A/N..

I don't own these boys, SM does. I just get the chance to fuck with their lives.

I want to thank everyone who reads and reviews you guys are amazing.

And as always my wonderful Beta Deβra Anne, have to thank her, and I really think my boys are growing on her, she won't own up to it yet but I can see if in her eyes...

I want to give a huge thank you to the awesomeness that is Prassacut author of Roads for pre reading this chapter I have learned so much and will be forever grateful.

Roads an E/J story... Is on my faves so go check it out cause if you haven't you don't know what your missing...And you'll be the only one in the room not knowing the first thing about Kinky Butler Sex. And you don't want to look stupid now do you?...

Now lets go find out what Jasper and Edward Hale-Cullen and Mrs Sweeney have been up too...

Fuck! I'm blind! I can't fucking see! What the hell?

Then it dawns on me as my body struggles and protests above the hard tile. I'm still lying on the fucking bathroom floor. Bringing my hands up, I wipe my eyes gently, trying to open them, my lashes hard and stiff under my touch. Trying to sit, I groan. Fuck! is anything God damn easy anymore, and can or will it ever be?

My body hurts. Every bone creaks, every muscle aches as I pull myself sleepily to my feet. The sun shines dimly through the small bathroom window, spreading a deep yellow glow over everything it comes in contact with, making it look warm; but if so, then why am I shivering? Wearily raising my head, I get to see for the first time an image I had feared ever having to become acquainted with. It was me! But not.

The person looking back at me was only half the man I really was. This stranger's reflection in the mirror looked deathly. His hair was weak and limp, his completion hard, his gaunt eyes swollen and red rimmed, lips chapped and bitterly dry. Reaching for the faucets, I run the water warm as I roll my hands under the calming steam. Fresh tears threaten to dampen my weary sockets.

Fuck! Is this it? Is this what we have become? Where the fuck do we go from here? How the fuck do I, Jasper Hale-Cullen, start to fix this fucking Goddamn mess, and start healing my poor heartbroken loving boy? And who the hell do I think I'm kidding? It's not just him needing the healing - we both need to take control of this total fuckery. So I guess when we get back to town, Edward won't be the only one asking my father-in-law for help.

Shit! My head pounds as I wipe the small soft towel over my tight, swollen flesh. Running my wet fingers through my hair, I spot the toilet bag, retrieving my toothbrush and paste. I continue trying my best to awaken some, if any, little glimpse of the man I once was.

Glancing up again, my face pains. Shit! Nothing's gonna fucking work with this crap. I pee before straightening my clothes, thinking to myself wearily how desperately I really need to bathe right now. But Christ, that's just gonna have to wait, cause there's way more important shit to tend to.

The thought makes me nervous. My belly churns, the cramps making my chest hurt. Placing my hands on either side of the mirror, I lean in, trying to stretch and ease the pain and anxiety, the muscle threatening to steal whatever sense of calmness I have left in my soul.

Shit! Just shit this to all hell.

Clutching at my chest, I'm back to my knees, trying to ease the pain. I rock, rolling back and forth on my heels. This is such fucking bull shit! Why the hell is this happening? This is all my fault! This happened because of me!

I knew what Volturi was up to. Shit, I sensed it deep down in my bones, and all I fucking did was warn his sorry ass. And the worst of it was the only thing I probably accomplished was to just piss him off even more.

Fuck! All my fault.

I would have loved to have pushed him further, but I chickened out. I wasted Goddamn time. I let my concern for Edward control my actions and reactions. I really should have just kicked his sorry ass that first night, instead of settling for my fist in his Goddamn ugly face.

Standing again, I punch the countertop one more time, having to shake off the pain while doing a little two step in the process. Fuck! That hurt! Tears threaten behind my lids. Fuck! No. Not happening.

But still they deluge.

Sobbing hard and heavy, I turn the water back on full force, this time sticking my whole head under its flow. Reaching for the towel again, I rub my head steadily, pulling and pressing the wet strands, roughly tugging them between my fingers and scratching at my scalp.

As I stand, I take a worried peek in the mirror, the image making me divert my eyes. I look torn and stressed, worn out and depressed. I really need to pull my ass together and find my inner strength if my intentions are to get us through this.

Pulling my hands down my face, then running them through my hair, I suck whatever air I can find deep into my struggling lungs. My chest tightens, but I ignore it the best I can. Grabbing the mouthwash, I swirl a capful in my throat - the bile from the previous evening threatening to pay me another visit - before spitting it in the sink as I turn the faucets off.

Reaching for the door, my fingers fold shakily around the handle. I take one last deep breath, trying to steal and brace myself for what's to come.

I open it slowly. It creaks under the pressure, but my body stays slightly behind the wooden panel, cause truthfully, right now my feet won't fucking move. I nervously glance around the opening, the sight - other than the bright light - makes my eyes sting with ushered tears.

Lying in front of the door on the floor is my amazing boy, curled up under the bed's comforter, his fucked up hair sticking up every which way over the pillow beneath his weary, worried head. His arms outstretched, fingertips right below where the door would have been before I opened it. And my heart breaks just a little more as I swallow hard, my pulse racing. He needed to be close - he needed my care - and all I did was fucking fail him.

Again, it's my fault.

Kneeling, I slowly but carefully raise the comforter.

He stirs, but remains sleeping. His eyes dart frantically under his weary, swollen lids. His beautiful, plump lips are slightly parted as he pants soft, hot breaths into the air, gently fanning my face. Fuck! He's so beautiful, even when sad and worried.

As I crawl under - drawn by his glorious heat, I slowly, but surely, lay my heavy, weary head against the soft comfy pillow. I frown angrily to myself - God, I'm such a douche! My sorry ass slept on the bathroom floor when I could have been snuggled up under this comforter with my amazing boy.

As I melt and mold to his unadulterated warmth, entwining our limbs - gently lifting his thigh and placing it carefully over mine - he stirs momentarily, a small heavenly moan resounds throughout the space.

Fuck! I'm hard again!' I really need to grow the hell up. But I can't help myself, he has always affected me this way.

His eyes flutter, lashes fanning his flushed cheeks as I watch in awe. He mesmerizes me. The sight of him makes my chest tighten, but this time in a good way.

Snuggling closer, I freeze! Cause he Goddamn tenses. I hear his breath hitch, feeling his chest tighten. Fuck!

Groaning internally, I'm pissed. But as I brace myself, intending to pull away, his hand and fingers slip somewhat shakily around my waist, his warm fingers finding their way up and under my t-shirt, drawing me closer to him. He whispers into my shoulder "Don't you dare move, Mister. You're staying put. I've missed you."

Smiling, I slip closer, as we tenderly wrap each other up in our warmth. "Missed you too, sweetness. Never want to do that again. I'm sorry, Edward. Really I am. I didn't mean to yell like that, especially not at you, babe."

His soft lips find my neck, the sensation making me shiver. His wet breath moistens my skin as he speaks. "Jasper, I love you with all that I have, but this thing - this fuckery as you like to call it - is killing us. I don't know where to even start to fix it." Pulling me tighter to him, he whimpers softly into my chest.

"Don't worry, Edward, we'll fix this. We'll get through this fuckery. It will take time, but we really need to talk and try to be as honest as we possibly can."

My lips search for his hungrily, yearning for his forgiveness, needing to be grounded. And when they meet, he doesn't disappoint. Everything we have is pushed screaming and kicking into this liplock. We grab each other's heads, pulling each other closer. Fingers find hair as palms run roughly over scalps. It's not lust, it's want. We need to forgive each other for our actions, needing to know deep down inside, that no matter what, we have each other.

Placing my hands on either side of his face, I pull back panting. Shit! Edward smiles widely, his swollen, sad eyes giving me hope. Kissing his forehead tenderly, I whisper, "Sweetie, let's take this to the bed; it's still early." I raise my eyebrows, trying to look stern, but somewhat questioningly. "Cause truthfully, babe, your husband's not as young as he used to be, and his old ass hurts right now."

And, oh my gravy, the song that rang in my tired old ears sounded like a well-sung opera. Edward flung back his beautiful fucked up head, stretching his long, lean neck to the sky, and gave out the most glorious laugh, ringing throughout the room, making my heart skip a beat for the joy it brought me.

Changing into my sleep pants and t-shirt, determined not to push the sex issue, I join my boy under the soft comforter. As my body eases into the soft mattress, I groan, and not in a good way either, this shit really hurts. My bones are screaming at me like they don't belong, so I take a few seconds trying to make my old ass comfortable.

Pulling him closer as we snuggle under, I feel Edward relax. Taking a deep breath, I try desperately to disguise the fear in my voice."Edward, tell me what happened. Tell me word for word what happened that night."

His body tenses and his fingers grasp at my shirt. "Please, Jasper."

Releasing him, I stare longingly into his slightly dim, scared eyes. "Edward, we need this. You need to tell me all your thoughts and fears from that night."

He pushes his face to my shoulder, gripping my t-shirt tighter. I feel his worried, heavy chest heave as small sobs vibrate through our bodies. I bring my hand up to his head, fingering lightly through his hair. I speak softly. "Edward, take your time. I'm here to listen. I think we need to understand what we both went through that night."

And with that, there's a knock at the door. We both jump like two scared kids, both of us releasing a yelp, looking around the room then at each other. Edward's eyes dart nervously between me and the sound.

Putting my hand on his shoulder reassuringly, I climb out of bed as the soft knocking continues. Opening the door, I have to take a step back, cause standing there with tray in hands is Mrs. Sweeney. Seeing the surprised look on my face, she eyes me sadly as she tries her best to look around me, getting all up on her toes and bending to her right. I smile widely at her. Moving to my left, not sure if I want her eying my husband while he's still in bed.

"Good morning, Mrs. Sweeney. What can I do you for?" My eyes dart questioningly between her face and the tray as I take worried glances over my shoulder to check on Edward, giving him a small smile.

I repeat my question, having to cough lightly to get her attention back to me. "Mrs. Sweeney, can I help you?"

She stares up at me, her worried look causing me some concern. Then she speaks in a quite hush: "Jasper, can I talk to you?" I raise my eyebrow in her direction before returning my eyes apologetically to Edward. Stepping out into the hall, I click the door quietly behind me.

Handing me the tray, she glances up at me sadly. Her small, somewhat worried actions concern me, making me raise both my eyebrows in her direction. "You OK, Mrs. Sweeney? Is there something you need?"

She places her chubby hand over mine as I take hold of the tray. My eyes follow her touch, then as I stare down at her again, she speaks in a low, shaky whisper: "Jasper, these walls," she points around the hall with a finger from her free hand, as she does her best to explain, "these walls are by no means thin, but when the house is quiet, and I only have a few guests, I guess sound can travel." Her hand on mine squeezes slightly before giving me a soft rub. Her skin feels warm and soft. I feel my body relax a little into her comfort. "Honey, I heard you last night, well not really heard," she explains quickly as she watches a surprised and shock look enter my face.
"I heard your quite angry whispers. I overheard some crying and a door slam, not that I'm mad that someone is slamming my doors, mind you, I'm just saying I heard it."

I open my lips, trying to explain or apologize, but she stops me, placing a fat, soft pointer finger on my now gaping mouth.

"Let me explain something to you, son." She eyes me, searching for a reaction to her term of endearment, but all I can do is smile and nod. "I've owned this fine establishment since before you were born, and if I've learned anything, I've learned people. Don't get me wrong, it's not always a good thing, but for the most part, it has served me well."

Her squeeze on my hand becomes firmer, like she senses my tension and is trying to calm me a little. Her eyes close as she takes a deep breath, looking like she needs to steel herself before continuing. " Jasper, I sense that you and your husband are going through a little trouble right now. Am I right?" I nod slowly as she continues. "I sense that you guys are here to maybe sort something out? And believe me, I won't pry."

Raising her eyebrow, she gives me a small smirk, making me return her smirk somewhat knowingly as I think to myself, That Mrs. Sweeney looks like a lady that if she wanted to know something, she would find it the hell out wither you wanted her to or not. So all I can do is nod at her in understanding.

"Jasper, sweetie," I can't help smiling wider, and this time the dimples come out to play all by themselves, "I know the both of you are only here for a few days, but I want you to take all the time you need. I don't have any guests until next week, and the ones that are here now, leave in a hour or two. So I guess what I'm trying to say is that if you and Edward need the time, take it."

Opening my mouth to speak, she gives me a stern look, making me shut up real quick. "I'm saying it's on the house, if you need to be here the rest of the week, take it. You'd being doing me a bit of a favor anyways.

"See, Mr. Sweeney had to leave early this morning. He has a family matter to deal with out of town, so I'll be by myself, if you know what I mean. You could help me around the place and maybe run an errand for me once and while?"

I smile widely as I pucker my lips, putting on my best thinking face. "Mrs. Sweeney, you are so kind, and I'll be forever grateful. Let me speak with Edward. Let me get his input, then I'll get back to you. Is that OK?"

As her little fat, chubby hand that was once squeezing mine now travels up my arm, she smiles wider. "Jasper, take your time; I'll understand. But do me a favor please. Join me for dinner tonight. I need some company, and I have a feeling we all could use a few laughs and a little drink." And as she turns to leave me to my musing and wonderment, she smiles widely over her shoulder. "And not that stupid beer you guys drink, I'm talking the hard stuff, Jasper, so be prepared to be dazzled." And with that, she wobbles her little plump body shakily down the stairs.

Returning to the room, I smile, finding Edward still under the covers. He turns, surprised, but questioningly. As I place the tray on the bed, I explain my discussion with a somewhat pushy Mrs. Sweeney. At first, he looks concerned and worried, and a little angry; but soon, his sad turned to glad when I explained her wanting us to stay for a few extra days. His head nods as his lips pucker, looking to the side, probably contemplating her offer.

"Can we do it, Jasper?'

"Huh! What, sweetness?" I replay as I busy myself by dishing out what looks to me like some very tasty pancakes.

"Can we stay for a while? I think it will do us good. And Mrs. Sweeney is growing on me a little."

I look up, cause he has caught me off guard. A piece of bacon floats in midair between my lips and fingers.

Raising my eyebrow, I question,"You want to stay?"

"Yes, for for a few days at least. We have a lot to discuss, we need answers. And I think this is the perfect place to do that."

And as our eyes sparkle with excitement and knowing, we steal longing glances and tender smiles. Enjoying each others company as we eat in comfortable and peaceful silence.

When we finish our breakfast, I place the tray on the dresser, giving myself a little reminder to take it down later, not wanting Mrs. Sweeney to have to bother walking up all those stairs just to retrieve it.

Returning to the bed, I slip in, rejoining a happy and relaxed, fed Edward, smirking at him as he gives me his best 'What?' look. "Nothing, babe, just nice to see you relaxed and contented." He wraps himself around me, hugging me tight, kissing my shoulder in the process. I sigh deeply. In these moments, I see hope, I have faith and I long for our future.

As I lay in my musing, I sense his kisses climbing over my body. His fingers glide happily up my stomach tenderly, playing with my pierced nipples. Moist lips find purchase everywhere they land, eagerly sucking on my skin and tugging on my t-shirt.

He surprisingly raises himself off the bed, continuing his manipulations on my torso, then pushing me back, he straddles my thighs, wrapping his arms around my neck and attacking my mouth with utmost want and passion. Then I freeze, cause he grids his now very hard cock up against mine. The sensation makes me growl deep in my chest, but the reminder of last night's escapades pulls me up short.

I turn my head, sternly grabbing at his wrists, pushing him back a little. Not wanting to, but feeling the need, I look into his dark, sad eyes, knowing and hoping that he finds in my returned stare the same confusion and worry.

"We can't, Edward, not right now."

He pulls me tighter to him, his arms holding on like his life depends on it, and I give him the same hopeful hold in return. "I want to try, Jasper," he whispers, his moist breath fanning my ear, making my spine tingle with anticipation. "I want to at least try. I love and miss you. I want you to help me - at least try with me. We could talk though it, maybe that would help?"

Pulling him back, I place both my hands on either side of his face.

"Edward there is nothing I want more than to be with you like that. Fuck! My body yearns and needs you so fucking badly right now, I can't think straight. But I know better now, I know once we've started, it will come to a sudden stop. And truthfully, Edward, I can't take it. My heart can't take it. The rejection is just too much for me."

I eye him warily. My chest is heaving, the sadness I feel threatening to consume me.

"Please understand - it's not anger or pain with not getting the fuck off. It's more than that! If the latter was the case, I'd go to the shower and jerk the fuck off. But it's not that, cause jerking the fuck off won't solve anything. It's the pain of not having you, it's the anger from not being able to fix this fuckery. And most of all, I get mad because I feel I've lost you - us - our togetherness and our happy lives."

He pulls back, his eyes pained and damp, but I hold strong. I need him to understand where I'm coming from. Then in a hushed, strained whisper, he proceeds. "I was fucking scared, Jasper! My heart and soul had never felt so much fear in all my life. And I wanted you! I needed you! And you weren't there for me!

Gripping me tighter to him he gasps into my neck. "I was terrified! I was fucking terrified, Jasper! And you weren't Goddamn there."

Straining my neck, twisting slightly I watched in my own pain as my poor boy fell apart before my very eyes, tears flowing freely down his flushed cheeks as he relives our nightmare.

But no matter how torn and drained, he does his best to struggle on through his heavy sobs.

"I knew I was being stupid, Jasper. I understood why you weren't there. In my heart, I knew that if you could have been, you would have been. But it didn't fucking help that Volturi was using it as ammunition against me. He taunted and tormented me for hours, trying his best to break me.

"But I didn't break, Jasper! Not once did I forsake us." Shaking his head frantically from side to side.

As he continued, I listened patiently, trying to ease his pain with my touch, trying to mend his broken heart with soft kisses; and in return, he follows my lead. Each of us is holding, touching, wanting to be released and escape from our inner pain.

I watch him carefully try to regain some control of his emotions, so lost in my thoughts, I nearly miss his strangled whisper.

"I feel dirty, Jasper! Broken and dirty! I feel lost!" His chest heaves with heavy sobs. He grips at his t-shirt tight as the fingers from his outstretched hand sink slowly and painfully into my own.

"I know I'm being stupid, Jasper. I just don't feel right. I try and I think I am, but then suddenly I'm not. I don't want to feel dirty, broken or lost anymore, Jasper. I want to feel you - I want to feel your warmth and comfort again - I want us."

As we wipe each other's tears and try our best to ease each other's hurt, our bodies tremble and shiver. I do my best to explain what was going through my head and what was in my heart that night. I told him about my dream (or should I say nightmare?), explaining in depth that not knowing where he was and even if he was safe tore at my heart. I tell him what happened in the basement and explain the fuckery at the hospital. I do my best to be truthful as I pour my hatred for Alec Volturi out on the table.

This conversation is honest, pure, painful and anguished. We don't hold back. Our hearts are breaking as our souls sink in despair, but as the words are spoken and the anger is poured out into the room and upon ourselves, no touch is taken away, no caress is held back, there are no questions left to be answered, no fear and worry to be sought after. We pour our pain into this moment. We take this opportunity to reconnect our weary souls.

And as we lay wrapped in each other, not so broken or hurt, but drained and depleted, we cradle our bodies as we rock slowly, the flowing tears cleansing and hushed breaths comforting each other's wants and needs. As we calm and bask in our new found knowing and understanding, feeling somewhat hopeful, the air in the room seems thinner, easier to breathe, as we lie taking hearty gulps into our lungs, finding for the first time in weeks that it comes effortlessly.

A few hours later, I wake, blinking in the afternoon sun. As I squint, I look around wearily, feeling Edward stir beside me. He pulls me closer, holds me tighter, and the move contents me. Oh how much things have changed from a few days ago when I had to take a perch by the bed because of all his turning and tossing. I press into him firmer, his fingers finding need in my shirt, his soft breath fanning my neck and his sweet moan elating me, making me pull him even further - if possible - to me.

Fingering his hair, I lean to his ear, and in a soft, calm voice, I speak gently. "Baby, let's take a shower together. I don't know about you, but I'm in dire need of a wash. We should get dressed anyway, and go see what Mrs. Sweeney has in store for us."

He stirs a little, pulling me tighter. "Don't wanna."

I chuckle softly to myself and reply, "It's got nothing to do with wanna, honey. It's need, and we really need right now."

"OK, if we have to, but know I'm doing this under duress. I would rather just lie here and be lazy."

Pulling myself off the bed, laughing softly, I bring him with me to his feet. "Get naked, Edward, we need to bathe." I eye him as he smirks devilishly. I raise my eyebrows "Don't be getting any ideas, mister, we need to wash and get the fuck out of this room pronto."

As I stand in the bathroom in my boxers, running the water between my fingers before placing the shower curtain carefully around the claw foot tub, not wanting to make a mess. I sigh in disappointment. Shit! I really wanted to try this out. But alas, it will have to wait. Maybe by the time our stay is over, we'll get to play in it for a while.

I'm smiling to myself when Edward walks in - and shit! - he steals my breath. There in all his fucked up glory is a naked Edward, faded bruises bites and all. I see him tremble slightly, making my chest hurt a little, but he smiles knowingly.

His eyes dart around the small space, suddenly looking self-conscious.

Quickly removing my own underwear, trying my best to even the playing field. He smiles widely, and, in return, so do I.

I carefully step under the spray. Holding back the curtain, I reach out my hand. Edward eyes it warily, but as I wiggle my fingertips, he smiles even wider, taking my hand in his. It's a rain forest spray, so the water flows and covers both of us, releasing deep, hearty groans from our heavy chests. Grabbing the body wash, I pour some into the palm of my hands before lathering it up between my fingers, signaling to Edward to spin with my soapy pointer finger.

My hands mold to him as he melts under my touch. This is easy - this is us - this we can do. Edward sighs deeply with the feel of my hands roaming his tight muscled body. I know every inch of him, every nook and cranny. My fingers play on his skin, my palms pressing hard, easing his tensed, roped back.

His breathing is labored and shallow as his hips sway gently, peace falling over him. His head hangs back heavily. He leans into my touch, making my breath hitch. As his weight melts with me, I have to steady myself, trying my best to control my want and need for him.

Turning him to face me, I fall gently to my knees. I feel him tense slightly, but I do my best to ignore it. Taking his foot in my hands, laying my head on his thigh, I continue to wash.

I'm nervous, and my hands are shaking, but I'm determined to accomplish my task at hand. We will get through this shower without it being sexual. We need to reconnect,needing to remember where we started and how we've come this far.

When I've completed my task and he's done, I place him under the spray. He's eying me warily, giving me sideways glances, but I'm not paying him any mind. I can almost hear the wheels turning in his pretty little head. He's waiting for me to pounce. He's trying to anticipate my next move,but each time he catches my gaze, I just smile and continue with what I'm doing.

Proceeding to wash myself, I stop abruptly. His hands are on me, his soft, gentle touch easing my nerves and calming my soul. He follows my every move, even down to laying his forehead on my thigh. The only change being when he is about to stand, he places one opened mouthed soft kiss against my skin as he makes it to his feet. I pull him to me, taking his lips, but letting him know I wanted his tongue. And with only a little teasing, it comes out to play. We hold each other, fingers roam and press, chests heave as our breathing becomes somewhat labored.

Pulling away, not wanting to take this too far, I smile tenderly into his sparkling dark eyes. "We have a lady waiting for us, sweetness. Maybe it's time we got a move on. Don't ya think?'

Grabbing my face with his hands, he pulls my mouth to his, placing a hard, but short, kiss upon my swollen lips. Leaning back, he smiles softly. His eyes dance with mischief, making my heart skip an awaiting beat. Then as he kisses my neck and shoulder, he whispers, "And who are we to keep a lady waiting? Let's go see what she has in store for us. Can't wait to see what we're having for dinner, cause I'm getting hungry - which means, mister, you're starving," poking me in the belly and making me jump.

Turning off the water, we both step gingerly out of the tub, heading to the room to get dressed. And as we rush around readying ourselves, I sense the lightness. I feel the hope making me sigh deeply with contentment.

We enter the kitchen to find Mrs. Sweeney fussing around, her little plump body wobbling as she moves. Her form is squeezed tightly into a shocking pink apron.

Edward releases a chuckle at her expense. Heck, the sight of her dancing around the space opening and closing cupboard doors makes us both giggle.

She turns in surprise, and as she eyes our joined hands, she smiles widely, making her baby blues sparkle. She waves her oven-mitt covered hand at us, encouraging us in, letting us know she won't bite. I chuckle to myself, cause really I think given half the chance, she would.

"Jasper, Edward, I'm so happy you're able to join me for dinner. You're such gentlemen to grant an old lady like me your company. Hopefully it won't be to painful for you both." She giggles like a school girl as she fusses around her big country kitchen. As she moves around somewhat swiftly for a woman of her size, she barks out orders, telling us what to do and what she needs.

The conversation is free and light. She asks us questions, and is not afraid to find out the answers, making Edward and me glance at each other from time to time, surprised at just how open-minded Mrs. Sweeney, as a lady of her age, can be. Some of her questions were silly, making us laugh out loud, but we understood where she was coming from and we answered her willingly and as truthfully as possible.

Then she shocks us both when she lets out a little yelp.

"What the fu...?" I bite my lip, cutting off the word.

Edward gives me a stern look, his eyes darting between Mrs. Sweeney and me, before he scolds, "Jasper Hale-Cullen! You kiss your husband with that mouth?"

Mrs. Sweeney stops what she's doing and lets loose a healthy, hearty laugh. "Oh my, Edward, I say that to my husband all the time when he uses his potty mouth. It's nice to see it's being picked up by the younger generation." She raises her eyebrow, smirking gleefully at us both.

Mrs. Sweeney continues to stare in my direction, and still I wait, raising my brow before inquiring. "Well?"

She stares harder at me, confused. "Well what, Jasper?"

"You let out a yelp, Mrs. Sweeney. Are you OK? Are you hurt?"

"Oh shit!" The word makes Edward and me giggle like school kids before returning our attention back to her, and with a flushed face, she continues: " I nearly forgot we need crusty Italian bread to go along with our spaghetti and meatballs, and I don't have any. Jasper, would you be able to run to the store for me and pick some up? You all know the meal would never be complete without it."

I glance at Edward nervously, but he reassures me with a wide smile. Mrs. Sweeney fumbles for her purse as she eyes us curiously. "Edward, can you stay with me and help me finish up? I'm sure Jasper will find his way. It shouldn't take him too long. I promise it should be no time at all."

And as I glance at Edward, he nods happily. Mrs. Sweeney eyes me wearily before reaching out and covering Edward's hand with her own, giving us both a reassuring look.

"OK, then tell me where I have to go, and I'll be on my way. I'll be expecting dinner on the table when I get home, mister." I laugh, leaning over placing a soft kiss on his glorious plump lips.

Edward sighs deeply and his eyes close softly as his cheeks flush. Mrs. Sweeney giggles, making Edward flush deeper. The scene makes me laugh hard; I'm relaxed and at peace, making me feel lighter and overjoyed.

After getting my marching orders, I head out, realizing when I get to the door that I needed my keys. Running swiftly upstairs, I retrieve them and quietly make my exit. But before reaching the door, I freeze, cause I hear Edward and Mrs. Sweeney talking in the kitchen. And at first, their laughter is loud, but for some reason, it turns quiet and hushed, and the stillness makes me nervous. So I dare a closer listen, and move softly and quietly in the direction of the door. It's opened slightly, so all I have to do is lean against the frame and wait.

I listen nervously and curiously as Mrs. Sweeney explains to Edward how she wants a certain item chopped, making them both laugh, as I'm sure my boy gave her one of his devilish looks. The thought makes me grin madly, but I'm taken out of my musing when I hear her whisper softly.

"Edward, dear did Jasper happen to mention anything to you about what we discussed earlier?"

The chopping stops abruptly as he quietly replies to her question.

"Yes, Mrs. Sweeney, he did, and I want to thank you again for your kind offer. We just might take you up on your proposal."

And as I listen eagerly, the chopping continues.

I'm turning to leave when I hear Mrs. Sweeney question again.

"Is everything all right, son? You guys are okay, right?" She's moved a little closer to Edward now, her voice softer and full of concern.

The chopping slows, but doesn't stop this time. My boy's trying to act all nonchalant now, but as he speaks, I hear the sad pain in his husky voice. "We're good. We have something going on right now; but we're good."

Listening as drawers open and close, I sigh deeply at Mrs. Sweeney's concerned voice.

"Marriage is hard, Edward! No one as ever said it's easy, but for some reason, I don't think it's your marriage that's broken or in question here. I feel it's something more, something bigger than you both."

I hear Edward take strong, deep breaths; he's trying his best to control himself. My stomach flips with nerves. I want to walk in and end this madness and put a stop to his pain. But something tells me not to. Something tells me he needs this. So I stay put with patience and wait for his answer.

Then in a whisper so soft I almost missed it, I hear him. "I was taken." I hear something drop, making me tense, but still I stay in hiding. "Huh? What? Excuse me? Edward what did you just say to me? Did I hear you right?"

"You heard me right, Mrs. Sweeney. It's a long story, and I'd rather not get into it right now if you don't mind. But yes, I was taken and held against my will and for some fucking – oops, sorry, Mrs. Sweeney."

"It's okay, son. A little cussing never hurt anyone."

"Well for some reason, I can't seem to get the hell over it."

I hear her shuffle closer to my boy as she speaks softer.

"Come here, Edward. Come on! Come on! You need a hug, sweetie."

And as I hear them both sigh deeply in unison. Mrs. Sweeney continues, "If there's nothing else I've learned in all my years, it's that what doesn't kill us makes us stronger. And honey, when I watch you and Jasper, I see strength - lots of it - and an abundance of love. So if any couple can get through anything, it's the both of you."

A tear slips down my face as she continues, "You guys are madly in love. Oh please, I would have to be blind not to see it. And that big handsome fella of yours looks like he has the strength of many, and the patience to go along with it."

She fusses for a minute and then I hear Edward's strained quiet voice: "I think I've pushed him too far, Mrs. Sweeney. I think his patience with me is wearing thin. You heard us last night! Jasper has never really raised his voice to me, so last night makes me think he's finally reached the end of his rope."

I strain to hear Mrs. Sweeney speak, her voice muffled by what I'm thinking is Edward's hair as she hugs him tight.

"Nonsense, Edward! That boy loves you to pieces; it's in his every move and word. And for some reason, I think he starts his patience quota anew with each day that dawns. You have no worries there, sweetheart."

They are both sniffing and panting lightly as she inquires again. "Do you love him, Edward?"

He answers somewhat sternly, "Of course I do."

"Is he your everything?"

"Yes, he is, and always has been."

Then she giggles devilishly

"Do his kisses still make you drunk?"

Edward giggles. "Huh?" And then they both laugh.

"You know what I mean, Edward. Drunk, son, drunk. Do his kisses still make you drunk - weak at the knees, head spinning, belly flips - all the good stuff as in drunk."

And with a soft chuckle, Edward answers, "Yes, Mrs. Sweeney, his kisses make me very drunk at times."

And as I wipe the tears from my face and take a deep breath. Heading for the door quietly, I hear Mrs. Sweeney say gleefully, "Then all is good with the world. Everything will work out just fine, you can take my word for that. Now, mister, let's get this dinner finished, cause I have a feeling your husband will have both our hides if he returns and it's not on the table."

And as I click the door gently behind me, I leave with the laughter of Edward and Mrs. Sweeney ringing in my ears.

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