They are having a quiet conversation. The woman is beautiful and the girl resembles her mother, but she also has the most amazing color hair. It is brown with red tones. I think of my own daughter's hair, the tufts of brownish red that were so soft, I am sure I think of this because of what today is. As I dry my hands and turn to leave the girl looks up at me. Her eyes are piercing green and paired with her hair she is exactly...exactly...the thought gets stuck in my head. I pull on the door and leave the bathroom. I need a drink.

EPOV

Sitting in silence on the end of the bed, I prepare for my wife's arrival into our bedroom. Elbows resting upon my knees I push the heel of each palm into my eyes and rub vigorously hoping to calm my nerves.

Ashley is only down the hall making sure our daughter is settled in for night. At any moment she will be standing in front of me wondering what the hell is going on because the last two days that I have spent with them I have been noticeably agitated and distracted, even being short-tempered with Libby which is something that never happens.

Looking back over the evening I feel embarrassed at the way I acted, but still felt justified in my behavior. Ashley invited both sets of our parents over for dinner. Since I have been travelling for work and making sure that the house in Forks was progressing my time at home has been sporadic at best. So my wife decided that a dinner would be a good way to spend time with our families while sharing information about our new house, I would have rather come home to see my daughter, relax in the den and finish the bottle of scotch my father gifted me.

Instead I had to endure Ashley complaining about shopping, cooking, and cleaning for dinner. I suggested that we take them out to dinner only to have her laugh and mumble something about me not understanding anything. I agreed with her, I didn't fucking get it at all.

Dinner was unbearable. My in-laws criticized every choice we had made about the new house. My father treated me like I was a child and made sure to explain each and every thing he said in fine detail so that I understood. My mother told me about her conversations with the interior designers and how she was currently in communication with someone in Europe about the stone for the fireplace. Ashley sat close to her mother and carried on a private conversation as Libby ate in silence. This dinner reminded me of all the reasons why I wanted to move away and I was glad that the house was close to being finished.

The sound of the door opening and then the click of the lock turning pulls me from the safety of myself. Squinting as the light re-enters my eyes, I look up to see her standing in front of me.

I would be lying if I said Ashley wasn't an attractive woman because she is extremely attractive. Long, brown hair, blue eyes, and a perfect body. I would best describe her as curvy, but she is not overweight at all. Her body puts most women's to shame, her breasts are perfect thanks to a overpriced Beverly Hills plastic surgeon and her ass is perfectly biteable. She is beautiful, but more like the girl next door. She can put on a ball gown and grace a red carpet and the next day she can rock a baseball cap and jersey. Her skin is smooth and tan, but not orange, just a healthy glow. Everything about her appearance screams that she is wealthy, I remember back to Cancun and what she looked like then. So natural and different. Everything was different back then, but yet it is still the same.

"Do you want to tell me what is going on with you?" her voice pulls me from my memory.

I grab her hips and pull her into me nuzzling my face into her cotton covered stomach.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Inhale.

Hold.

"Edward...are you going to answer me?" she asks.

Exhale.

Her hands are still at her side so I grab them and wrap them around my neck. She gives in knowing that I need this from her. It's not the first time that she has had to comfort me over the years, this is what we have become to each other. Mr. and Mrs. Edward Cullen to them and then Edward and Ash behind this closed door. She knows my deepest secrets, fears, dreams. I know hers. She has seen me cry. I have held her when she has cried. We have raised our daughter together with love, honesty, and determination. Determination to do the right thing, whatever that may be.

We made a commitment to each other when we wed to uphold the vows we made to each other hoping that over time that love would happen, but love hasn't happened between us. It was not our fault because we tried, it wasn't meant to be.

I whisper my apologies to her as I push my face into her abdomen. My lips begin to move on their own and find themselves moving under her t shirt to kiss the soft skin as her fingers run through my hair. Her nails scratch my scalp and force a moan from me. I want Ashley because I need someone else so badly that I can't have. She wants me because she can't have anyone else.

She pushes me down onto the bed and climbs on top of me forcing me down. With her hands on my shoulders she looks into my eyes.

"What is wrong?" she asks again. Her hair falling around us protecting us from the outside. Everything screams at me to tell her about Bella being in Forks. She knows about Bella so it wouldn't be a big deal would it? My physical desire beats out my emotional desire and I attack her.

I bend my knee and place my foot on the bed. Flipping us over I dominate the position and shamelessly grind myself into her forcing her to acknowledge my desire to have her, to change the subject. I remain silent as I remove our clothes while maintaining eye contact with her letting her know that I am here with her. I use my feet to push our underwear to the end of the bed. The scent of her arousal is in the air and I know that she is ready for me, just the anticipation of having sex is enough for this woman. It is times like these I am thankful for the comfort and ease of our relationship.

With my cock in my hand I rub the tip along her slit twice before I slip inside her. I get lost in the thrusting, the breathing, and chasing the climax. I get so lost that I call out another woman's name while spilling myself inside my wife.