A/N: I do not own Twilight, SM does :)

Unfortunate Contentment

Chapter 4

Edward

"Hey," Jazz spoke up as we all ate Carlisle's delicious lasagne. I lifted my head as I continued eating. "I was thinking…um…are you both free tomorrow night?"

With a quick glance to find Carlisle trying figure out his answer – he worked too hard and rarely spent any time on himself – I looked back at Jazz, nodding. "Yeah, I'm not doing anything," I replied, suddenly curious as to why he was asking the both of us.

"How come?"

"I was thinking we could all…um…go see that new fast and furious movie?" he asked, quickly shoving a fork full in his mouth.

He was acting kind of strange and I didn't why, but I would figure it out.

He had been telling me all week that he wanted to see it though…

At the idea of spending time with Carlisle, even if Jazz was there, outside the house and for more than a few moments, I jumped at the chance.

"Yeah," I swallowed, "Sounds good."

Even though I knew it was probably a wasted effort; I didn't think Carlisle would come, I wouldn't mind just hanging out with Jazz, either.

But I was surprised when he answered.

"Sure, why not? I haven't gone out to see a movie in a while, it would be good for me to get out."

Yes it would baby…

I smiled, proud of him; and also happy he agreed to come.

"Cool, it's a date. Uh…I mean, yeah sounds good," Jazz muttered. "The session's at eight o'clock in Port Angeles. "

"Awesome," I chewed.

Suddenly, I felt a light pressure against my foot.

A familiar pressure.

I smiled to myself as Carlisle initiated playing footsies.

Later that night after Jazz had dropped me off home, I lay in bed.

Wide awake, I was thinking about tomorrow night when I heard my phone go off. Figuring it was finished charging as well, I got up and to unplug it and bring it back to bed.

I grinned, seeing that I had received a message from Carlisle.

During one of our earlier few moments together, he'd finally asked me for my number. I couldn't give it to him fast enough.

I remembered how he'd smiled as I quickly typed it into his phone.

"I'll message you later tonight, so that you have my number too," he had whispered.

I was so ecstatic that his mood was much lighter and happier, glad to see he'd changed his mind.

"Okay," I said, trying to breach the subject but not wanting to ruin his good mood. "Thank you," I tried, "For…for not…for…speaking to me again. And not…ending…us."

After a couple of our brief, flirty moments, Carlisle had fell into a depression of sorts; knowing that what we were doing was wrong, but not wanting to us go. After he told me he couldn't do anything, that we couldn't act on any feelings we had towards each other, I'd become very upset as well.

For two months we didn't speak to each other besides saying the expected, 'hello', and 'goodbye', whenever I was visiting Jazz. I'm not saying I didn't try, during those weeks I attempted to bring out his flirty, playful side. Maybe for reassurance that he still…had feelings towards me. But after that failed, I completely gave up.

Jazz noticed something was wrong.

I'd even started suggesting we hang out at mine instead. So more often than not, that's where we were.

It wasn't until it was a couple of weeks before Jazz's sixteenth birthday, that I'd gone over to his house to plan his party.

As we sat at the table eating homemade pizzas, I was my normal, quiet self; listening to Jazz spill out ideas.

"I mean I could have a small bunch here?" he asked his dad, "Or we could go do something, somewhere…like bowling or something…or maybe paintballing! I don't know…"

I was barely listening towards the end, just chewing my pizza but not even tasting it.

It was hard to appreciate anything while I was so close to Carlisle. Even more so when we hadn't talked in so long, not even a casual conversation, nothing. It made me sad that we were so close, yet so far away from each other.

A slight kick to my foot distracted me enough from my thoughts to look up from my plate, "Huh?"

"I was just asking what you thought Edward. About my birthday, what do you think I should do?" Jazz questioned, stuffing his face.

I could feel his eyes on me, watching me intently.

"Uhm…" I shook my head slowly, trying to concentrate on the conversation, "I'm not sure…what do you want to do?"

"I'd prefer a party here, just a small party, more like a gathering. What do you think, dad?"

I could still feel his eyes on me.

Without looking away from me he answered, "I think that would be alright," turning to Jazz I could see a smile from the corner of my eye, "keep it under twenty and you've got a deal. Oh, and no booze."

Jazz almost jumped from his chair, in fact he did, to hug Carlisle. "Thanks, dad!"

I winced; his deep, perfect chuckle hurt my ears.

"Cool, I'm just gonna call some friends and let them know!" he jogged out of the dining room before we heard his feet on the stairs.

I sighed as I moved to get up, not wanting to be in the same room as him if it had to be in silence. It was too hard.

Fuck I was in too deep.

I hadn't completely stood up straight before his hand wrapped around my wrist, stopping me.

"Wait," he whispered.

Another sigh.

I could feel them coming, dreaded tears.

I will not cry. I will not cry.

I huffed as I felt the first one on my cheek. I pulled my hand back harshly as I scraped my face clean and turned to him. "What?" I snapped quietly.

"I'm sorry," he breathed, his blue eyes pleading me to believe him.

It was only then that I realised how little sleep he must be getting. The bags under his eyes were proof. I stepped forward unconsciously as I lightly fingered his upper cheeks. When I realised what I'd done I took a step back, picking up our dishes and quickly taking them to the kitchen.

"Edward, I'm sorry," he repeated as he joined me, grabbing my hand lightly to turn me around.

My mind blurred and my heart raced as he touched me for the first time in so long. I couldn't help it when my shoulders sagged as he hugged me tightly. I loved being in his arms.

He felt so strong around me.

I felt protected, safe.

My body went limb against his as he held me. His hands cradled my face as he gazed into my eyes. "I'm so sorry. But I can't do it anymore. I know this is wrong, on a few levels…and this is a huge risk for me. But I can't stay away from you any longer. I miss you." He explained quickly.

I sighed happily as I leaned forward, I couldn't wait any longer. I needed to feel his lips against mine, I'd wanted for so long to know what it would be like to kiss him. We both seemed to lean in at the same time, and when I felt his lips, kissing and sucking on mine, I was a goner. I exhaled slowly into his mouth with a quiet moan, causing his arms around me to tighten.

With a few more, sweet, quick pecks on the lips, he told me he liked me very much. I told him, although it wasn't ideal for either of us, I felt the exact same way. This led to his famous, bright, wide smile that I've grown to know and love, followed by his hand reaching into his pocket for his phone and quick instruction to type in my number.

As soon as I'd left that night, he'd messaged saying 'hi :)', so that I knew his number.

Shaking my head with a smile, I came back to the present to read his expected 'Night, love' text. I opened the message and read it quickly:

'Night, love. Looking forward to the movie 2morrow night.
More time spent with you ;)
P.S. I can't wait until you're 18 baby, I really want
and need to take you out on a date. Love you xx'

I almost exploded with happiness, he's been saying that since my sixteenth birthday. I honestly couldn't wait either. To think, we're probably the only couple – and I say that lightly given our circumstances – that have been together for almost two years, but haven't been out on our first date. I chuckled as I quickly replied to his text.

'Night, baby. Me too, 2morrow should be good :)
When I'm eighteen, things will be so much better, easier.
But I don't know how Jazz will take it…
Looking forward to our date ;) Love you more xx'

We'd discussed the 'when', when it came to telling Jasper about us, as well as other people. And while we didn't really want anyone else to know, we decided that soon after I was eighteen, we would tell Jasper.

The main two things that will shock him is the fact that I'm gay, and that I'm with his dad. Carlisle came out to everyone two years ago, soon after we started…talking…

Whenever Carlisle was really self-conscious about our age difference, I tried to make him see that it wasn't too outrageous. I mean, Carlisle and Esme were really young parents when they had J. At seventeen, he was a dad, meaning he was turning thirty-five later this year. But trust me when I say this, he didn't look a day after twenty. He sometimes gets asked for his identification when he goes out for a drink with work mates. And though that is a very rare occurrence – that he goes out – it makes him so happy when people think he's younger than he feels.

But, either way he knows I love him.

Forever and always.

I turned off my light just as my phone beeped again. Opening up the message I read through it:

'Knowing Jazz, he'll surprise us with his reaction.
He always does :P
Baby, I love you more than the desert loves rain.
Beat that.
Btw, our date will be a night you'll never forget.
Now get some sleep beautiful. Cya 2mos xx'

I swiftly typed my reply:

'Lol true. Guess we'll have to see.
Honey, I love you more than my own life.
Ha! Pretty sure I win.
Btw, I know our date will be perfect, if
only time went faster. Sleep well handsome. Xx'

After that, I put my phone on my bedside table and went to sleep.

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