Paparazzi

EPOV:

"I thought we were all equal," she smiled weakly in my arms. I loved the completed form between us. It was like regaining sight or realizing you've found something you never realized you didn't have.

"You're better Bella. You're better than any girl I know."I replied looking deep into her eyes. She leaned away incredulity in her features. She couldn't believe what I said.

A light grew in her eyes and I knew that she believed me then. She believed me.

She looked down with a faint blush. Her eye lashes brushed against her cheeks. She watched me from under them and replied, "Your mom is way cooler."

And with that she stepped out and clicked off in her high heels to the hotel doors. She paused and turned back to see me staring. She smiled and waved. I grinned in response. She blushed and walked inside.

I cruised around town just thinking about everything I had done with my life. I remembered what Bella said about fame giving us the huge chance to make a difference in someone's life.

She had been so passionate about that I took passion for drama. What a fool, I thought.

I parked outside of my parents' house. I didn't even realize I had been driving there until I turned on Orchid Street and parked right in my usual garage spot.

I wanted to make things right. I had torn down my past with my present and was promising to fix all of that with my future.

I took a deep breath as I walked in with a couple of knocks on the front door. I heard some rushes in the kitchen and out came my mother flustered and with messy hair. When my father walked in pulling his pants up I almost retched.

"Oh, gross, come on!" I complained. Esme gasped. Carlisle simply chuckled.

"I'm sorry son you caught me and your mother in the middle of sexual interaction. It is perfectly natural of course." He explained.

I gave a light groan. I covered my ears, "La, la, la I can't hear you."

Esme was a bright red as she shoved her elbow in Carlisle's stomach. He simply walked over and gave me a light pat on the stomach. "How do you think you came into this world? That I found you?"

I shrugged. "I was hoping so."

Esme laughed and kissed my cheek. "Oh, sweetie, I just finished making your favorite strawberry shortcake. Do you want some?" She asked tugging on my hand to the kitchen.

I hesitated. "Okay but I'm eating on the floor. God please forbid I ever sit at the kitchen table again."

"Oh, dear," Esme gasped as I finished the entire cake. She looked down at me on the floor. "You've grown so much and I suppose your appetite did too."

Carlisle grimaced. "That wasn't fair. I wanted some too and he got all of it."

Esme pouted at him. "I'm sorry sweetie. It's just that….How could I have seen that coming?"

They stared at me. I felt uncomfortable. "I was hungry big deal."

Carlisle glared at me. I looked back at him firmly till he blinked. "YOU LOSE!"I yelled out throwing my fist into the air. He huffed.

"What? I didn't know this was a staring match! I want a rematch!" He demanded. I pulled up my sleeves.

"You're on old man."

Carlisle gasped at the insult. "Old, how dare you call me old? I'm only 50! That's not old!" He huffed. We began the contest.

I won again. "Ha, ha, you're old!"

He glared. "Esme tell your son I am not old. He is simply still a child."

Esme giggled. "Sweetie, come on, we are old and that's just life."

"YOU LOSE!" I yelled out again throwing my finger in his face to emphasize the you part.

He and Esme were still staring deep into each other eyes. Scared for my life I awkwardly cleared my throat.

"I am already born so you guys seriously gotta stop doing that." I squeaked as they kept staring.

Esme laughed nervously. "It's not my fault your father's so good at-"

I covered my ears. "La, la, la I can't hear you. It was nice visiting you guys but I have to get going."

Esme sat down on Carlisle's lap. "Okay sweetie. Take care."

I retched a bit. Wow that is just wrong. I turned to the fridge. "I'm just going to take those left over brownies with me."

I snatched them and sprinted out of the house ignoring Carlisle's protests. I started my car and took off. As short as the visit had been I was glad I went.

It showed that despite my stupid actions were still close in some form. I liked it even more because Bella had been the one to take me to them. Oh, Bella.

I still felt a bit pride-wounded from her plain reaction of my performance yesterday. What did she call it? Oh right, she called it "good." Just that, good.

I parked my car outside my hotel. Now what? Was I seriously going to go upstairs and have dirty dreams about Bella? Again? I looked down at my hardening third leg…

I supposed I will.