*BPOV*
"I have to get up," I sighed regretfully from a tangle of naked limbs, shredded linens, and downy white feathers.
Edward's arms squeezed tighter around me. "You can't. I haven't had enough," he said with an uncharacteristic (and adorable) pout in his voice.
"Will you ever?" I countered with an amused smile, knowing how I'd answer the same question.
Edward didn't need time to consider this. "No. Not if I lived a thousand years," he relented softly, loosening his hold.
I gave him one last lingering kiss before stirring up a cloud of feathers that wafted lazily to the ground. Edward rolled over to his side and propped his head up on an elbow.
"That was incredibly thoughtful of you to reinstate breakfasts with Esme. She's thrilled, of course. But when I suggested it, I hope you didn't think I meant within hours of being changed!
"You're allowed to take some time for yourself to adjust before you go right back to being selfless all the time," Edward said pointedly.
I snorted. "You're the only one that thinks I'm selfless, Edward. Charlie doesn't think that, or Billy, or Jake, the rest of the wolfpack for that matter. Jessica, Mike, Eric, Tyler, Lauren definitely doesn't," I snorted again.
Several different emotions crossed Edward's face when I'd listed off all the people I'd left behind but he seemed to settle on amused.
"So you're a mind reader now, too?" he chuckled. Then he leapt out of bed to stand in front of me.
Before, it would have been a blur of movement, but now I could see the fluid movement of his body with perfect acuity.
His bare form made it quite obvious that he'd been telling the truth when he'd said he hadn't had enough. I could feel the stirrings of desire low in my belly, but I worked hard to ignore them.
The need I felt for Edward was not unlike the dry, intensifying burn in my throat. The longer I went without feeling his touch, the more I ached for it.
But I would need to learn to balance those needs if I wanted to keep up with the Cullens. I didn't want to be the weakest link any more than Jasper did.
Edward took my face between his hands. "Charlie thinks you hung the sky. Don't ever doubt that. As for the rest of them, the hurt feelings of a flock of boys you rejected and the acrimony of two vapid, envious girls don't have any bearing at all on what a kind, wonderful, selfless person you are.
"Do their opinions matter more to you than mine? Or Esme's? Or Alice's? I could go on," Edward asked with exaggerated insult in his voice, eyebrows raised.
"Of course not!" I shot back. "But more to the point, reinstating breakfast with Esme wasn't entirely selfless. I love spending time with Esme and whoever else comes around. Those are some of my favorite times, sitting around the kitchen with our family.
"Besides, I'm a creature of routine so it works out great for me. So, as you can plainly see, it was not a selfless act," I childishly stuck my tongue out at him.
The ochre of Edward's eyes smoldered at me while the upturned corners of his mouth remained amused.
"If you stick your tongue out at me like that again, we're going to be late for the breakfast that you love so much," Edward teased with a suggestive lift of his brow.
Stubborn to the last, I stuck my tongue out at him again and spun on my heel for the bathroom, but not before Edward gave me a playful swat on the rear. I turned back to gape at him.
Edward, my Edward, who lived in fear of hurting me, be it physically or emotionally, had just slapped me on the ass!
His wide smile faded a little as I gawked at him. "Too much?" Edward asked with uncertainty in his velvet voice, the skin between his brows puckering with concern.
"Not even close. I love this lighter side of you," I beamed. "I hardly ever got to see it before. I was just thinking that this whole vampire thing is working out great!" I said, flashing the 'okay' hand gesture. Edward's smile returned tenfold.
"Alright, I'm going to go wash the Bedward scent off before Emmett provokes me into another newborn tantrum. Care to join me?"
"Always. But we should probably shower separately if you don't want to be late," Edward smiled his crooked smile, golden eyes gleaming.
I nodded in regretful agreement and somehow found the strength to walk away from his gorgeous, aroused, all-too-tempting body and the smile that did all kinds of funny things to my resolve.
"But just so you know," he called to my retreating back, " I'm putting the Bedward scent right back on you as soon as we get back! I mean...if you want to," he amended with none of the bravado he'd started with.
I grinned but didn't turn. What a preposterous notion...as if I'd ever not want to! "You are so absurd," I accused with the same haughty tone he'd used when he'd called me the same.
*EPOV*
When I didn't hear the water turn on for several minutes, I was a little curious as to what was keeping her. And then I heard a defeated sigh followed by, "Edward, the knobs…" in the smallest voice I'd ever heard Bella use.
I smacked myself on the forehead for not anticipating that Bella would need help before she had to ask for it.
A quarter of a second later, I turned the water on for Bella, smiling apologetically before I turned to leave. I was stopped in my tracks by the crestfallen look on her face that she tried to hide by looking down at the floor. I frowned.
"Hey," I murmured, nudging her chin up to look at me with the crook of my finger. "There isn't one of us that didn't struggle with this when we were young.
"And there is no shame in asking for help. We've all been there. I'm here for you, whatever you need," I said earnestly in my most soothing voice.
"I know," she scowled. "But helplessness was the very last thing I expected to feel when I became a vampire...I can climb mountains and knock over trees and jump off waterfalls but I can't turn a knob?" she groaned, holding up her hands in front of her like they were strapped with explosives.
I took her petite hands in my own and kissed each one. "There's a reason why new vampires are called newborns, love. Do babies come into the world knowing how to walk, talk, and feed themselves?" I asked patiently. "It just takes time. And patience.
"Would it make you feel any better to know how many times Rosalie has replaced the steering wheel on the Volvo?"
Bella's eyes widened in rapt interest, her jaw agape. "How many?!" she demanded.
"Thirteen!" Rosalie chimed in from her corner of the manse.
I nodded a little sheepishly, pointing to the direction of my sister's voice as if she were standing in the room with us.
"Just in the last two years!" Rose threw in rather unnecessarily. I glowered in her vague direction.
Bella looked cheered by this revelation, so at least the blow to my ego hadn't been in vain. It went without saying that my control had been all but perfect for the half-century before Bella came into my world.
"See? Clearly not a big deal." I smiled, taking her face between my hands and sweetly kissing the tip of her nose.
"Just leave the water on when you're done. I'll be in right after you," I suggested, sparing her pride the embarrassment of having to ask me to turn off the water when she was finished. Bella's answering smile was grateful and maybe a little relieved.
I gave her hand a little parting squeeze. Finding it more difficult than it should have been to pull my hand from hers, detaching our physical connection, my hand slid from hers maintaining contact until the very edge of her slender fingertips.
"Don't be long, Mrs. Cullen," was the last thing I said to her before I disappeared through the door, leaving my bare, porcelain-skinned goddess to stare after me in the rising steam.
Hearing Bella step under the spray, with an elated sigh, I threw myself back onto the bed stirring up a mushroom cloud of feathers that snowed down around me.
What a night it had been. We'd made love all night long. Most of the time it was softly and tenderly, with loving gazes and whispered words of devotion. And then there were other times that were almost violent with passion.
My achingly hard cock twitched against my stomach at the memory of her fingernails scratching down my back and knotting into my hair. Or the hooded blood-red eyes and feral growls as we brought each other pleasure in every conceivable way.
Truth be told, if I were human, I'd be just as bruised as Bella had been on our honeymoon, though I wouldn't have loosened her hold for anything. That thought gave me pause.
I never before thought it possible that Bella could have truly enjoyed receiving the...the battering she endured on Isle Esme. But if my skin could show the evidence of our union the way hers had, our conversation this morning would've been much the same but in reversed roles.
Bella would be horrified over her inability to control her strength while I would steadfastly insist that I was fine. Better than fine. I was so better than fine it felt like I was floating a foot above the ground.
I frowned at the ethical predicament I found myself in. I swore to Bella I'd never again keep anything from her for her own good. I was so beside myself in my own ecstasy that the pain had barely registered.
When it had registered, it sometimes even enhanced the pleasure. With a snort, I supposed that shouldn't come as a surprise; we'd always known I was a masochist.
Bella was already so unsure of herself...I hadn't wanted to discourage her, and thus, I hadn't been exactly forthright about her heavy-handedness.
But if she asked and I told her the truth, would she feel the same way I had, and not want to make love again until she was sure she could control herself? I felt my chest tighten and my mouth go dry at the mere thought.
My jaw clenched at the memory of me fuming to my brothers afterward about how unreasonable she'd been. When she wasn't tempting me with her scantily clad body, she'd been sulky and, at times, even contemptuous. I grimaced at my own obtusity.
I remembered all too clearly the crushing grief in her brown eyes tightened with pain and swimming with tears that wouldn't be stopped. The wobble in her voice as she pleaded with me. Torture.
The sudden onslaught of devastation had crumbled my will to dust so effectively it made Jane's gift seem almost benign by comparison. The potency of Bella's grief should be added to the Geneva Convention, I'd thought sardonically.
If now, for the same reason, Bella decided to withhold physical intimacy from me, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I wouldn't last half as long as she had on the island before I resorted to desperate measures of my own.
It was different, I rationalized. Bella had been human, fragile. I'd caused her actual damage, not just pain. Lined up end to end, there were roughly 100,000 miles of blood vessels in the adult human body. How many thousands of those precious miles had I broken?
And more importantly, she's a woman. Causing a woman harm was unacceptable. Unforgivable. And though Bella might not like double standards, this was a big one, one I wasn't likely to bend on.
This was one way in which our relationship didn't need to be, and never would be equal, not if I had anything to say about it.
No, I decided, there was nothing to be gained by needlessly spoiling this joyous time for us. I'd already done that to her once and I'd be damned if I did it again.
*BPOV*
My hands ran over the tops of my breasts, down my still-quivering stomach following the trails of water that cascaded down my body as I stood under the soothing spray of hot water.
I could think a little more clearly now that I wasn't under the intense gaze of Edward's watchful eyes. His piercing golden orbs always made me feel like he saw right through me, down to the parts I didn't always want him to see.
I squeezed my eyes shut remembering last night with such vivid clarity the way those eyes wrapped around me like a warm blanket.
It wasn't technically our first time since I was changed, but it felt like it because it was the first time I was able to really appreciate the electric feeling of his fingers caressing over every inch of my poreless, silky smooth skin.
Making love with Edward with my new sturdy body really wasn't comparable to the muted pleasure I'd experienced as a human. It was like...being made love to by a completely different man.
Edward's hands were so sure. So warm. The feel of his mouth when he didn't have to be so careful with his teeth. The soft slickness of his tongue as it plunged hungrily into my mouth (and elsewhere) was entirely new.
His breath was just as dizzying and delicious as it had always been, but now I could taste the separate notes of his natural sweetness mixed with the tingly, metallic bite of his venom.
For the first time, he didn't need to restrain my hips in any way to keep me from accidentally nicking myself on his teeth. And being able to grind against his tireless lips and tongue while he moaned enthusiastically into my sopping heat...I thought I might just die from the pleasure.
No, I amended, I died for this pleasure. And holy crow was it worth the asking price.
It felt like with every stroke of his fingers and lash of his tongue he was trying to erase or at least replace the memory of the torturous flames that licked at my body just hours ago.
How was it even possible that that was only yesterday? Vampire time was weird like that, I supposed.
When Edward finally entered me, that was the only time I saw him close his eyes. His head was thrown back, and his jaw dropped open as a long, deep, guttural groan erupted from his chest. The rest of the time, his eyes stayed locked on me, wild with unabated passion.
I tried to remember to be gentle. If I ever caused him pain, he didn't mention it. But it was so easy to lose myself in his touch, in the unfathomable pleasure. One orgasm bled into the next before my toes had even had a chance to uncurl.
I had been very timid about touching him there, not wanting to hurt him. He seemed to understand my trepidation and, cupping his hand around my own, he showed me how he wanted to be stroked. It felt like silk-covered steel gliding across my palm, slickened by our combined fluids.
I never felt more powerful than when I was bringing Edward pleasure, and I derived almost as much enjoyment out of it as he seemed to. How different this touching was, without his restraint and careful control!
I remembered, from before, how he used to rip his hands away from me just before he lost control of himself. How his body would tremble and quiver with the strain of keeping the vast power of his release all locked inside.
Now he only held me tighter, penetrated me harder, at times pistoning into me like a jackhammer while all I could do was hold on.
The look of pure rapture on his face when he could finally allow himself to feel every bit of it, paired with the soft, surprised sound of the high-pitched "Oh!" that left his parted lips as he pulsed inside of me, filling me with his release?
Worth every blistering, soul-splintering moment of the scorching heat that melted away my humanity casting me into stone.
Under the caress of the hot water that streamed down around me, with the curtain of my heavy, wet hair plastered to my back, my fingers brought me to a quiet, shuddering orgasm as Edward's lusty eyes stared back at me from behind my eyelids.
Once my breathing returned to normal, I quickly washed my hair and gave myself an extra thorough scrubbing, then stepped out of the deep doorless alcove of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel.
"All yours," I said softly over the sound of the still-running water. Edward's shoulder brushed mine as we passed in the narrow doorway. Once inside the steamy, humid bathroom, I heard the sound of his deep inhale followed by a groan. "Unfair," he moaned with a slight whine in his voice.
*EPOV*
Freshly showered, Bella and I joined Esme and Carlisle who were casually chatting at the breakfast table. Carlisle was perusing the news on his laptop for lack of his preferred newspaper while Esme was arranging a large bouquet of flowers.
I could only imagine the lengths Carlisle had gone to get Esme fresh flowers in the dead of winter on a remote Alaskan island, but there was nothing he loved more than to lavish my mother with rare, beautiful things that made her smile.
Bell
"Good morning, Carlisle! It's so nice that you have time to join us for a change!" Bella smiled brightly then turned to my mother. "Hi, Esme! What kind of flowers are those? They smell divine!"
"Hello darling girl," Esme beamed, she walked around the table to give Bella a tight squeeze.
Look at that glow! I don't need to ask how her evening went, Esme thought smugly as she returned to her seat.
"Aren't they lovely? Carlisle had them imported. What you smell are the hellebore, the purple ones are ranunculus and the white ones are-"
"Sweet peas for my sweet pea," Carlisle chimed in, leaning over to peck Esme on the cheek. She coyly swatted at his arm and tittered, "Oh, stop!" but her thoughts and her adoring expression said just the opposite.
Bella looked positively charmed by their obvious affection for each other.
"Carlisle's such a romantic, he makes the rest of us look bad," I teased, but wasn't completely joking.
Not often, but occasionally over the decades both of my sisters had harbored private thoughts wishing Emmett and Jasper would be more thoughtful and romantic.
While I usually tried to stay out of their private affairs, I didn't see the harm in tipping off my brothers if it meant increasing everybody's marital satisfaction.
With everything I did, I tried to model myself after my father, but his were not easy shoes to fill. What luck that should my wife ever have similar thoughts, I'd probably be the last one to know about it, I thought a bit sourly.
"You just missed Emmett. He's getting all set up for you out back. I made him promise to be on his best behavior!" Esme said with fierce eyes and an undertone of reproof.
"Well that's not setting the bar very high, is it?" I cracked, chuckling at my own joke. Esme gave me an exasperated look.
"Now that the dust has settled a little bit, I wanted to remind the both of you of a few outstanding obligations that need to be addressed," Carlisle interjected in a pleasant but serious tone.
"Bella, you should reach out to your parents before too much more time passes. And Edward, you'll want to send word to Italy that we held up our end of things," Carlisle gave me a pointed look.
"I wonder if Aro is on MySpace?" I muttered flippantly.
Then it was Carlisle's turn to look exasperated. "I guess Alice must've forgotten to add the Edward Cullen Comedy Hour to my google calendar," Carlisle jested with an amused expression, earning chuckles from Bella and Esme.
"Where is Alice anyway? I feel like I've barely seen her," inserted Bella.
Esme stifled a laugh and looked down at her hands while Carlisle rubbed the back of his neck looking a little sheepish.
"What? What am I missing?" she looked back and forth between them. Bella's curious expression turned to one of alarm at my parents' reticence.
I'll let you explain however you like. I'd hate to embarrass the girl.
I heaved a sigh. "Nothing to worry about, love. It's just...you know how our moods are sort of...contagious around Jasper?" I asked.
"Sure," she nodded once, not yet connecting the dots.
"And what have we been spending an inordinate amount of time doing?" I hinted with raised eyebrows.
Bella blanched. "You mean to tell me I started some kind of sex frenzy?!" Bella's question started at a normal volume but ended as more of a shriek. Shock and mortification washed over her features and I knew if she'd been human, her face would've been halfway to purple.
Shaking with laughter, Carlisle hid his smile behind his balled-up fist.
"We started a sex frenzy," I amended, "But if it's any consolation, I really doubt they mind," I said dissolving into laughter of my own.
Bella's entire body tensed and her fists clenched convulsively on her lap under the table. I stopped laughing at once, seeing she was struggling to maintain control. I squeezed her hand under the table.
"Nobody's laughing at you, love," I murmured, "It's just funny, that's all," I explained in a soothing voice. "Jasper and Alice hadn't joined us yet for Emmett and Rosalie's courtship, so he didn't know what he was in for when you were changed."
"But you did?" Bella's brows knit together. My explanation didn't seem to mollify her in the way I hoped it would.
"Well, I mean, I hoped..." I said jovially with a snorted laugh. That was evidently the wrong thing to say. Bella bristled.
Edward! My mother chided.
Careful now, son. She's not in control, cautioned Carlisle.
Bella slowly scooted her chair out from the table and rose to stand. As a matter of etiquette, Carlisle and I stood up to acknowledge a lady leaving the table, but also partly out of concern.
"Esme, please forgive me for cutting breakfast short today, but I shouldn't be around so many breakables," Bella said in a formal tone. Esme, of course, was full of sympathetic reassurances.
"I'm going to go find Emmett," Bella said through her teeth.
"I'll come with-" I started to say, but she cut me off.
"Why don't you stay here and finish comedy hour?" And the severe look on her face made it clear it wasn't a suggestion.
"Bella, I-" I hastened to apologize, but she was already gone. Less than a second later, she was out the door with a slam and a crash that could have only been the sound of a mangled doorknob hitting the ground behind her.
"Well, that went well," I said with a nervous laugh to the twin glowers of my parents. "Geez, tough crowd."
*BPOV*
I didn't know what to be more mortified by, that entire spectacle in front of Carlisle and Esme, or my gross overreaction to it.
I knew the Cullens didn't have the same hangups about sex that I did. With the exception of Edward, they'd all been banging within earshot of each other since before my grandparents were born.
I was still grappling with the fact that sex wasn't something that we needed to hide. My entire adolescent life, every adult figure had drilled into my head that sex was something only married adults did, and I didn't feel like a married adult.
Nevertheless, because we had stood up in front of a bunch of people and recited some words, having a sexual relationship with Edward was no longer considered dirty, shameful, or slutty. Now it was ok. Expected. Encouraged even.
My brain hadn't made the switch yet, but even if it had, I doubted I'd be all that comfortable with Edward cracking jokes about our sex life in front of his parents. Ugh.
As the sun began to crest over the horizon, I followed Emmett's unique masculine scent, like fresh-cut wood and sweet aged bourbon, to the woods just south of the house.
"Hey there, killer," greeted Emmett's deep voice. "Think fast!" He lobbed a small, white object right at my head.
My hand flashed in front of my face to catch the projectile, but it shattered into pieces upon impact.
A viscous goo splattered around the stone shield of my hand spraying my face and hair and oozing through my fingers onto the ground, the yellow egg yolk dripping down my wrist.
"Emmett, what the hell? Why did you throw an egg at me?" I screeched, shaking the goo off my hand.
"Relax. It's all part of the training," he nodded at the stack of cartons—he must've had twenty. "Now you throw one at me."
I approached the pile of cartons, and furrowing my brow in concentration, I pinched one thin shell between two fingers using almost no pressure at all and pulled it from its carton.
I smiled in accomplishment that I'd been able to do that much without breaking the egg.
"Good. Now throw it," Emmett instructed with an enthusiastic grin. I wound up and, aiming right for his head, let 'er rip.
Emmett very impressively caught the speeding ovum between thumb and forefinger right before it cracked him on the nose.
"Soft hands," he demonstrated, holding up the intact egg and returning it to the carton.
"Let's try something a little easier," he suggested, walking away from the stack of eggs.
Emmett briefly ducked behind the thick fallen tree trunk he'd been sitting on when I found him. From behind the log, he pulled out a full-sized female mannequin dressed in gym shorts, a t-shirt, and a blonde wig.
Emmett stood her up on a flat metal base on a level spot in the snow, then threw his muscular arm around her shoulder. Under his other arm, tucked between his bicep and his body was a basketball.
"Hi, I'm Jessica," he said in his unconvincing impression of a female voice. "Wanna be gym partners?"
Emmett tossed me the ball and instructed me to, "throw the ball to Jessica without knocking her off her feet."
Well at least this exercise wouldn't cover me in slime, I thought, tossing the ball at her chest in what I thought was a gentle lob.
The bottom-heavy mannequin hit the snow like a ton of bricks.
"You stopped her heart. She's dead," Emmett said lightheartedly. "Try again." Emmett righted the mannequin and returned the ball.
"Speaking of heart stoppers, where's your other half?" Emmett asked casually.
I sighed. "He pissed me off back at the house so I left him there," I spat before killing Jessica again.
Emmett didn't hide his look of surprise. "And he stayed? He's not following you around with a marching band trying to apologize?"
I made a face. "I don't think he knew what to do. I've never talked to him like that before. We were having a perfectly nice time and then I asked where Alice was and Carlisle and Esme got all cagey.
"Then Edward filled me in that we started some kind of a sex frenzy," I said in a lowered voice but was interrupted by Emmett's booming laugh.
"So that's what that was? Rose and I are usually the ones that start those," he chuckled. "That was a blast. I knew I'd like having you around, I guess I just didn't know how much," Emmett chucked me on the arm with his meaty fist.
"And that happens...a lot? Edward was just talking so openly about it in front of your parents. Joking about it, even. I was so embarrassed I just wanted to run and hide, so I left and came here."
Emmett looked thoughtful. "I mean..not as often as it used to. I'm going to be 92 in July, after all. But still plenty often. I don't know how Edward lived with us horndogs all these years, hearing all kinds of perversion while Jasper is like a lust conduit when the sparks really start flying.
"I'd be the first one to offer to beat up Edward for you if I thought he deserved it. Hell, even if he didn't. But if he's a little extra...exuberant these days, I'd wager it's probably because he's just so fucking happy to get in on the action for a change. Ninety years is a long time to be the odd man out."
Oh God, what had I done? "I'm such an idiot, Em. I got so mad at him. Do you think Rose would beat me up if I deserved it?"
"She'd have to get through me first," came a voice I didn't expect to hear. I turned downwind just in time to see Edward jump to the ground from a low branch of a hemlock tree.
"Edward!" I gasped, startled. How, even now, was he still able to sneak up on me like that?
"I couldn't get a marching band on such short notice, but I hope you'll forgive me anyway," he said with an apologetic smile.
Before I even had the conscious thought to go to him, I was already there, in his arms.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I was a jerk. I was embarrassed, but I shouldn't have been...I'm sorry I flew off the handle like that." Literally, I thought with a frown, remembering the doorknob that I mutilated in my infuriated haste to leave.
"Bella love, you behaved exactly like someone who was a nineteen-year-old human being up until a day ago. And I behaved like a monster who has been living with other monsters for a very long time.
"A gentleman would've done more to respect your modesty. I'm sorry I didn't handle that better. And while you don't have anything to feel embarrassed about, your feelings are perfectly valid."
"Did you get that off Dr. Phil? You did, didn't you? You know he's not even a real doctor, right?" Emmett chimed in, unable to help himself. Edward shot him a withering glare.
"Because 'Sorry I was a dick, babe,' is so much more sincere," Edward snarked and rolled his eyes at his brother.
"I would've accepted either, but your apology was definitely better," I giggled. Edward gave Emmett a smug look and then pulled me in for a scorching kiss.
Without even opening his eyes, Edward caught the egg that whizzed right for the side of his face.
Awed, I insisted, "You guys have got to show me how you do that!"
"I'll show you anything you want, love," he promised. "But first…" Edward blitzed past Emmett, beaming him in the face with the egg much too fast for him to catch.
Laughing and cursing, Emmett clawed away the stretchy ropes of raw egg that dripped from his chin as Edward righted the mannequin and retrieved the ball which he tossed lightly back to me.
From behind Jessica, he pivoted her unbending arms up and down like a giant Barbie doll, and in an equally bad impersonation of a female voice, Edward falsettoed, "Pass it to me, I'm open!"
*A/N* I'm not sure if anybody else will feel that Bella's ire was relatable here, but man, even at 30 years old, happily married, and pregnant with my first who was very planned, I felt weird about telling people (like my employer) I was expecting because it felt like the same thing as announcing I'd had sex. Awkwardsville. Just me? Probably my Catholic upbringing. 😆
Anyway, thank you for your patience with this update. This one ran away from me a little bit, and I definitely didn't plan for E&B to quarrel when I sat down to write it (but who ever plans to argue?) I also can't help but thinking Edward would've been just as mortified if Bella had been so candid about their sex life in front of Charlie (not that she ever would.) Thoughts?
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