So this update is coming a little early, we have company coming over this weekend so I'll be cleaning all day. Fun, fun. Ugh, I hate cleaning. Anyways, thanks for your feedback about Edward's POV.

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2007 Carlisle's House: Kitchen

"Rosalie, phone down."

Rose rolls her eyes at my dad before putting her phone in her pocket.

"Hey, you know the rule," my dad says as he sits down at the dinner table. "No phones at dinner."

She reaches across the table and puts some spaghetti on her plate. "Well, why is yours still out?"

My dad glances sharply at her as he pours himself a glass of wine.

"Because, unlike you, I have patients," he says before taking a sip. "Now let's say grace."

Edward grabs my hand, Rosalie the other.

"Father, thank you-

Edward's hand clench mine three times with the last time being so hard I feel like my hand is going to break off. I hiss in response and kick his shin.

"for this lovely dinner, and -

Edward groans and squeezes my hand hard again. Sheesh, is he trying break my damn hand?

"Stop it," I hiss under my breath.

He sticks out his tongue at me

"Kids," Esme chides and immediately Edward's hand relaxes. I glance at him under my lashes. He's staring right at me and frowns in a dramatic fashion. I bite back a giggle.

"Amen." My father finishes.

Edward doesn't release my hand, he pulls it under the table, his thumb presses down softly then slowly unfolds his fingers from my own.

Three times, we haven't played that game in years. My breathing is labored, and I know I'm blushing. He was just horsing around. Chill out.

"So, are you guys all packed, you know we're leaving bright early at 6am," my dad says as we eat.

"Yeah," Rosalie says. "But I don't get why we can't just fly, then we wouldn't have to get up at the crack of dawn," she complains.

Rosalie was never much a morning person.

"Because, they're some really pretty landscape on the way, and it'll be good bonding for us," my dad says.

I hate how 'family this' and 'family that' he is. God, he such a romantic.

"That's if Rose and Edward don't kill each other in the process," I mumble.

Esme chuckles and Rose huffs.

"That's because he doesn't know when to stop being an annoying little-

"Rose," my dad cuts in.

She drops her fork. "What?"

"Be nice," he says.

She crosses her arms over her chest and leans back in her chair.

"But I am right," she says.

Edward glowers at her and stabs at his asparagus. "Well, if you weren't so stuck up all the time maybe we'd actually get along."

Rose's eyes flash and she leans over me.

"God, you are so annoying-

"Rosalie," my dad's voice booms. "We do not use God's name in vain."

I roll my eyes. I swear, I cannot wait till I graduate.

"And you," my dad points at me. "This is a serious offense, and to be so disrespectful not only to me but to God by rolling your eyes is unacceptable."

Edward's body goes rigid.

"I think you're over reacting Dad," he says.

Dad puts down his fork and looks pointedly at him. "I most certainly am not, and this doesn't concern you," he says sharply. "Look Kids," he says, his voice now more gentle. "I know that my opinion isn't always popular, but we are held to a higher standard, God's standard."

God, can't we just go five minutes without injecting God and religion into the conversation?

"And, since I'm associate Pastor, we really are held to a higher standard," he says.

Ah, there it is. Public image, god forbid we embarrass you. This entire conversation leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. As if you have any leg to stand on, where was God's standard when you were cheating on my mother?

His self righteousness pisses me off.

"We get Dad," Edward says. "Can we change the topic now?"

My dad looks at him for a moment.

"Fine then," he says. Thank God.

We finish our meal talking about Colorado. I tune out the noise. I'm still on edge. I don't know why this irritates me so much, it's not as if it's anything new. I guess my tolerance is starting to fade. Between Leah, Seth, my fiasco of a mother and her asshole husband, I find my patience wearing thin.

"Edward and Bella, since Rose helped with dinner you two clean up," he says as he and Esme retreat to the living room and we both groan

"I pick clearing the table," Edward shouts.

Dick. He knows how much I hate doing the dishes. There's just something about handling wet food, seeing it even, that completely grosses me out.

"Jerk," I hiss at him and he just smirks at me.

He stands up and leans into my ear and whispers "Not my fault you didn't call it fast enough."

His breath tickles my skins. My heart beats faster with his proximity, so I grab my dirty napkin and hit him square in the face with it before running off.

He frowns. "Yeah, you're definitely going to regret that."

I just laugh as I start rinsing dishes. "Oh so scared," I mock.

Edward clears off the table in complete silence. Well crap, I wonder if he's actually mad. He ignores me as he wipes off the table. When he finishes I still have pans to rinse and clean. Lucky you.

He walks up beside me and grabs a pan.

"What are you doing," I ask surprised that he isn't leaving.

He shrugs. "Taking the higher road," he says as he sprays the pan and begins to scrub.

I just watch him out of the corner of my eye. He's acting really weird. Actually he's been acting weird since I got here. We've spoken more in the past three days than we have the past three years combined.

I turn my head and go back to scrubbing.

Suddenly I get hit with a spray full of water to the side of my face. I squeal and drop the pan. Laughter erupts from his mouth as I wipe my face off.

You have got to be kidding me.

"You think that's funny," I hiss.

He just keeps laughing.

Well two can play this game Asshat.

I lunge for the sprayer, trying to wrestle it from his hands. Water goes everywhere as we struggle. His body rams into mine sending us both back into the counter, his arm goes around me catching me before I completely ram myself into the edge of the counter. The sprayer drops. We're both drenched. His body is pressed into mine. His eyes drop to my shirt.

My very white shirt.

Which is wet.

And now see through.

Shit. Heat flames up my cheeks.

"Um, I should uh," I fumble out and he just blinks at me.

"Yeah, you should go uh, take care of that," he says, still looking down.

But he doesn't move. He has me caged against the counter, his hand still pressed to the small of my back. My thighs clench. There's an uncomfortable sensation going on down there, it feels warm, achy and a slight burn. I want it to stop, but it feels good. It scares me.

Suddenly his eyes go wide and he backs away. "I'll uh, clean this is up," he says refusing to look at me.

My breathing quickens as I race from the kitchen.

And the tension rises! Like always Friends, please let me know what you think! Till tomorrow!