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Disclaimer 1: SM owns all Twilight.

Disclaimer 2: I'm a snooze-pusher. I can't deny it, and I know I annoy people with it. But it's who I am, so accept me, baby.

The next day, Bella and I didn't really get to speak in the morning, with both of us running out the door trying to make it to work on time. I overslept, forgetting to set my alarm, and apparently she's a snooze-button presser. Her original alarm had been set for 6:30 A.M. It was 7:37 when she finally got out of bed.

The day had started off slow at the bar, but then became busier as the day went on. Apparently Tuesdays were a big thing at my bar.

Margarita Tuesdays. Meaning half off pitchers. Who would have thought?

I did at some point, I suppose. Or perhaps, I saw it in the future and realized it worked?

Thinking about these things made me dizzy. Which came first? The chicken or the egg?

Either way, Margarita Tuesday was very successful at Cullen's Pub. And Seth and I were on duty. Because apparently we knew how to hustle the older women.

"Edward, where is your beauty of a wife?" said a woman with piercing blue eyes and dark black hair. She was in her mid-fifties, I guess.

"She's working," I responded with a smile. These women were too easy.

"Oh, that is a shame. If I had you, I wouldn't want to be away from you at all."

I grinned. "Well, I suppose that's her loss."

As I said that, I suddenly knew why she was apparently so annoyed with my flirtatiousness with older women.

She giggled and slid me a twenty. "Be a dear and get us another pitcher." I nodded. "Oh, and keep the change, Edward."

I was a hustler, and it worked.

I winked and walked away. I headed to the bar to mix up a new pitcher when I heard a familiar voice.

"Bella is going to be so pissed at you, Edward." I heard a high-pitched voice say. I whipped around to see my little sister.

She looked…mature.

"Alice! You're so old!" I said as I hugged her.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she screeched in my ear. "I am not old! I'm not even thirty! You're the old one. And you're fat."

"Shut up," I growled. Apparently, I had a huge problem with being thirty.

Wait. I wasn't thirty, yet! I smiled in triumph and then frowned when I realized my birthday was coming up very soon.

"What's your problem?" Alice smirked. Her hair was shorter than I remembered. She looked tired…and happy. "Your pants don't fit anymore?"

"What is with the fat jokes?" I snapped. I discretely reached for my belt and tugged on it to make sure it wasn't too tight. I wasn't fat. All these stupid perfect celebrities made me feel fat. I had a fucking six pack. At thirty years old.

I was proud.

"Oh right, you're not fat," Alice dramatically smacked her forehead. "You're gay! With my future husband."

I rolled my eyes and made the pitcher for the cougar who gave me a fat tip.

I smirked at my own perverted thought.

"I knew it," Alice gasped. "You and Emmett always hit on Jasper and give him a hard time. I'm telling Bella…and Rosalie."

She pulled out her phone as I gave her a what-the-fuck look and added the liquors and stirred the pitcher.

"I'll be right back." I walked over and gave the table of older women their pitcher as they undressed me with their eyes. That's right. I'm sexy as fuck. And my hot wife thinks so, too.

When I walked back behind the bar, I felt my phone vibrate.

I don't know what I should more concerned about—that my husband is gay or the fact that he covers it by flirting with older women. –B

I cockily sent a text back.

You wish. –E

After I put my phone back in my pocket, I immediately received a response. I sighed.

That doesn't even make sense. Why are you so dumb? –B

I reread the text and realized my confidence got the best of me. It seemed to be a common thing. People reverted back to their adolescent tendencies when they were insulted by their siblings. My response was practically an insult to myself.

It's probably because I'm so good looking. –E

"Quit flirting with your wife!" Alice snapped. "I have a question for you."

Suddenly, she looked like the little girl I had grown up protecting. I quickly poured her a drink and slid it over to her.

"What's up?" I responded. Even though Emmett and I messed with Alice, she still had us wrapped around her finger. She wasn't the type of person to actually get upset over things. She threw fits from time to time to get her way, as every youngest child did, but she very rarely had a frown on her face.

"Well…I know I-," she shut her eyes and shook her head. "I'm just going to come out and ask it."

She was freaking me out.

"Was it hard…um…

I stood and stared at her to continue.

"You know what? I'm a fucking idiot coming here to your work asking you that." She shook her head again and frowned, changing the subject. Or I think she was changing the subject. I didn't know what she was talking about to begin with. "I pissed off Bella by being a crazy bride again."

I smiled imagining how pissed Bella was yesterday morning. "Why are you so stressed about this, Alice? It's supposed to be the happiest day of your life…well so far. I'd hope it would improve from there," I babbled waving Seth over.

"Take over, will you?" I asked, when he arrived.

He grinned. "Sweet! Mad cougar tips for me."

I motioned for Alice to follow me to a secluded booth. She sat down with her drink in hand.

"What's going on?" I asked. If it was fucking Jasper, I'd kick that kid's ass.

"I want it to be perfect. And…everything will be perfect, but…" She bit her lip and looked down.

"But what, Alice?"

"I…" When she looked up, her eyes were filled with complete…heartbreak. Her eyes began to water.

Yes, I'd have to kill Jasper. Nobody makes my sister cry.

"I wish Dad could be at my wedding."

Oh.

Eh...I choked up writing this chapter. I love older protective brothers. I have two of them (and two sisters as well)!

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-Bravery