EPOV

I was putting the final polishes and finishing touches on what I hoped would be the version of the new Femme site for beta testing when my phone rang. It was hard not to fist pump when I saw it was Bella's number on my phone. Ah, Cullen, you've got her coming back for more, I thought to myself as I pressed the answer button.

"Hey, babe, what's up?" I asked, saving my work.

"Just wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out," Bella shrugged. "Can I come over to your place? I just need to get some stuff together and I'll walk over…"

"Bella, you shouldn't be walking around by yourself," I snorted.

"There isn't a bus route that will get me closer to your place," Bella pointed out.

"I'm coming to pick you up," I told her, beginning the search for my car keys.

"It's not even dark outside!" Bella huffed.

"We need to look into getting you a car," I said. "Nothing fancy. Pre-owned. What do you think of Volvo's? They've got great…"

"Safety ratings. Yeah, I know," Bella snorted. "You and my dad both. Look, I can't afford it right now, okay?" I found my keys and headed out the door.

"I think my dad did open heart surgery on a car dealer," I told her. "I bet he could get you a good deal…"

"Drop it," Bella ordered me. "And you better not be driving while on your phone."

"Hanging up. Be there in a few," I nodded.

Bella was waiting for me outside her building with her overnight bag again. Though I was excited about the prospect of her staying the night with me again, I didn't like seeing her hanging outside her apartment building, on the street with no one around. I might have given her a mini lecture about personal safety, which was cut off when she pulled the tiny spray can of mace her father made her carry everywhere. I let the subject drop, not wanting her to spray it on me. I took Bella back to my place, ordered some pizzas for the two of us and then grabbed a seat next to Bella on my couch as she channel surfed. If someone had told me three months before that I would be cuddling with my hot girlfriend on the couch in my apartment while we waited for our pizza to arrive I wouldn't have believed them.

"You're awfully quiet," I said when Bella began flipping through the channels for the third go-round.

"Sorry," Bella said quietly.

"You upset about something?" I asked, worriedly. "Did you and Rose have a fight?"

"No," Bella shook her head. "Rose is pregnant." It took a minute for me to process what she had just said.

"Is Emmett with her?" I asked.

"Yeah," Bella nodded. "She's pretty upset."

"It's…its Emmett's right?" I asked nervously. Bella gave me an angry look.

"Why would you even think that?" Bella asked, harshly.

"Well, you said she was upset," I shrugged. "That's the only reason why I could think for her to be upset."

"She's upset because she's not ready for this," Bella replied. "She's scared. And she might have been concerned Emmett was going to leave her or something."

"She's met Emmett, right?" I snorted.

"That's what I thought," Bella rolled her eyes. "Anyway, she's freaking out and Emmett is trying to help her deal with the situation. I thought I'd clear out and give them some space to figure things out."

"How did Emmett take it?" I asked.

"He did a touchdown dance," Bella rolled her eyes.

"I could see that," I smirked.

"He's lucky Rose didn't see it," Bella snorted.

"So…what's the plan?" I asked her curiously. "I mean, for you since Rose and Emmett are working things out?"

"Well… if it wouldn't be too much trouble," Bella said, seductively biting her lip, "I thought maybe I could stay the night…just until they get things settled…"

"Stay as long as you need," I nodded. Bella grinned and leaned forward to kiss me.

We continued down that road until Bella's hands were roaming around my hair and I had her on her back on the couch, our hips grinding against each other, when my apartment buzzer went off, letting me know the pizza guy was in the lobby. I grumbled and had to adjust my pants as I walked over to let the lobby know to send him up with our meal. I paid the pizza guy at the door and then returned to the couch, setting the pies down just as Bella returned with drinks for the both of us. I smiled to myself, overjoyed to see the slightly domestic scene before me. I could honestly get used to having Bella make herself at home in my place.

Once we were situated on the couch, we gobbled down our dinner and Bella found some old movie that was on that she wanted to watch. I didn't particularly care for movies that didn't have aliens or lasers or huge explosions in them, but I was honestly paying much more attention to the fact that I had Bella cuddled up against me than anything that was on the screen. In fact, after about thirty minutes of cuddling with me and maybe a little running of my hands over her thighs, Bella wasn't watching the movie either. She was flat on her back on my couch again with my tongue down her throat and her hips grinding against mine. Sure, Bella was initially concerned about "pepperoni and beer breath," but It took only a few seconds for me to adequately convince her that I didn't care about it.

But, of course, the universe hates me. I had Bella's shirt about halfway off when my phone started to ring on the coffee table. I didn't want to answer it. I didn't care if it was someone offering me the CEO position at Apple or ComiCon calling, asking me to design that year's web page. No phone call was more important than finding my way into Bella Swan's Promised Land.

"You gonna answer that?" Bella panted as I continued working her shirt up her torso and my hand under her bra.

"No," I growled against her neck.

"What if it's important?" Bella asked as I ground myself against her.

"Not important," I muttered before going back to sucking on her collarbone.

"What if it's Rose?" Bella asked worriedly.

"She would have called your phone," I replied, desperately trying to get her shirt the rest of the way off.

"And what if it's Emmett?" Bella huffed.

"He can call back," I gruffed.

"Please answer it?" Bella pleaded. I groaned and sat up, reaching over to find my phone. I grumbled again as Bella sit up and pulled her shirt back on. The least she could have done was leave it off while I handled a boring phone call.

"Hello?" I grumbled, hoping I could get whoever was on the other line off quickly.

"Edward, sweetie," my mother's voice said cheerily, "I'm glad I caught you. I went ahead and decided to set myself up one of those Facebook account things that you and Alice have, but I've run into a bit of a snag…"

"Mom," I groaned, "I told you to do that when I had a chance to work through it with you…"

"I know, I know," Mom sighed, "but I was bored, your father got called in for an emergency surgery and Miss Priss is all tuckered out right now. She had a big day going on a walk. She pooped three times and then she went to the doggie spa to get pampered, so now she's getting her beauty sleep…"

"I promise, I'll help you set up your account this weekend," I assured her.

"Can't you do that magic thing where you get on my computer from yours?" Mom asked.

"I'm not remote accessing your computer to set up your Facebook account," I snorted. "What's the problem, anyway?"

"It's asking for my email address, but I don't know if I should give it my real one. It isn't a scam is it?" she asked.

"Mom, please, step away from your computer and forget about it until I can be there, okay?" I groaned. Bella had fallen into a fit of giggles by this point.

"If I didn't know better, Edward Anthony Masen, I would think you were trying to rush me off the phone!" Mom snorted.

"Please, Ma," I said, annoyed. "Can't we talk about this later?"

"Fine, fine," she said, "also, I'm going to need help selecting one of those profile photos. I don't want one that makes me look fat. Especially if your father's ex-girlfriends are going to want to like me or whatever it is…"

"Mom…" I began.

"Oh, I also looked up that slut Vera Schneck has one of these pages…" Mom continued.

"Ma, please!" I begged.

"… she has gotten fat. I mean F.A.T. fat!" Mom giggled. "I'm definitely going to show that picture to your father later…" Bella let out a snort, obviously able to hear the conversation. "What was that?"

"Uh…" I began.

"Edward, do you have someone with you?" Mom asked curiously.

"Yeah…uh… Bella's here," I murmured.

"Well, why didn't you say so!" Mom huffed. "Go on, have a nice time with her tonight…"

"Sure…" I began.

"And if the two of you are going to make love tonight, be careful," Mom warned. "You're just getting settled and I think it would do you both well to get a little more secure in your careers before having babies. Not that I'm opposed to grandchildren if they happen, though…"

"Goodnight Mom," I grumbled before hanging up. Bella was in a fit of laughter and I glared at her. "Are you happy?"

"Your mother is my hero," Bella informed me.

"I'm turning my phone off," I grumbled.

"Oh, come on Edward," Bella teased me. "You know your mother is a sweetheart."

"You just think that because she wants you to have her grandbabies," I snorted. "She's a major cockblock. Always has been."

"What do you mean 'always has been'?" Bella asked. I blushed bright read.

"Just… you know… when I was 13 it seemed every time I went into the bathroom and locked the door for some… quiet time… she was banging on the door within seconds asking me what I was doing and why I was taking so long in there," I blushed. Bella laughed even louder.

"Come on," I said, still embarrassed. "You never had to go through that with your dad, I bet. It's not fair."

"Actually, I think asking Charlie Swan to pick you up tampons on his way home from work far exceeds your mom trying to barge in your private time in the bathroom," Bella snorted.

"I think Charlie Swan purchasing tampons at the Save On in Forks tops either one of us," I laughed. "Do they have video footage of him in his uniform…?"

"I think he made them delete it," Bella snickered. "But your mom is getting on Facebook? I want to be there when you help out with that page."

"You think it's funny now, but when she's spamming you with pictures of her dog, invites to play twenty million games and asking you embarrassing questions about our sex life, then you're going to regret it," I huffed.

"That reminds me," Bella said. "My mother messaged me and said that she's pissed at you."

"I haven't even met her!" I said, panicked.

"I know," Bella nodded. "She's been Facebook stalking you and apparently can't find any pictures of your shirtless. She also wants you to remove your privacy settings. Apparently you blocked her friend request?"

"She sent it with a message that said 'hey their sexy' with a winky emoticon," I shivered. "I didn't know what to do. I deleted it as a natural defense response. Besides, isn't she married?"

"Yeah," Bella rolled her eyes. "To a guy that's like three years older than you."

"Hey, you should be glad your issue with your mom is that she's a cougar," I snorted. "Mine's just plain nuts."

"My mother is a cougar who is completely nuts," Bella scoffed.

"So, now that my mom has killed my boner do you want to go back to the movie?" I sighed.

"Oh, I'm sure I can fix that," Bella grinned at me with a sly smile.