hold of it. Wait, actually I did-Alice. It just had to be. I'd have to discuss it with Alice later. Right now all I could focus on was how my brunette lovely fucking looked good in my clothes-a little too good.

What the hell was Alice doing to me? I groaned inwardly.

I caught her eyes raking all over me and I had to smirk. I wondered if she liked what she saw. Hopefully she didn't notice the hard-on in my pants.

Her tongue darted out to lick her lips and then she trapped her bottom lip between her teeth, as her eyes turned downward to her feet. The most glorious blush covered her cheeks. It might've been the sexiest thing I ever saw on a woman. Her open hand flicked a bit of her long, brown locks, behind her ears and I had to stifle the next groan that was threatening to erupt from my lips.

This woman had me completely enraptured. Fuck, what was I going to do? I had to have her. I don't think I ever wanted any woman as much as I wanted her.

I definitely needed to have a talk with Alice about her lovely brunette friend. My dry spell had to end now.

BPOV

I had always been an early riser, no matter how late I went to sleep the night before. It didn't always bode well for my system, and to be perfectly honest, it actually sucked, but there's nothing I could do. As soon as I could feel the rays of daylight streaming from the windows, I was awake. Coffee was definitely my friend in the mornings.

I felt daylight and stirred from my sleep. I really didn't want to get up. I was so damn comfortable; however my eyes opened of their own volition and as much as I didn't want to be, I was awake. For a moment, right after I awoke, I was disoriented, not knowing where the hell I was, but seeing Alice next to me brought it all back.

We were at the club last night having the best time. It was actually the most fun I had allowed myself to have in the longest of times. I had been too busy being married to my work, building up my little bookstore, its name, and its reputation. I practically lived at my bookshop. Even though I had the best and most trusted staff and didn't need to be there all the time, I couldn't help myself. I needed to micromanage every little thing with the store. Because of that, I hadn't given myself time to enjoy my life, which was what Alice had been trying to change in me. It looks like she's been succeeding.

The hotties from the gym were at the club last night, and lo and behold, they turned out to be Alice's brothers. Because Bree, Rosalie, and I all had a little too much to drink, we had hatched out this crazy plan with Alice. She was going to help us get with her brothers, just as long as we didn't act over-eager, too interested, and just teased them now and then a bit. Okay, us girls could do that and since we could never really say no to Alice, we were putting our trust in her.

Apparently, Alice's brothers were playboys. They were used to women throwing themselves at them and had an easy time getting any women they wanted. Well, that was understandable-look at them. The Cullens had some great genes.

I'd seen attractive men before, even dated a few that I thought were very cute, but clearly none held a candle to my Edward. Edward was apparently the brother I was crushing on-the bronze-haired, sex god of my dreams.

It made me curious to see what their parents looked like. Since all of us would be having dinner tonight, I will get to see if the apple didn't fall from the tree.

I didn't know how dinner would go. I'm sure it was going to be awkward as hell, but the other girls and I were still excited to sit down and get to know our hotties better. Alice had told us very little, wanting us to find out more about them ourselves and come to our own conclusions.

Alice did ask us to play a little hard to get. She wanted her brothers to have to work for our affections, even though they were already the objects of our fantasies. She said that they'd already had it much too easy and it was about time they learned to actually woo a woman. That sounded reasonable and I certainly wouldn't mind getting wooed. So the girls and I agreed on a plan of action that I think we all could manage.

At least, I hoped I could manage sticking to the plan. It had been a long time since a man got my juices flowing and I honestly was just ready to throw myself at Edward's mercy.

That wasn't going to be a good idea. Then I'd just become like all of his past floozies he romped around with before. That didn't sit well with me. The thought of Edward's past floozies made my stomach flip-flop and not in a good way.

I giggled at the thought that he was just down the hall, probably still asleep, and had no idea that I or the others had slept over with Alice. That line of thinking, in turn, led to more dangerous thoughts, so I quickly shook myself out of them. Breaking into his room and immediately jumping his bones was no way to be playing hard to get.

I looked around to find Alice, Rosalie, and Bree were apparently still fast asleep. I envied their ability to sleep in. I needed some coffee. I was sure, Alice being the chef that she was, had to have some around in the kitchen, and probably the good kind. I crept slowly out of the room, not wanting to disturb them. It hadn't occurred to me to bother to get fully dressed.

As I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen, I noticed the house was very quiet. All of Alice's brothers were more than likely still asleep as well. Maybe that was a good thing. If they slept into the late morning, the other girls and I may just have a chance to sneak out of here and none of them would be the wiser. We could re-group and have our A-games at dinner tonight. Or at least I could re-group.

I remembered where the kitchen was from Alice's tour last night and started searching for the coffee. I hope the Cullen siblings didn't mind that I was rooting through their cabinets. I found what I was looking for, some delicious smelling, authentic, Brazilian coffee and it had not yet been opened. I was sure Alice wouldn't mind; she did tell us to make ourselves at home when we were here.

I started up the coffee maker and began brewing the coffee. The smell was amazing and it wafted all over the house, making the place smell like a real Parisian coffeehouse.

I needed cream for my coffee and rooted around Alice's massive fridge. Of course, she'd have several varieties and I needed to decide what kind I'd like to put in my coffee this morning. Seeing the fridge stocked to the brim, not usually the case at my place, also made my mouth water. I wondered if Alice would mind me helping myself to some breakfast.

I finally decided on which cream I'd try with my coffee and figured I'd mull over breakfast after a few sips. I gently closed the fridge door and turned around, unaware that Edward had been standing there silently watching me.

I startled a bit, gasped softly, and almost dropped the damn cream in my hand. That would've made a great first impression. I recovered quickly and for a moment just stood there, frozen.

He was shirtless and only wearing sleep pants. I couldn't help but rake my eyes over him. Of course, I'd already seen him half-naked, but I was still impressed. The guy was damn fine. I pretended not to notice the huge morning wood he was sporting in his pants, but seeing that definitely made my girly parts tingle.

I had to keep chanting to myself how it wasn't a good idea to just jump him. That would make me such a slut. But, damn, I couldn't help the effect he was having on me.

He smirked at me and I knew he caught me ogling him blatantly. Embarrassed by my indiscretion, my telltale blush crept upon my cheeks.

We started to speak at the same time and stammered through our introductions. I guess we were both caught off-guard.

"Hi, I'm Bella..."

"Good Morning, I'm Edward..."

We smiled at one another. We both looked away to compose ourselves.

I didn't want to make a fool of myself. I'm guessing neither did he.

"Nice to meet you," we said in unison and we both laughed. We couldn't meet one another's gazes after that.

Before any more words could come from our mouths, the coffee maker beeped that it was done and then a scream rang throughout the house. Confusion was evident on both our faces. We both headed upstairs to the source of the scream, the coffee and our awkward meeting temporarily forgotten.