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Day 17:

Thursday.

Edward

Edward could hardly hold back his humongous grin when he spotted that the door was missing to Rose's room. He leaned against the jamb. "What did you do now?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Rosalie cocked a brow. "I asked Dad to put me on the pill."

"I'm glad to hear that you did." Edward gave the missing door a once over. "But I can guess the answer to that one," he acquiesced.

"Actually, Dad said yes… Then he took my door off."

"Did you get tested, too?"

"Yup. All clear."

A sense of satisfaction bloomed in his chest. Rosalie seriously dodged a bullet. "So you've decided to be more careful?"

"Yeah. I'm changing a lot of things," she said quietly and looked down studying her fingers.

Edward heard the toilet in Rosalie's bathroom flush. Seeing the guy emerge Edward was glad that he was leaning against the wall for support. "Who are you?" He couldn't help but spit at the man.

The guy smiled broadly, clearly ignoring Edward's sharp tone. "I'm Emmett."

Edward couldn't help but give the guy the stink eye. He hadn't heard many positive things about him, besides Rose mentioning that he was possibly the father during her recent pregnancy scare. To top all of that off, a shiner was slowly fading around his left eye.

"How old are you?" Edward gaped, while taking in the size of the giant man. His temper was slowly starting to flare.

"Seventeen." A loud guffaw echoed through the room as the boy laughed and pointed to Edward. "He's funny."

"How long have you been seventeen?" Edward sharply interrogated the guy, who was taller and far more muscular than him, and was casually walking around his sister's room.

"About eleven months." The guy kept chuckling and tossed himself to the bed next to Rosalie. Edward narrowed his eyes at them.

"Rose, can I talk to you?" Edward hissed. There was no way that guy was staying in his sister's room, door or no door. He was the bane of Rosalie's debacle with their father, well at least one of them.

"Look, Edward, I told Emmett everything about what happened and it's okay. I was honest with him. Let me fix my own problems. I need to figure this out on my own." She looked briefly to Emmett, who was suddenly busy studying his Rosalie's bedspread with a contrite look on his face.

Edward nodded, while seeing the honor in what she was doing. Rosalie was taking responsibility.

"How did you get the black eye?" Edward asked Emmett to refocus some of the testosterone rolling around in his body.

"Standing up for my girl. Royce tried to put a hand on Rosalie, so I put a hand on him instead." Emmett's small but wicked smile curled at the corners of his mouth. "You should see the other guy."

"We're working this out," Rosalie interjected. "I made some huge mistakes, but I'm really trying and I want to be with Emmett and he wants to be with me. Can we just leave it at that for now, Edward?"

Rose's eyes were more earnest than he'd seen them in a long time. It was fairly obvious that she had learned her lesson and was going to make the best of what she had now. However, one thing stuck in Edward's head. His seventeen-year-old sister was brave enough to face the mess she had made, then he should man up too, right? Having this conversation with Rosalie only proved how dishonest he was being with a person that deserved nothing less than the truth from him.

Edward practically fell into his mother's embrace when he ventured out into the garden to find her. "What's troubling you, kiddo?" she asked, after taking a quick survey and giving her son a concerned look.

He pulled back. "Life in general."

"That big, huh? You want to talk about it?"

"I think I have, too." Edward sighed then sat down on the grass right where he stood. It took a while for the words that had been tumbling around in his head to actually escape his mouth. "I've developed very strong feelings for someone." Edward pondered if that was even enough to describe what was going on inside of him.

Esme smiled. "That doesn't sound so bad. I know it can be overwhelming, but it's a good thing, I think. Ben seemed like such a nice man."

"Yeah, he is." Edward admitted and his heart crumbled in his chest. He started to pick at the grass.

"Then why the long face, honey."

Edward peered up though his lashes. "Because it's not Ben." Esme's face was a look of utter surprise. "I don't know how it happened and I don't think I saw it because it came right out of left field. The person I have these feelings for is a woman, Mom." Esme blinked spastically. After a few moments, she sat down on the grass opposite her son. "Ben and I were doing really, really well, but then she comes waltzing in."

"Does Ben know?" his mother asked carefully.

"I told him about her. However, I also broke it off with him. I didn't seem fair to be with him when… you know." Edward shrugged, feeling the heavy weight of love and loss start to push him under again.

"So this woman, who is she?"

"It's Isabella." Edward couldn't help his smile. "I'm trying to be as honest as I can with everyone, but it is hard just keeping my head above water. Isabella doesn't know how I feel about her. Mom, what am I going to do? I know nothing about being in a relationship with a woman. I just… God, I am epically confused."

"Uhm…" Esme cleared her throat uncomfortably. "Well…" she hedged when it was suddenly clear to Edward what his mother thought he meant.

"Not the physical part," he groaned. "I'm not explaining myself very well. I was just speaking generally."

His mother took some time to carefully consider her son's words. "Would you want a relationship with her, if you could?"

"I think I do," Edward admitted.

"Well, all relationships are unique, but if it's about feelings, I guess it's not that different from what you're used to. Being in love, in my opinion, is about respecting and caring for the one you're with and I don't think that changes depending on the sex of your partner."

"Then here's the catch. I'm pretty certain I'm in love with her and that I want Isabella, but at the same time I might be in love with Ben too. I just don't know. I could leave Ben, but it hurts. It really fucking hurt to give him up, excuse the language, but the thought of turning my back on Isabella is abhorrent to me."

"Then, I think that's your answer, honey," his mother answered kindly, while reaching out grasping her son's hand. "Follow your heart, son."

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Should he follow his heart, or should he have stayed in the warmth and coziness of Ben? Tell me what you think.

I don't know about you, but I always had a soft spot for Esme, and I never thought she was in the story quite enough.

I asked you about fathers earlier, what about your moms? Do you get along with her? Do you go to her for advice?

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