SM owns the boys I just get to play dirty with them.
A/N Thanks to everyone who has added or reviewed
Found a story that is just amazing and wanted to give it shout out: Seattle Ink, author Justreadme.
Want to give thanks and praise to my oh so awesome beta Deβra Anne without her I would be lost, she keeps my feet on the ground and my head in the clouds and I love her a little more each day for it.
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Now lets see what's happening in the lives of the Hale-Cullen's.
OK, so here I am sitting at the kitchen table, coffee in hand, and I'm pondering.
Yes, people, pondering. Jasper Hale-Cullen fucking ponders, get over it
So here I am deep in thought... Is that fucking better?
Well any-who, again, here I am, sipping my coffee and thinking over our last month - that's how long its been since my week of shenanigans as Edward affectionately calls it! Total fuck up, if you ask me! Only seems like yesterday, doesn't it? But time fucking flies when you're having fun.
A lot has happened!
If nothing else, the make up sex has been awesome. I can't seem to get enough of my boy - to the point that I think I've borderline raped his ass in his fucking sleep some nights...
With me always being so careful of how Edward feels when we are together, I've been lucky to have the control to wait for a... "Yes, love, please," or a "Jasper, I love you. Take me now."
I've barreled in balls to the wall at times, just wanting to be buried deep in his heat, to hear my name full from his plush red lips, and in kind, he lets me.
He knows me full well, letting me own him, take him, and possess him.
Knowing the fact that he gives himself wholeheartedly to me with so much depth makes my heart melt. The boy's amazing, and deep in my soul, I know he was made for me and me only. I can be a possessive fucker sometimes.
First I called Emmett, but only with Edward reminding me that I had a call to make! Gotta love my boy.
All went well! Emmett telling me to shut the fuck up a few times, that he knew what I needed to do, he had only hoped I had the brains to do it -fucker- was he calling me stupid? Really! Emmett Dale McCarty calling me fucking stupid - the man thought of nothing else but football and sex.
What the hell am I saying? Sex is all I think about these days too.
But anyway, it went well! And I think I even broke down and told him I loved him. He responded with a deep chuckle, making me smirk... But he's still a fucker...
I also let him know that as long as my sister was happy, so was I! He laughed a little, informing me his only goal in life was to put a smile on Rose's face, so sighing contentedly, we hung up, me not forgetting to let him know that he was a God in my eyes, and I wouldn't forget what he did for Edward and me.
Edward also called Alice, and after the scream that came from the other end of the line 'Shit now I know where Edward got his!.' Just giving Edward time to regain his hearing, she told him how happy she was for us both, having him put me on the phone so she could congratulate me first hand.
The call was brief, full of wonder and woe for our future, Edward glancing at me from time to time with tears settling in his eyes. Sighing softly to himself and smiling tenderly, they ended the call, setting up a time for us all to get together that week to discuss the rest of this process.
After a little heated debate and a few promises of sexual favors 'God I'm a weak son of a bitch, giving in to Edward - like who wouldn't, the guy's gorgeous, and as hot as fuck!,' he was able to entice me with an offer I couldn't refuse - the promise of being taken care of by him for one whole night. Now tell me what kind of no good husband I would be if I turned my boy down, the promise of his long fingers and sweet lips were way too much, and 'I was weak, I tell ya, weak.'
So getting the short straw, I called my mama first, rolling my eyes at Edward, as he's lovingly rubbing circles into my palm. Smug fucker. After a few short rings, she answers. Edward's staring at me with a smirk 'What the fuck!.' Letting her know the purpose of my call, I raise my eyebrow and he waits, cause he knows, he knows what's coming, and shit, that shit fucking hurts. What the hell, where do people learn to do this shit? Is there a fucking class I didn't know about? The God damn screaming! Didn't know the woman had it in her.
Pulling the phone from my ear, holding it in mid air, I barely regained my hearing. I watched through squinted eyes and frowned brow as Edward was unable to stop laughing... Fucker!
Pushing him away with a huff - how does the fucker always know this shit - I went and sat in my big armchair by the fireplace. He followed, squirming himself onto my lap, playing with the hair at the nape of my neck, twirling my curls around his finger and placing tiny baby kisses on my temple. If nothing else, the guy knew how to be a major suck up.
We both listened as mama spoke with pride and joy for her boys. She knew we could do this, and she had faith in our ability to be wonderful fathers, which would coincide with the fact that she would be the most outstanding, awesome grandmother there ever was.
I put Edward on to get his congrats. They spoke about colors and themes and whether to have a shower or not. Why the fuck wouldn't he have a shower. I'm so lost, fucker better have a shower if he wants any part of me. Anyway, once my mom finally let us hang up, it was Edward's turn, and oh my gravy, I thought my mom was bad, but it felt like his was in the same God damn room. She was so loud, the fucking windows shook.
After the parents knew, it made this decision a hell of a lot more real, and to say the least, made me a little apprehensive. Could I really do this?
I won't lie, meeting up with Alice and Riley made me nervous - not only going into the unknown, but the fact that Riley was on board with this, giving up his wife for another nine months was daunting to me. The fact that I had to face him, knowing our child would be carried inside her, scared the fucking shit out of me, and I would be waiting for him to try his best to kick the living shit out of me.
Our meeting went well, as well as could be expected. Inviting them over for dinner, Edward went all out, making all of Alice's favorites - fucking suck up! Told ya the boy was good, real good!.
But I have to give my boy his due, he did us proud. The table looked amazing and the food was delicious, and wine flowed freely... until it came to the point where the elephant in the room had to be addressed. Amazingly, Riley was the one to start this conversation.
Hearing his voice made my skin crawl with anticipation; my nerves had been on edge all night, waiting for someone to speak. Edward tried to calm me throughout the meal, rubbing circles tenderly on my back, giving me a small smile when I would look in his eyes.
"So you boys are starting a family, huh?" Riley asks, smiling.
Edward looks over at me and smiles, returning his gaze to Riley. "Yes, Rile, that's our intention!"
I glance over at him, stammering out, "As long as it doesn't cause you guys any inconvenience?"
Riley and Alice frown, then laugh gently to each other, Riley clasping her hand while entwining fingers, setting them on the table in front of them.
Riley's understanding gaze took me by surprise, and I felt a little ashamed of myself for thinking he wouldn't be on board with our little endeavor.
"Jasper, there is no inconvenience to us. It's our pleasure to help you guys out. What is family for? Needless to say, I'm just an on-looker; it's my wonderful wife here." He tenderly wrapped an arm around the back of her chair! "She's the one that will be doing all the work."
I look over at Alice with appreciation and adoration; she smiled back at me knowingly and lovingly. I knew what she was giving us, and just hoped I could show them in the coming months how much this meant.
Trying my best to look confident, I smile at them both, hoping my eyes are able to express the sincere gratitude I felt for them both at this moment.
Alice abruptly looked down, folding her hands on her lap, suddenly interested in the length of her nails. Riley looked concerned and pulled her closer.
It all but confused me until I realized what had made her feel uncomfortable.
A single tear had fought its way loose, and was making its journey down my cheek. Edward reached over, wiping it with his thumb. Leaning in, he places a tender kiss on the wet salty trail.
All I could do was stare at him and smile shyly, watching my reflection in his beautiful forest greens as they shimmered with emotion of their own.
No words were spoken, just a gaze of wonder and understanding, fear of the unknown, and belief in our faith and future. I needed this strength.
Knowing that no matter what, we would make it through this, our eyes flickered between each other's, and a soft sigh crept woefully from our slightly parted lips.
Edward tried his best to return my smile, still tenderly rubbing small circles on the center of my back to soothe my frayed nerves. With each full circle, he would clutch at my shirt, pulling me a little tighter to him, as if trying to soothe his own and ground himself in the process.
We have both come to the conclusion silently, that we are gung-ho, but scared shit-less. I sigh in relief, leaving me knowing we were both in the same boat.
All four of us talked for hours, sharing another bottle of wine and good conversion, Alice explaining what we should expect in the coming weeks and months, and Riley filling us in on funny pregnancy stories concerning Alice, making her flush and slap his lap from time to time; but all in all, it ended up being a relaxing night.
Alice called later in the week, informing us of all the information we needed for our upcoming appointments. She had offered to take control of the arrangements, knowing that Edward and I worked weird schedules.
We had both discussed it, and came to the conclusion that it would be safer, stating if we didn't, our phones would be ringing off the hook. This way, we would be saved the aggravation off Alice calling us twenty-four/seven, so we decided it would just be simpler to have her and her OCD tendencies lead the way.
The appointment went well from what I could understand. Everything was going as scheduled.
Thank fuck for Edward! The boy was a fucking Godsend! He was the one doing all the talking with doctors and nurses. My boy knew his shit... so I let him take the reins in this matter.
As I stood back and watched my boy work his magic, the more mesmerized I became, he was nothing short of a miracle. With his intelligence and beauty, you'd think the world would be jealous that so much was bestowed on just one person.
But I think once they get to know him, and realize how humble and naive he is, and that he really and truly has no idea the effect he has on people, the more they come to love him.
It scares me sometimes - the thought that people might try and take advantage of his kind demeanor. And because he is naive, that someone would try and play him. He would only laugh at my concerns, informing me that he was a big boy now and could take care of himself... Fucker
He is always so welcoming and understanding - the first to lend a helping hand. Maybe that is his gift, and what makes him such a wonderful doctor, husband, partner, lover, and friend. But still I worry.
The more I watched him, the more he amazed and astonished me. Every now and then, he would glance at me or squeeze my fingers a little, and all I could do was stare at him proudly. The boy is a fucking genius, I tell ya!
Being hot as all fuck with his sexy smirk and hot hair, I watched him skillfully work the nurses and, hell yeah, even some of the doctors, all of them looking my boy over like he was something to eat.
They watched in awe as he spoke to them and then relayed all questions and answers to me with understanding and concern. He explained in detail the upcoming process, gently touching my face with his finger tips and massaging my shoulder in a tender, loving manner.
As he explained everything to me, twisting one of my curls through his fingers and placing it behind my ear, the nurses would sigh, looking on with lust-filled eyes and cheese eating grins on their faces, commenting in whispers to each other how in love we must be, and that all the good handsome men were either taken or gay... Pink flushed our cheeks as we looked in their direction shyly.
But no matter how good his skills, the fuckers still wouldn't let Edward come in with me to hold my hand.
But at least a few of the nurses got a kick out of watching my pouty face and Edward's red cherry cheeks as he sat reading his magazine in the waiting area, using it to cover his face from time to time, pretending once again that he wasn't with me. Fucker...
As I continued to beg and stamp my foot like a five-year-old being led away, the little nurse just took me by the hand and led me down the hall as she laughed to herself while shaking her head from side to side.
And now all we can do is wait!
We went home that night having faith and hope that this process would work, knowing that it won't be long until we get the call from Alice telling us we were going to be fathers and that our little family would be at least heading in the right direction.
We were both exhausted. The mental anguish and physical fatigue were taking its toll. Sleepless nights up talking, worrying, hoping and praying that we would be given this chance were finally catching up with us both, and I could see it in my boy's eyes.
After dinner, I persuaded Edward to take a shower with me before bed, telling him I felt dirty having to jerk off into a plastic cup with nothing but porn - and not even the right fucking porn, mind you - telling him that I thought I might need therapy after being traumatized, and needed to fuck him wet to get the pictures of some ugly nude women out of my head.
With Edward still laughing at my antics, he prepares our shower, letting the water run hot. Meanwhile, I retrieved the towels from the hall closet.
Once in though, all worry leaves our bodies, the heat and steam soothing our stiff limbs and enabling us to clear our heads. Just being wrapped in each other is therapy enough for us, touching tenderly, kissing gently, placing his hands on my hips, rubbing circles into the bone. His lips travel to meet mine, cautiously licking the outline until my mouth does as he asks, parting gradually, giving his tongue permission to enter. I moan joyously onto his tongue, and he repays me by joining me in a deep, throaty groan.
Then his finger tips start to do a little traveling of their own, swiftly moving across my lower stomach, up my abs and across my chest, until he reaches my piercings, running the pads of his thumbs over them, making me hiss, gasp and groan, all in unison. Eyes shut, everything takes on a life of its own. I have no control over anything. I'm giving into the sensation.
Tightening my grip on his waist, his name leaves my lips in a whisper, entering his as he inhaled. With our lips still joined, he pulls back momentarily. Taking a deep breath, he says, " Jasper, I love you so much," reaching up to grab the hair at the nape of my neck.
I open my eyes slightly to glance at his heavy lids. "Sweetness, I love you too, no matter what."
Our kisses became eager, full off wantonness' and lust. Finger tips were nipping and pulling. Edward had a grip on one of my nipple rings, twisting and tugging, lowering his head every once in a while to lick, suck and kiss his teasing pain away, making my chest expand and swell with anticipation.
I was getting anxious and breathless; my hands cupping his smooth, taut ass, kneading the flesh with my fingers, to the point that I'm sure marks are being left. One hand reached for his soft as silk hair, yanking it by the roots until his lips part and he yells, "Fuck, Jasper" into the steamy room.
My lips crash to his in a heated, wet, teeth and tongue kiss. He's chanting my name, pulling my head closer and closer to his face. I wrap one arm around his waist, pulling him towards me. My other comes up under his thigh, hitching him up into the air until his legs are wrapped around me like the Jaws of Life.
I push back, feeling his back hit the tile. A groan leaves him and enters me in a rush of air, causing my head to fall back a little and spin. Shaking slightly, I gain control again, and commence my manipulation of his luscious lips.
He's sucking and kissing my ears and neck, biting, clawing and pulling on my hair. In pants, he's trying to tell me what he would like me to do to him.
I can't catch my breath. I'm rubbing against him frantically, begging him to tell me more of what he needs, beseeching him to let me know more of what he wants, gasping out breathlessly, imploring him to let me have my fucking wicked way with him, to the point that I think I will cry if he doesn't.
He pulls me by the back of the hair until we're face to face. His eyes are heavy, face flushed, lips swollen so bad, I think the boy's going to need an ice-pack. He cries," Jasper, Jasper, Jasper, I need you to fuck me. And show no mercy, baby, I need you to take me from behind."
My heart stops and my brain shuts down. This is a position we tend not to do too often... Fuck.
His head hits the tile behind him, and he's breathing radically. Eyes still shut, his chest heaves and he holds it for a moment before opening his black orbs, staring straight through me. "Jasper, will you do this? Will you do this for me? I need this right now!"
My head's still spinning, so I lean forward, resting between his shoulders, trying to calm my racing heart. "Jasssssssssper?" he whimpers, tugging on my hair lightly, and I nod. It's the only answer I can give.
He releases himself from my grip of death, lowering his feet to the shower floor and reaching for the lube that sits on the shelf by the shampoo.
He's holding my palm upright, and spending some on my now shaking as fuck fingers. He smiles at me. He knows. The boy knows what this fucking does to me. He knows my belly cramps and my knees knock at just the thought of him taking it from behind. He knows I love that primal shit... And here he is, giving it to me as a gift, and its not even Christmas or my fucking birthday. But I'm not arguing, and you'll get no complaints from me.
Yanking him by the arm, nearly pulling it from its fucking socket, kissing his shoulder tenderly to apologize... But it's his own fucking fault he's got me this way, and he did say no mercy. I turn him to face the tile, stretching his arms above his head, palms flat to the shower wall. He bucks back into me, giggling like a little school girl, shaking his ass from side to side. I smack the side of one of his cheeks, releasing a gasp and whimper from him, and I smirk. Show him, cocky little fucker.
Spreading his legs with my one foot, I pull him back by the hair, and a gravelly groan escapes from his chest. His head landing on my shoulder, I take his mouth and start to dominate. This is what he wants! This is what he's looking for! He wants to be owned, and I'm not about to waste any time on the lovey-dovey shit.
My fingers find their way to his ass. One enters him in one stealth like motion. Fucker didn't even sense it coming, and it kind of caught him by surprise, making him jump with a little yelp... And I smirk.
I pull him tighter to me, taking his ear lobe between my teeth as he hisses. I command him to keep his hands on the wall and not make a move. His knees buckle slightly as an "Oh my fucking God, Jasper!" leaves his lips.
I smirk to myself. My boy really doesn't know what's going to hit him! With that thought, another finger enters him. He growls, dropping his head between his shoulder blades, his arms trembling. I start to finger fuck him roughly. My other hand is still in his hair, tugging on the roots. He's gasping for air, whimpering, shaking. He's speaking, but I don't think it's in any way, shape or form, any part of the English language. I hear my name, with God and the baby Jesus, leave his lips in pants of air.
The boy is beautiful, amazingly sexy, and I tell him to bend over, still pumping my fingers into him. Leaning my chest to his heaving back, fingers still grabbing on his hair, I whisper low and rough in his ear, "Sweetness, do you know what you do to me when you're like this?" A primal grunt is his response. "Baby, do you know how much will-power it takes not to just fucking ram my cock right into your waiting and willing ass right now, when you're bent over like this wanting me?" Another grunt followed by a low whimper.
He's starting to rock back, his pale white finger tips pressed tightly to the shower wall, blunt nails scraping the tile. My hand is now on his hip, gripping it intensely before releasing him to apply the condom.
Abruptly, I remove my fingers, causing Edward to whimper lustfully. Dropping his head hard to the shower wall in front of him. He's breathing nervously. He's anxious. He knows that giving me the permission to show no mercy means just that, and the excitement is too much for him to handle.
I grab him by the hips roughly and ease my cock to his entrance. He steels himself. His back tightens as his head falls forward again. I push forward, not waiting for his words, and in one smooth move, I'm fully encased in his heat, deep. His ass is now on my lap, and my name staggers from his lips.
He feels like he's hyperventilating, his body shivering and trembling under my thrusts, my one hand back on his hip, the other in his hair. There are no loving words, no caresses, no gentle touches. This is all want and need, and no fucking mercy. I'm pumping and pulling, screaming his name at the top of my lungs, as he is mine.
He reaches for his cock, and I smack it away without missing a beat. I lean closer to his ear, fanning my hot thick breath over the shell, and he shudders, short gasps letting me know he's anticipating what's coming next.
"Sweetness, touch that cock and I stop!"
He grumbles to himself, telling me to go fuck myself, and he tries to reach for it again, cocky little fucker! And once again, I smack his hand away, and I swear, even from the back of his head, I could see and feel him pout! And I smirk.
Leaning in one more time, biting the ear lobe, this time I say, "Edward, you're going to spread those long ass beautiful legs of yours for me, you're going to brace your hands tight to the shower wall, and you're going to fucking cum with me relentlessly fucking you, and nothing else. Do you hear me?"
He nods, cause now he's not able to speak...
I feel him tense. His legs spread even further as his back curves inwards. He takes a deep breath.
I tighten my hold on his hips, breathe deeply, and I'm off to the races. I'm rounding go and I'm collecting two hundred dollars, and no mercy is seen or heard from ever again.
I'm relentlessly fucking him. I can feel the tightness in my stomach, knowing my release is not far off. The sounds of slapping and panting, heavy breathing and grunts, are all that can be heard. With one hand braced on Edward's shoulder, I dig my blunt nails into him he screams loudly, and I order him to cum and cum now! And holy fuck, he does - everywhere it can reach. And as his orgasm leaves his body, hitting the shower wall, mine leaves me in the same powerful and overwhelming way, emptying into his shuddering, shaking, shivering depths.
We're both spent, exhausted and weak. Turning Edward, I hold him close, enabling him to calm and cool himself down. His head's pressed against my chest, hot, sweaty breath clamming my skin, limp arms hang loosely from my neck. He's trying to gain some composure.
Struggling to help him, I affectionately massage his lower back, wanting to ease some of the pressure from our lovemaking.
Holding him tight to me, the water has started to cool. With a little frenzy and zeal, I clean us hastily, needing to get my boy warm and dry before we start to freeze. Pushing the hair back from his forehead, looking into his lazy forest greens while kissing his swollen lips oh so gently, I inform him that it's time for bed, both of us in need of some well earned sleep.
He smiles shyly, nodding his head. Exiting the shower, I dry both of us off before dressing Edward in a fresh pair of boxers, carrying mine in my hand as we leave the bathroom.
Taking him to bed, my boy's totally exhausted, and it's my place to take care of him. Pulling the covers back, I help him in, putting on my own boxers before turning out the light and slipping under the covers. Pulling him close as he cuddles into my side, I kiss his hair and he kisses my chest.
"Love you, baby."
"Love you too, Jasper." And we're out.
The days that followed were grueling. The anticipation and stress from the whole situation was driving both of us nuts. Alice would call each day, letting us know how she was doing. Being douche bags, we were always asking stupid questions like, did she feel any different? Did she feel pregnant?
With a small laugh and a sigh, she would inform us that if she did, we would be the first to know. And if her memory served her right, with her other two pregnancies, she had always felt the nausea first and a little discomfort in her tummy. So at the first signs, she will call us.
The waiting kills, and we all know how much of a patient man Jasper Hale-Cullen is. It fucking sucks balls, and it's driving me crazy. I know after this, we'll be waiting about nine fucking months, but it's waiting to hear that sucks big time. I would really like to know my boys made it home safely, if you know what I mean. Edward is trying his best to distract and console me, but it's got to be exhausting babysitting my sorry ass.
All I ever seem to want to do is jump his fucking bones. The poor guy's forgotten what it's like to wear clothes around his own home. As soon as I hear his key in the door and his ass through it, I'm on him, not even giving him a chance to remove his jacket.
Some nights I've even skipped out of the bar, pretending to run an errand, rushed home only to find him napping, then molesting his ass where he lay. Poor boy's exhausted, I tell ya. I know I'm wearing him thin, but I can't stop myself
I think when I fucked him senseless on our front hallway rug, that was the last straw for him. That's when he decided to put his foot down. Smirking at me, he stomped his foot, straightening the rug, and yelled breathlessly, "That's it, Jasper Hale-Cullen, no more! No more, I tell you! You're killing me here!" He marched off buck naked, heading for the shower, and all I could do was watch his sexy little ass exit and smile.
To say things were getting a little tense would be an understatement. Edward was as nervous as me; he was just able to deal better, and talk it through, trying his best to keep a level head. Me on the other hand, I was falling apart. I wanted to fulfill my boy's dream. I wanted to make him happy. And if this didn't work, I know he would be devastated, and the look of failure in his eyes would kill me.
The early afternoon of the day we were to hear from Alice if this was it... if the stork was paying us a visit? I was like a whore at Sunday service. I couldn't sit still. Asking Ben, my bar manager, to take care of the lunch rush after helping him carry the new kegs from the basement, I headed for the hospital, wanting to surprise Edward and take him to an early lunch.
I was hoping that we would maybe get the call while we were together - how fucking perfect would that fucking be, right!
The doors swing open as I enter, a few nurse's behind the desk wave and yell their hellos, beckoning me over in their direction to place kisses and give me hugs. These are girls Edward and I have grown up with - some even in the same high school class. That's the best thing about living in a small town: no surprises, everyone knows everyone.
They've all known forever that Edward and I were gay. For heaven's sake, we dated in school, and have never wasted time hiding or pretending we weren't. And to the best of my knowledge, everyone accepted us for what we were.
Over the years, new people have come and gone. With the surrounding area being built up over time, people moving from the bigger city wanting that small town feel, but still be able to commute for work. A few apartment buildings have popped up in the outskirts, even a new park for families. That happens to be where Rose and Emmett, live wanting the feel of a city, but enjoying the small town lifestyle.
So from time to time, you'll see a new face, but other than that, nothing much changes in our little town. Family and friends have stayed close, and with Edward's and my families being here, plus most of our high school friends still around, it was the place to be.
Life is slow, and at times downright peaceful. That's one off the reasons Edward and I decided to return home after college, knowing this was were we wanted to settle down, get married, and one day start a family. With my pub being the hip place to hang on the weekends, I make a fair living. And with Edward's salary, we are able to live comfortably. So all in all, small town life works for us.
I set out looking for my boy. I see Angela - Ben's wife. I knew she volunteered here a few days a week, so I wasn't surprised. She runs up, flinging her arms around my neck, placing a tender kiss on my cheek, asking me if we'd heard anything yet, I knew she was talking about some baby news, and that she was only asking from concern and love. As we were close to them and sometimes hung out, I didn't mind telling her that we hadn't yet. She gave me small smiles, rubbing my upper arm, telling me not to worry these things take time.
Saying our goodbyes, promising to hang out soon, I asked if she'd seen Edward. She pointed me in his direction, telling me she had just passed him.
Heading down the hall feeling happy and content, I remove my jacket. These fucking hospitals are so hot, no wonder everyone is fucking sick. Turn on the AC for fuck's sake, people.
Not even bothering to change before I left, I'm in a pair of work jeans, tank shirt and steel tipped boots. I look more like a God damn construction worker than the owner of one fine fucking establishment.
I spot him, and I'm stopped in my tracks. He looking oh so fuck-able in his long ass white coat, fuck-hot hair still standing on end - I can tell he's been running his fingers through it - knit black pants and shiny dress shoes. And don't forget the stethoscope. Can't tell you how many fantasies I've had about Edward and his stethoscope... But that's a whole other story, folks!
I hold off, cause he looks a little busy. There are a few doctors and a nurse standing around him, listening to every word he has to say, and I don't blame them, the man's a genius! Everyone has a report in their hands, and with each one, he passes back, another is given to him. They are sharing a few laughs, and I feel a little jealous that they get to hear his joke and not me, but I'm learning to share, so I just take a few deep breaths and continue to watch.
The tall, dark haired - well taller than either of us - doctor standing to Edward's right and laughing a bit too much and too loud for my fucking liking, turns towards Edward, a little too close, placing his hand on the middle of Edward's back. I see my boy tense. He's leaning in to whisper something in Edwards's ear... What the fuck! The tall doctor laughs, throwing his head back, and all Edward does is smile shyly...
Someone's going to be leaving this hospital with no balls, and it ain't me, mother fucker! Guess me learning to share just went out the fucking window.
I move in, wrap my arm around Edward's waist, nudging the big dude's arm away, giving him one of my best 'fuck you' looks over Edwards shoulder. Then I place a soft kiss behind his ear, at the back of his neck and he sighs, leaning his head back on my shoulder, whispering my name, turning to place a gentle, closed mouth kiss on my lips.
The big guy takes a step back, clearing his throat like he had something stuck in it.
Fucker, I'll stick something in it: my fucking fist, if ever he touches my boy again.
The other two doctors and the nurse smile, saying their hi's and hello's, shaking my hand. I turn to the big dude - sorry, I know he's a doctor, but right now he's a fucking dude, and he's about to get his fucking ass kicked by one pissed off me.
I raise my eyebrow at him, and with the Hale smirk - yeah dimples and all - I hold out my hand and say, " Sorry, didn't catch your name."
He swallows hard, not able to speak.
"I'm Jasper, Jasper Hale-CULLEN, Edwards's husband." Edward giggles and clears his throat, "Oh, my bad, hon, so sorry. Jasper, babe, this is Doctor Alec Volturi. He's new here - just started this week - I'm showing him the ropes."
"I'll show him the fucking ropes alright."
I raise my eye brow at doctor Alec fucking Volturi and give him a once over, and - what a smirky little fucker - he's doing the same to me. Hope he's getting a good God damn fucking look at the guy that's going to knock his ass into next week.
I'm staring right at him, and he's unable to make eye contact. One more reason not to trust the dude. I feel a tug on my other hand and look down at Edward. He's grinning from cheek to cheek, and once more he kisses my lips. "So to what do I owe the pleasure of my handsome husband being here today? Love?"
It takes me a few moments to realize he's talking to me. Shaking my head and pulling my hand away from the oh so tight hold I had on doctor fucking Volturi, I wrap both arms around his waist as he looks around shyly and say, "I want to take my hot husband to lunch! There's no law against that, is there?"
Heading for the cafeteria for a quick bite, Edward's talking away about his day and what it entails, showing Doctor Volturi the ropes. I think to myself, like I give a fuck what ropes are being shown to Doctor fucking Volturi! Just better not be my fucking boy's rope.
The guy just rubs me the wrong way, and I'd seen something in his eyes, something I didn't like, not one God damn bit. And if it fucking kills me, I'll get to the bottom of it.
Trying to clear my head and concentrate on the beautiful boy beside me, I give him a smile and a tender kiss on his luscious lips, sighing; we sit on opposite sides of the small table.
We're enjoying our lunch, talking about our day, Edward inquiring if I would be working late tonight, me telling him I didn't think so - I could leave early if it is slow. And then we hear it... And fuck, we freeze.
His phone is ringing, and all we can do is stare at each other forks frozen in mid air. I blink, he swallows, and still his phone rings.
Dragging it from his pocket, all he can do is stare. Closing his eyes painfully slow, he turns the screen to face me. I blink once, twice, and swallow hard. Fuck, its Alice. My heart stops, and I can feel the sweat run down the back of my neck.
Hitting the speaker button, he places the phone on the table between us. Reaching across, he clasps my hand in his, mouthing the words, "Love you."
I look down at our joined hands, licking my lips, as my mouth is now so fucking dry. I tighten my fingers with his, feeling tears well up in my eyes. I close my eyes, trying to gain some composure. Nodding my head in response, he squeezes a little harder.
We were jolted out of our reverie by Alice's loud ass voice screaming over the speaker: "HELLO?" We look down towards the table. "HELLO?" Both of us lean in closer to the phone between us. "HELLO? IS ANYONE THERE? EDWARD?"
Edward finally finds his voice. Clearing his throat, he speaks, nervously and tensely, with an anxious smile in my direction. Not breaking eye contact, he says, " Hi, sis, how are you feeling? Well, I hope! Jasper is here with me. We're having lunch." He sighs shakily, and I squeeze his hand a little tighter.
"Hi, Edward. Hi, Jasper."
"Hi, sweetie, you OK?" Do I really want to know?
"You both sitting?"
Edward's eyes go wide and he smiles. I don't, cause I'm not sure if I'm able. All I can do is nod. Stupid fucker! She can't see you...
"Well, I'm going to cut a long story short. I woke up this morning and felt a little off."
Are you fucking serious right now?
"After my shower and a little breakfast, I still couldn't shake the feeling."
She can't be fucking serious!
Edward senses my distress with a worried look of his own.
"Baby sis, I love you from the bottom of my heart, but you really have to cut this long fucking story short," he says.
I look over smirking at him. Potty mouth.
He smiles shyly back at me, raising his eyebrows with a "What?"
Shaking my head, I look back at the phone. "Go ahead, sweetie. Edward's just nervous."
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry."
And still nothing. What the FUCK!
Trying to keep my tone light and the frustration out of my voice, I take a deep breath and say, "Alice, sweetie, do you have something to tell us?"
"Oh, my God, I'm so sorry again. Yes I do I have news. You're pregnant. You're going to be Daddies. And I'm going to be an aunt. It's about fucking time, guys."
I close my eyes, bringing my hands to my face, and let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. We did it. We finally fucking did it!
Looking through my fingers, I see Edward, silent tears rolling down his face, and the biggest shit eating grin I have ever seen.
I have never seen this much love and adoration ever shown by one person, but the way Edward stood reaching for me, taking me in his arms, holding me so tight with his face in my neck, sobbing, he whispers, "Jasper, you have just made me the happiest man on the face of this earth. And I hope I am able to show you each and every day until the day we die how much this means to me."
I pull him tighter to me, kissing his lips, trying to show all the passion and devotion I have for him. Pulling back, breathlessly looking into his eyes, I say, "Sweetness, you are the best thing that has ever came into my life, and I could never live with out you. If I can make you at least half as happy as you have made me, then I have fulfilled each and every one of my fantasies."
With big thank yous and well wishes to Alice, and promises to call later, we hang up.
Sitting back down at the little table, still holding hands, smiling widely at each other, we both say in unison, "Fuck me. Daddies."
Thanks for reading hope you enjoyed and please leave me some love.
Just wanted to let you know that my first out-take will be posted this weekend so keep your eyes and ears open,it is set back in high school when the boys had to go make some purchases for condoms and lube, and it got me thinking, if anyone has suggestions on inquires regarding certain parts of the boys lives I will dedicate a chapter to it if I can, and make it an out-take so let me know your wish is my command.