A/N: Hello again! I had a brief moment of inspiration while I was brushing my teeth today, and since I only had choir practice on my schedule, you guys get a chapter! Surprising, I know! Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Twilight and characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. Only the plot is mine.

Chapter 12

JPov

I had a very serious problem. More serious than my career choice. More serious than deciding where to go to college. More serious, even, than coming out to my parents, which was fucking serious.

No, those didn't compared to the decision I had now, which I had to firmly decide within the next two days. Would Edward leave me? Of course he would, I'd leave him if he ever tried to pull this shit with me. Which he never would. I would deserve for him to leave me.

"Jasper?"

"Yeah mama?" I asked, returning my attention to the phone pressed against my ear.

"You're are coming, right?"

"Yes mama, I always come to the Whitlock reunion. I don't know why you always expect me to bail each year." Fuck, I immediately wished I could take those words back. My mama was a southern woman and no one talked to her like that or questioned her. I was about to get my ass chewed out.

"What did you just say to me? Did you sass me? I gave birth to you, you do not speak to me like that. Don't you respect me? Love me?" There we go. My mama knew how to manipulate people. She knew exactly which buttons to push to make me feel guilty.

"I'm sorry mama. Of course I love you, it's just been a long day. I'm sorry I spoke back." I tried to put as much repentance into my voice as possible without sounding fake. I also really hoped that she would pick up on my comment about my day and get off the current mission she was on.

"And you'll bring your man home, right?" Fuck. Mama was insisting on meeting Edward. Ever since I had told her about him two weeks ago, she would call me everyday asking if he was coming with me to the reunion. It didn't help that she tag-teamed with Rosalie. Between the two of them, I was being harassed all day.

It wasn't that I didn't want Edward to meet my family. I desperately wanted my family to love Edward as much as I did. However, I was fully aware of Edward's tendency to freak the fuck out. I didn't want him to flip because I pushed him too quickly.

We hadn't even had sex yet because he wasn't ready, how could I possibly suggest that he come to the Annual Whitlock Reunion. A reunion that would have my entire family, as well as generations of other Whitlock's, all under one roof for five days. Not to mention that the weekend was over Easter. Surely Edward would rather spend the holiday with his family than cooped up in Texas feeling uncomfortable with my family?

"I'll ask him," I promised. I would ask him, but only because I would have to explain my absence for five days and I didn't want him to feel like I didn't want him to come. But I would make it very clear that he was under no pressure to accept.

"Good, cause I wanna meet the man who makes my baby boy's voice smile." I smiled at my mama's expression. She always knew when we were truly happy because she could hear it in our voice. She said our voices smiled.

"You will mama, someday. But it's still pretty soon, so I don't know if he would be comfortable. Maybe we should just go down in the summer and meet y'all."

"Nope, ask him now. I wanna meet him now." My mama could be stubborn once she got something into that bleach blonde head of hers.

"Yes mama," I relented. There was nothing I could do but ask him now.

"I love you, baby boy."

"I love you too, mama."

When we hung up, I immediately missed the sound of my mama's voice. I was excited to visit them. I looked forward to this weekend all year long, but I was nervous. If Edward agreed, this would be the first time I would bring a partner. This was more official than meeting the parents at dinner. I would be throwing him to the wolves. Edward would be meeting my entire family, down to the littlest great grandchild, in one intense weekend away.

I wanted him to come. There was no way I could handle being away from him for five days, especially when I would be surrounded by such love. I wanted to share that with him. But I didn't want to scare him away.

I thought about it for the rest of the day, debating on whether I should ask or not. I kept vacillating, but every time I would come back to the same answer. I wanted him there. Even if he said no, I didn't want to spend the entire weekend wishing that I had the balls to ask.

After classes were done I went to the music department to practice. My lessons were progressing nicely. My fucking awesome scales skills had progressed to fucking awesome playing skills. I was excited to perform my piece for my class, and was extremely excited to finally hear what Edward was doing with the piece.

His talent astounded me every time I heard him play. Every single note would etch him a little more onto my heart. I hadn't known that I could love someone as much as I loved Edward, and it surprised me that it was possible for me to love him more each day.

I was so proud of him for entering the competition. Even though I had to force him to mail that envelope, even going to far as to force his hand to slide the envelope into the postage box, his bravery made me want to sweep him off his feet, get him to the nearest bed, and show him how much I loved him. A fantasy I had imagined many times.

When I finished practicing I skipped my ritual of playing "Twinkle, Twinkle," out of my slight annoyance at being pressured by my mama. I loved her and missed her, but if she had just kept her mouth shut I wouldn't be having this internal conflict. Instead of worrying about how I would ask him to meet my entire fucking family in one whiplash getaway, my biggest problem would be how to get my cautious boyfriend to sleep with me—an issue I was very frustrated with already.

Edward knew something was distracting me as soon as I came into the house. No one could read me like he could. He always knew my moods. If mama said that my voice smiled for her when I was happy, than my voice fucking beamed with Edward.

"Jasper, what's wrong?" He asked as soon as I entered. I took off my shoes and jacket and dropped my briefcase on the floor. I took his hands in mine, kissing each knuckle, then led him into the living room. I sat him down on the couch and sat on the coffee table in front of him.

Edward looked expectantly at me. I knew I was worrying him, but every time I tried to say something my throat caught. I finally stood up and began pacing in front of the TV. I was aware of Edward's eyes following my every move, but he seemed to understand that I needed time.

"Edward?" I asked, halfway through my tenth pace.

"Yes Jasper," he said reluctantly.

I turned to look at him, needing to look at him while I asked him this. "I'm going to ask you a question. I don't expect an answer now, though that would be nice cause I really need to know by tomorrow, the day after at the latest, because there's the hotel to book and tickets to get," I immediately cut myself off, realising that I was rambling. Fuck, where's confident Jasper when I need him?

"Jasper, what are you talking about?"

I sighed and sat back down in front of him, "Edward, every year, my family has what we have dubbed the Annual Whitlock Family Reunion. It takes place over Easter, so next weekend and it's for five days. Mostly we just hang out, see what's been going on in everyone's lives, say hi to people we haven't seen since last year. It's a lot of eating, drinking, playing stupid games, and football."

I looked at Edward, trying to see how he was feeling. He looked pained, like he knew I was abandoning him. As cruel as it was, I felt my spirits lift. If he felt so sad about my leaving, then maybe he would be willing to come with me.

"So you're going to be gone next weekend, is what you're saying."

"Yeah," I said, nodding, "but that's not it. See, um, in a moment of weakness, I may have mentioned you to my mother," his eyes shot up to meet mine, "and she may want to meet you. In fact, she's desperate to meet you. My mama and sister have been harassing me for weeks to ask you to come with me."

Edward's eyes narrowed, "For weeks? You knew that this would happen and you finally decide to ask me now, a week before? What, were you waiting to decide if I was worth showing off first?"

I felt like I had been slapped. I was expecting the conversation to end badly, but not like this. I quickly leaned forward and captured his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me. "No, not at all. I want you to come Edward. Not to show you off, but so that my family can love you as much as I do. But I was worried. I didn't want to freak you out, so I was… procrastinating," I ended lamely.

"Freak out?" Edward's voice was hard, "I'm not delicate, Jasper. You can just fucking ask me."

Shit, this was not at all how I planned. "I know you're not delicate Edward. But you're cautious. And I understand, I do. But I don't want to… I just don't want to scare you away. I feel like I'm always pushing you, and I don't want to push you over your limit."

"Have you ever thought that maybe I appreciate the push? That maybe I need it?" Edward stood from the couch and stared down at me. I felt like an ashamed child. "Have you thought that I'm getting better? I'm opening myself up?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I know you're getting better," I asserted. I stood up so that we were eye level, "I know that. And I'm proud of you for it, but Edward, we haven't even had sex yet. I didn't know how you would feel about meeting my entire family. And I mean entire."

Edward stood there stoically. I waited under his gaze, feeling like I had crossed an invisible line somewhere. I hastened to fix it, "I'm sorry, Edward. I'm not pushing you, or resentful towards you. I'm willing to wait until your comfortable. I'm sor—"

"Ask me," he whispered.

"What?" I asked, not quite sure I had heard him correctly.

"Ask me," he repeated louder.

I hesitated for only a second before I asked, "Edward, will you come with me? I don't want to spend five days away from you. And I want my family to meet you."

"When would we leave?" He asked, sounding as calm and natural as if I had asked him to dinner.

"Wednesday," I answered, "And returning Sunday. We'd get a hotel nearby so we don't have to spend all day with the family. And I'd like to show you where I grew up."

"Would you show me the abandoned house that got you interested in history?" For a moment I was surprised that Edward would remember me telling him about that house, but then I pushed it away. Of course he remembered, Edward remembered everything about me, much as I remembered everything about him.

"Of course. I'd love to take you there."

Edward nodded, "I'm going to call my students and cancel my lessons. I'm sure you can handle the hotel. Since you know the area, you'll know which hotel is best."

I nodded exuberantly, shocked that he had accepted, "of course, and I'll take care of the plane tickets. What time would be good for you to leave?"

"I think we should leave as early as we can, don't you think? Get settled before everyone else comes?" Edward turned away to find his student list, but I couldn't let him leave right away. I grabbed his arm and turned him towards me.

"Are you sure Edward?" I asked.

"Of course. I'm nervous," he admitted, "but I want to meet your family."

I cupped his face with my hand and brought our faces closer until my lips brushed his, "Thank you," I whispered. I kissed him deeply, hoping that he could feel the love, thankfulness, and excitement I put in the kiss. He smiled a beautiful smile that reached his eyes before he turned away.

"Oh and Jasper," Edward said over his shoulder as he walked away, "This doesn't distract from your lesson. Get in there and practice. I'll be there after I'm done calling my students. You've been too lax these past weeks."

"But I thought I get extra treatment since I make the teacher get off," I pouted.

He just smirked and walked away. I couldn't help the smile that came over my face. Edward would be coming with me. He would be meeting my family, and visiting my favourite place in the world. I vowed to make sure that I would always find time to whisk Edward away from my family for a few hours. There was so much I wanted to show him, so much that made me, me.

The evening passed peacefully. I kept waiting for Edward to make me pay for not telling him, but he was the sweet, loving boyfriend I had come to expect. We watched TV and then fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next day I arranged for the hotel room, well, motel room. My parents lived in a small town, so there was only one motel, Lazy Times motel. It was understood that over Easter, masses of Whitlock's would rent out all of the rooms; anyone else visiting would have to stay somewhere else. I also got the plane tickets. We would leave on the first flight out, bright and early at 8am. I hoped that we would arrive before the rest of my family so we would have some time to ourselves.

I arrived at Edward's exhausted from work. We were getting closer to midterms so my days were filled with grading papers and preparing tests. As soon as I walked in, I knew something was different. Edward didn't greet me at the door; he always greeted me, asking me about my day. Or at least yelled out a hello so that I could go find him.

"Edward?" I yelled into the silence. I walked further into the house and noticed noise coming from the kitchen. "Edward?" I asked, walking to the kitchen.

Then all thought left me.

There was Edward, standing over the stove wearing nothing but his apron—the apron that had figured in many of my fantasies. My mouth went dry, and I found myself walking towards him with my arms outstretched. I had to touch him, my fingers needed to feel his skin beneath them. When I was inches from him though, he swung around and glared at me.

"No Jasper," he said before turning back to his cooking. I whimpered and reached out my hand again. His perfect taut ass was teasing me, begging to be grasped and spread beneath me.

"No," he said forcefully. He turned back to me and pointed to the kitchen table with a fork, "go sit down at the table."

I obeyed. I watched his every move, his nakedness and forcefulness going straight to my cock. Naked BBQ night was already better than I ever expected, especially with a commanding Edward.

"Do you know," Edward said casually, his back still to me, "what happens to boys who aren't honest?"

"What?" I couldn't help but notice the lust in my voice. I'm sure Edward did too; I saw the corner of his cheek lift. He turned back to me, his full lips in a smirk. Instead of answering, he began dishing out the food onto plates. He brought them to the table and handed me my food. Then he sat in his chair next to me. I could see his erection pressing against the fabric of the apron.

"Aren't you going to eat your food?" Edward asked, his eyebrow cocked as he watched me.

I nodded, but couldn't take my eyes off him. I was fully erect now and desperate for Edward to touch me. He was waiting for me to eat though, so I forced my brain to focus on eating.

Edward continued to watch me throughout the rest of dinner, only looking away when he filled his fork with the steak and vegetables he had grilled. I had to stare down my food. I knew that if I looked at Edward, I would be done.

When we both finished eating, Edward picked up my plate. Standing right in front of me, inches from his cock, it was only his forceful glare that stopped me from reaching out and grasping him.

"Stay," he commanded. My breathing was getting heavier, my cock getting harder, and Edward was doing nothing about it. Was this my punishment? Leaving me hot and horny? If so, it was the cruellest thing he could possible do.

When he finished cleaning the plates, he began cleaning the counters. He took is time, watching me with heavy lidded eyes. Then he put the cleaning supplies away. With the kitchen clean, I couldn't help but wonder what he would do next. I didn't have to wonder long.

He reached behind him and undid the ties holding the apron together then lifted it over his head. My mouth went dry again as I gazed on the man I loved, naked and aroused before me.

"Follow me." Edward said, walking away towards his bedroom. "Undress and get on the bed," he said. I followed quickly, needing to see what happened. When I was laid out on the bed, I looked at Edward and waited. He didn't disappoint me.

He slowly crawled up me, straddling my hips. He ran both his palms down my chest, stopping to tweak my aroused nipples. I moaned and arched off the bed trying to get contact, but Edward lifted himself higher, making sure not to touch me. He hummed disapprovingly, scolding me.

"You hurt me, you know," he said quietly. He continued running his hands on my body, across my hips, down and around my thighs. Everywhere but where I needed him.

"Edward," I moaned. He moved himself down, so he was hovering above my erection.

"I'm hurt that you think I'm such a flight risk. For your information," he lowered his head right above my cock, when he spoke his lips brushed the tip, "cautious is not prudish." Then he engulfed my length, his tongue caressing the underside as he lowered. One hand went to my balls; the other grasped my hip, holding me down. He lifted up, swirling his tongue around the tip.

"I'm not afraid," he whispered, his breath brushing across my tip. I moaned and threw my head back, grasping at the sheets to contain myself. His mouth covered me again; he hollowed his cheek, almost making me come at the sweet suction.

He released me, sitting up straight. He kissed me deeply and I immediately opened my mouth so that I could taste him. Our tongues flicked across each other. Edward pulled away first, smirking at my moan of dissatisfaction. He ducked his head to trail kisses down my neck.

"But if you think I am, then maybe I should stop," I growled at his threat and grabbed his hips to pull him closer to me.

"Say it," he whispered against my neck.

"Say what?" I asked, trying to control my breathing. He moved to the other side, lightly biting a particular part on my jaw that he knew drove me nuts.

"Say I'm not afraid."

"You're not afraid," I managed to get out. I tried to thrust my hips to meet his, but he caught me and held me down.

"I don't know why you're so eager to end our fun so quickly," he commented lightly. His hand reached down and wrapped around my cock, "do you really want this to go away without knowing what I have planned for it?"

That made me pause. What did he have planned? Edward reached behind him and opened his bedside table. He smiled at me, watching my reaction as he pulled out a condom and lube. I opened my mouth to say something, but quickly shut it. There was no way I was going to end this now.

Edward rolled the condom onto my cock, stroking it lightly. I heard the snap of the lube cap and watched in awe as Edward reached between his legs. I watched as he slowly inserted a finger into the place I desperately wanted to go. He began to prepare himself for me, inserting one finger after another. Unable to contain myself, I reached out and wrapped my hand around his erection. His moan of pleasure made my cock twitch.

He grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away from him. He removed his fingers and positioned himself above my cock. "Are you sure?" I had to ask. I knew I would regret it in the morning if Edward acted weird for any reason. I had to know that at this moment he wanted this as much as I did.

"What did I say?" Edward barked. He ran his hands along my stomach, feeling the muscles ripple at his touch.

"You're not afraid," I repeated back.

"Very good," he whispered. He leaned down to kiss me, simultaneously lowering himself onto my cock. I kissed him deeply, but stopped to moan into his mouth as I felt my cock being surrounded by his sweet warmth.

He paused above me, letting himself adjust. I tried to not come at that very instant. I had dreamed about this from the first moment I laid eyes on Edward. Him being here with me fulfilled all my fantasies and dreams. I would die a happy man if his body were to be the last I ever had wrapped around me.

Edward was slow and patient, forcing us to savour the experience and not just fuck ahead to a release. His tongue entered my mouth as his body left my cock, leaving as he pushed back down, harder each time. After what felt like hours of slow, steady movements my control broke.

In one—and in my opinion, quite graceful—move, I was above him, pressing myself as deep into him as I could go. I pulled out, and slammed back in, pressing our bodies together. I soon lost myself in him, thrusting into his body, touching the deepest part of him. I was making Edward mine, completely. I now possessed every part of him, heart, mind and body. I reached between us and grasped his cock, pumping him with my thrusts. He brought his legs up, his feet resting on my ass allowing me to mark him deeper. With the final thought of mine, I buried myself in him, shouting his name as my release overcame me. He soon followed as I collapsed on top of him.

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me. He lifted his head and kissed my jaw, "was it worth the wait?"

"Fuck yes, love," I beamed down at him. I had never been this happy. I had just made love to the man that I loved, and it was mind-blowing.

We waited in the silence, letting ourselves calm down. Some minutes later, Edward got up and grabbed a washcloth to clean us up. Then he wrapped himself back up in my arms and we quietly spoke about our day.

"I booked our flights," I told him when the conversation came around to me, "and the hotel. Though I should warn you, there's only one place to stay in town. And it's a motel, not a hotel. Oh, and the rest of the family will be staying there too."

"The rest of the family?" Edward sounded a bit distressed. I tried not to laugh as the full repercussions of his acceptance finally sunk in.

"Yeah, we kinda rent the place out whenever we have this reunion. My parent's house is too small, so only a few people can stay there. Usually it's my grandparents. Though," I said, chuckling at memories, "I'm sure my parents wished it was us kids staying there."

"I'm really excited to meet your family, Jasper." Edward's voice was drowsy. I could feel his body relaxing against mine as he succumbed to sleep.

"They're going to love you just as much as I do." I told him. I ran my fingers through his hair, until I heard his soft snores. I carefully moved him to the side of the bed, covering him with the blanket. As tired as I was, I still had a lot of work to do before I could leave. I went out into the living room and turned on the news. I always liked noise while I was grading. It helped keep me a little sane while I trudged through reading papers and grading the same tests over and over again.

I had been working for an hour when a loud snore caught my attention. Smiling to myself, I thought of the wonderful man in that room. I never believed I would love someone as much as I loved Edward. I desperately wanted it, sure, but as I moved through my life, watching my friends get married and have families, while I continued my education and had brief relationships, I toyed with the idea that maybe it wouldn't happen for me. You always saw those people. The ones who flitted from relationship to relationship, but never found that one person who completed them.

But I wasn't that person anymore. I had Edward now, and nothing could make me let him go.

I cleaned up my paperwork. Thinking about Edward made me want to go to him. I had to touch him, to remind myself that he was here. That he was mine.

I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I stripped off the sweatpants I had put on and crawled into bed. Edward shifted with my weight, falling back towards me slightly. I wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled us closer together.

When I fell asleep I dreamed of my parents in lawn chairs in their backyard. Emmett was chasing Tenny and James around the yard, and Rosalie was yelling at him to knock it off. Some of the younger kids were splashing around in a pool shaped like an umbrella, which was odd because my parents didn't have a pool. And there, in the middle of the chaos was Edward. He stood on the back porch, smiling down at me. When he held out his hand, I never hesitated. I took it, and followed him as he led me into the darkness of the house.

A/N: Possessive Jasper and Assertive Edward all in one chapter! What a good week.

Please review, and I'll see you next time. ~AJ Kelly