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Chapter 24

"Bella." Edward's voice was a soft whisper in my ear, slowly rousing me from sleep.

"Hmmmmm," I mumbled, snuggling into the pillow and arching my neck to give him better access as his lips traced from ear to my shoulder and back again.

"Oh Bella," he sing-songed, and I felt his warm lips nibble my earlobe. "Wake up, my pretty girl. Wake up."

"Uh-uh, don't wanna," I muttered, pressing my body back into his. His arms tightened around me and he buried his face in the crook of my neck, moaning softly when my bottom made contact with his groin, where I could feel his erection straining. I opened my eyes slowly, squinting in the early morning light. "Well, maybe," I said sleepily, moving against him again and eliciting another groan. Edward's hand reached up to cup my breast in his palm, tweaking my nipple through the soft cotton of my tee shirt.

"Damn it!" I exclaimed, looking down at myself. I was dressed in a white tee shirt and black yoga pants, not the silky, sexy lingerie I had purchased for the weekend. My mind ran through the events of last night. I recalled leaving the bookstore, stopping to pick up Chinese, and eating it in the living room while we looked through movies. After cleaning up from dinner, I changed into my tee shirt and yoga pants and cuddled up with Edward on the couch to watch our selection. But I honestly couldn't remember anything past the opening credits, and I was mad at myself both for falling asleep and for failing to debut my new sleepwear for him.

"What's the matter, love?" Edward asked, his warm breath against the back of my neck making me shiver.

"I can't believe I fell asleep last night," I pouted.

"You were tired. It was a long week. Not to mention we had quite a workout in your office last night," he teased, and I felt a blush heat my face. He continued to press his lips to my neck and slid one hand beneath my tee shirt to caress my skin. I reached behind me to run my hand along his side, my fingers encountering nothing but bare flesh as far as they could reach.

"Mmmm, seems like you're the one who's overdressed this morning," Edward said, and I could feel the grin on his lips.

"Can't have that, can we?" I breathed, squeezing his ass and running my hand down the outside of his thigh.

"No, we can't," Edward growled, his fingers moving down to tug at the waistband of my pants. I lifted my hips, giggling as we struggled to free me from the clingy fabric and then hissing in pleasure when he moved against me, skin on skin. He slid one leg between both of mine, his muscled thigh pressing against my center, which was already wet and throbbing with need.

He stroked his hand down my thigh to the inside of my knee, lifting my leg and placing it over his, then sliding his fingers back up my to the hypersensitive flesh between my legs. His fingers nimbly worked my clit while his other hand explored my breasts, his fingertips plucking and smoothing my nipples as I flexed my hips against his. His kisses on my neck grew more aggressive, and when he nipped at the tendons there, I gasped loudly.

Edward's hands moved to the hem of my shirt, tugging, and I sat up so that he could divest me of that as well. Before it hit the floor his hands were all over me again, pulling me back against him. His lips slid along my shoulder as his fingers toyed with my breasts. His tongue traced a line along my neck as his hands trailed down to my hips, slipping inward to fondle and stroke, making my hips writhe against him. He slid two fingers into my wetness, his lips at my ear.

"God Bella, I want you so fucking much," he whispered hoarsely.

"I want you too, Edward," I groaned. I shifted my legs wider and felt his hips settle between them, his erection heavy and ready at my entrance. I shifted back, feeling the head of his cock press through my folds. "Wait! Condom!" I gasped.

"Already...wearing...one," he groaned, pressing forward until he was fully sheathed inside me.

"You were pretty sure of yourself this morning," I teased.

"Hopeful, especially the way you were moaning my name in your sleep," he chuckled.

"What? No I wasn't," I denied, shaking my head and feeling my blush burn. It had been years since I had talked in my sleep...or so I thought.

"You've been driving me crazy for the last half hour, saying my name, moving against me, saying 'please'," Edward told me, holding my hips as he started to move within me.

"Well at least I'm polite," I joked, gasping when his fingers found my clit again, rubbing in time with his strokes.

"Please, Bella," he murmured, his lips on my neck again.

"Please what?" I groaned as he circled his hips against my bottom, burying himself even deeper within me. Already my climax was building, my body clutching at his as his movements became faster, harder.

"Please come for me. Please come with me, love." His voice was hoarse as his hands grasped my thighs, spreading me even wider for him. His lips latched on to the sensitive spot beneath my ear, and I began to fall apart under the sensual onslaught of his mouth and hands, and the feel of him thick and hard inside me.

"Edward," I moaned, leaning forward so that I could press back into him. His fingers flexed, biting into the sensitive flesh of my hips. The feel of his climax deep within me set off my own orgasm, my groan prolonged as he continued to thrust within me.

Edward rolled to his back, panting in exhaustion, his arms pulling me along with him so that I was laying half atop him, my back to his front, my legs wide where he was still buried within me. His fingertips ghosted over my body, causing goose bumps to rise in their wake. He raised his head and pressed a soft kiss where my neck and shoulder met. "Happy Valentine's Day," he whispered.

I laughed, and he groaned when my muscles contracted around his. "Now this kind of holiday observance I could get used to," I teased him. "We can start every holiday this way. Valentine's Day, Easter, Christmas…"

"Groundhog Day, Arbor Day, Columbus Day, Canada Day…." Edward joked in return.

"Oh, and let's not forget the important holidays, like Talk Like a Pirate Day."

"Aye, me lusty wench," Edward growled playfully in a truly horrible accent, peppering my shoulder with kisses as his hands slid up to cup my breasts and tug at my nipples. "May I plunder ye treasure?"

"Didn't you already, Captain?" I asked cheekily, sliding my hand down to where we were still joined, eliciting another groan. "And since when does a pirate say 'may I'?"

"Aye, ye be killin' me, wench," he said, his head falling back on the pillow.

I raised my head up to look at the clock just as the alarm sounded. We both groaned, this time in disappointment, and I felt Edward shift beneath me, our bodies separating as he reached for the alarm. I turned onto my side, pulling up the sheet as I snuggled into his shoulder.

"Good morning," I whispered to him, pressing a kiss to his stubbled jaw, my fingers smoothing his wild hair off of his forehead.

"That it is," Edward agreed, his smile warm, his eyes warmer. "Any morning I can wake with you in my arms is better than good."

My heart raced at his words, and at the light in his eyes. He raised a hand to my face, stroking my cheek and tucking my hair behind my ear. "Bella, I want…" he began, but was interrupted by the ringing of my cell phone on the night stand. I recognized the song as Sarah's ringtone, and I smiled in apology as I grabbed it and answered.

Sarah was calling to ask a question about her hair appointment, and then chattered excitedly about the dance. Edward pressed a kiss to my forehead before leaving the bed, and I shamelessly ogled his ass as he walked toward the bathroom. By the time I finished my conversation with Sarah, Edward had showered, dressed and left the bedroom. I checked the clock and shot out of bed, realizing that much time had passed and I needed to get ready for work quickly.

After a quick shower, I was left with no time to do my hair so I threw it up in a pony tail. We had designated Saturdays as a more casual day for staff at A New Page, and I was wearing a pair of dark wash jeans and a red sweater, my nod to the Hallmark holiday. Edward was sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee, starting out the window with a pensive look.

I walked over to the coffee pot and poured a cup for myself. "Sorry my call took so long. Sarah was extra chatty this morning," I told him, taking the seat next to him. "Did you have something you wanted to say earlier?"

"We're running pretty late this morning, it can wait," he said, reaching out and squeezing my fingers.

"Are you sure?" I asked, searching his eyes. I could see nothing unusual hidden in their depths.

"Yes, I am. We've got the whole weekend. Let's get you to work."

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Several hours later I stood behind the counter at A New Page, ringing up a customer and trying to listen to what she had to say about the book she was purchasing. Normally I loved engaging in conversations with the patrons about the books they were reading, why they chose it and why they loved it or hated it. I even used those recommendations when suggesting books to other customers, or to choose my own reading materials. I stammered an apology to the regular customer when she had to repeat herself. She smiled and winked, apparently realizing the reason for my distraction. Despite my love for the book 'Water for Elephants' by Sarah Gruen, I simply wasn't able to focus on anything except the pair of green eyes that kept looking up at me over the laptop screen from the nearby desk.

I especially lost my focus when I considered that the last time I had seen those eyes looking up at me in this bookstore, his face had been pressed between my legs, his mouth, tongue and fingers bringing me to a shattering climax. I felt a rush of color brighten my cheeks at the thought of what had transpired in my office last night. It had been the most intensely erotic experience of my life, followed by one of the sweetest mornings ever in Edward's arms.

Every time I looked up and found him looking at me, I would smile what I imagined had to be the goofiest grin in the world, wondering how I ever got so damn lucky. I watched him surreptitiously while I worked on paperwork at the counter. The emotion that I had finally identified as love for him kept growing and expanding, and I wondered how long I would be able to keep from saying the words aloud.

Then I wondered why I was keeping those words from Edward at all. I knew he cared for me. And I knew that he had been hurt as badly, if not worse than I had, by his past relationship. After his horrible experiences with Heidi, I had no idea how difficult it would be for Edward to admit to himself any feelings he may have for me, or to speak them aloud. In the past he had stumbled over his words when trying to voice how he felt, and I wasn't sure he'd be able to tell me that he loved me even if he did.

Despite all he had done to show me that he cared for me, there was still that small, frightened part of me that was worried that he didn't. I knew it wasn't rational, and I knew it didn't make sense. He had never done anything to make me doubt him, but it wasn't as easy to overcome the feelings ingrained in me during my long, passionless marriage that I wasn't enough for a man like him, never enough for anyone to love in that way. That thought kept me silent even as my heart screamed for me to tell him how I felt.

The bell over the door sounded, and I reluctantly tore my gaze away from Edward. "Good afternoon and welcome to A New Page," I greeted the couple that stepped through the doors, my eyes lingering on them as they looked around. I was certain I had never seen them in the store before, and they were studying their surroundings as if the place was new to them.

"Thank you. What a charming bookshop! We've been dying to check it out," the woman's soft, lilting voice had an almost musical quality to it, as beautiful as she was. I felt a surge of pride in the bookstore. "And it seems we're just in time for lunch as well. How perfect!"

Edward's head snapped up when the woman spoke, the expression on his face puzzled when he looked first at me. I watched as his eyes widened with surprise when they shifted to the couple that had just entered. He rose from his chair and walked directly to them with a determined stride. I was suddenly fearful that this was Heidi and Felix, here in Port Angeles to cause trouble.

The woman smiled in delight. "Edward, I didn't realize you would be here! You look much better than the last time we saw you," she said, reaching up to touch his face in a familiar manner with a perfectly manicured hand. Edward did nothing to escape the contact, although he did huff out a sigh.

"I have to agree, Edward. Your nose looks much better. I'm so glad that you let me re-set it for you," the man said, greeting Edward with an affectionate hand to his shoulder.

My mind raced, filling in the missing information. This is the man that reset Edward's nose, which means this man is Edward's father! And the woman must be his mother! Oh God, I suddenly wished that I had chosen to dress nicer today, or that I had done more with my hair. I knew that Edward wanted me to meet his parents, but would he really let them surprise me at the store like this? The only thing that kept me even remotely calm was that Edward seemed just as startled as I was that they were here.

"Mom, Dad," he greeted, his voice a little gruff, and I could see that his jaw was clenched. He raised a hand to his hair, running his fingers through the unruly mess and tugging on the ends, a sign he was a bit rattled. "What brings you to Port Angeles?" he asked.

"We're in town to watch the twins tonight for Emmett and Rosalie. It seems their favorite babysitter had a big school dance to go to tonight and wasn't available." I realized that they were referring to Sarah. "We got to town a little early, and figured we would stop and get some lunch," his mother responded with another tinkling laugh.

"And with all the restaurants in town, you just happened to decide to come here?" Edward asked, disbelief in his tone as he shot a nervous glance in my direction. "Without a phone call, a little head's up?"

"Oh please, Edward. You know we've been dying to meet your Bella and see her bookstore. If we had called, you would have told us to stay away again. Please don't deny us the pleasure," his mother replied, placing her hand on his arm and rubbing soothingly.

"Mom, I really think this is a bad time. I mean, you could have sent me an email or even a text to warn us," Edward told her, scowling darkly at her.

As much as it warmed my heart when he said 'us' I couldn't stand by and watch him argue with his parents when it was obvious that he was worried about my reaction. I quickly stepped around the counter, thankful for the lull in business. "It's okay, Edward," I reassured him with a smile that I hope disguised my nervousness. I turned to his parents. "Dr. Cullen, Mrs. Cullen, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Bella Black," I said, extending my hand and hoping no one noticed the slight nervous tremor.

Mrs. Cullen took my hand first, her fingers warm and strong around mine. "Esme, please. Mrs. Cullen is my mother-in-law," she said with another laugh, and I could see a lot of her son in her smile. They shared the same beautifully colored hair, although hers was much less wild, carefully styled in waves that framed her heart-shaped face. She was slim and well-dressed, and looked far too young to have sons Edward's and Emmett's ages.

"And call me Carlisle, please," Edward's father said, holding his hand out for a handshake as well. Father and son shared the same striking green eyes and chiseled jaw. Carlisle's hair was honey blonde with a hint of distinguished gray at the temples, just what I'd expect from a well-respected doctor. His height and build were similar to Edward's, and I had the feeling I was seeing what Edward would look like in a couple of decades. Individually, Edward's parents were attractive. Together they were absolutely stunning, and it was easy to see that Edward had been doubly blessed with good genes.

Edward was watching me, a small smile lifting the corner of his lips. That smile froze in place at Esme's next words. "Well Bella, I have to say that it's a pleasure to finally meet you. Edward's been talking about you for months now, and I wasn't sure if he was ever going to introduce us!"

From the look in Edward's eyes, I expected him to whine 'Mooooommmm!' the same way Will did when I embarrassed him in front of his friends. Instead, he tugged on his hair again, the tips of his ears turning pink. It was adorable, watching him get all flustered, but I had been on the receiving end of that kind of embarrassment too, and I didn't want him to feel bad.

I had never been more grateful to have a customer approach the counter in all the weeks the bookstore had been open. Excusing myself from the conversation, I smiled again at Edward, trying to tell him with a look that having his parents here was okay. He returned the smile with his crooked grin, and I felt my pulse accelerate even now.

By the time I finished with the customer, and the two other ones that came up after that, Carlisle and Esme were seated in the café. Edward stood at the counter, talking with the clerk as he mixed a couple of coffee drinks. I watched as Edward thanked him, then took the drinks to his parents and sat down facing the counter. When our eyes met, he raised an eyebrow at me and tilted his head to the side, silently inviting me over. I motioned for the other clerk and asked her to watch the front counter for me.

I approached the table, smiling when Edward rose from his seat to hold out the chair next to him for me. "I hope you don't mind if I join you," I said.

Esme's smile was genuine and radiant. "Of course not, Bella. We were hoping that you could."

"May I get you all something to eat?" I asked, remembering her comment about arriving just in time for lunch.

"I already ordered for us, Bella," Edward reassured me. "I got your usual, I hope that's okay."

"Perfect, thank you," I told him, relaxing back in the chair. I caught a little smile between Esme and Carlisle, I think because Edward already knew my 'usual.'

"Bella, this bookstore is utterly charming! I just love the way everything is laid out," Esme said, her eyes sweeping the store.

"Well, your son had a lot to do with that. Several of the design elements were actually his idea," I said, directing another smile at Edward. He reached under the table to grasp my fingers, giving them a squeeze.

"Actually, I would say they were our ideas. Bella was the perfect client, very easy to communicate with and very clear in her desires." Edward's comment was innocent, but my thoughts immediately returned to my office last night and how he had convinced me to tell him what I wanted. My cheeks burned, and I watched as heat flared in Edward's eyes at my reaction. Damn that man, he knew exactly what I was thinking of and had no problem letting me see that. In front of his parents no less. He might have to pay for that later.

"So tell us, Bella, how are things going with the bookstore? Is it everything you hoped now that it's open and running?" Carlisle asked, bringing my mind back to the present and out of the gutter.

We spent a very pleasant lunch discussing the store and books we had all read. Esme asked several questions about my children, and shared a couple of stories about Edward and Emmett growing up that had Edward shaking his head and telling me not to listen to a word his mother said. I was surprised how at ease I felt with his parents, and pleased that they seemed to be just as comfortable with me. Even though I knew that technically they were fishing for information, it didn't feel like an interrogation but rather new friends getting to know one another.

I was reluctant to end our conversation, but the store was getting its afternoon rush and I knew I needed to get back to work. Esme was every bit as perceptive as her son and noticed my preoccupation. "Oh my, I can't believe how much time has passed! Bella, this has been wonderful and I hope that we can visit again soon, but Carlisle and I must get going to get to Rose and Emmett's."

We all stood, and I was surprised and pleased when Esme hugged me goodbye. Carlisle patted my shoulder and leaned down to give me a kiss on the cheek. "It has been a pleasure, Bella. I hope that you and Edward will come visit us in Seattle some time, maybe even bring those kids of yours with you," he suggested. I nodded wordlessly, not sure what to say, and Carlisle smiled then turned to help Esme with her coat.

"I'm going to walk them out to their car, okay?" Edward asked.

I nodded, blushing when he leaned down to press a kiss to my cheek. I watched him walk out with them, smiling and waving when his parents turned to do the same. I forced myself to turn away and focus on my work again, glancing at the clock and counting the few remaining hours until it would be time to close up shop for the night.

The remainder of the afternoon passed swiftly, with a steady stream of customers in both the store and the café. I was putting away the special orders in the cabinet beneath the counter when I heard Edward's voice nearby.

"Must be the day for drop ins," Edward said cheerfully. "Bella, look who's here!"

I stood up, surprised to see Sarah standing on the other side of the counter with a huge smile on her face. And stunned because I hardly recognized my little girl at all. She was wearing the red and black dress and shoes she had chosen for the dance, her hair slicked back and swept atop her head in a sleek upsweep that matched the modern design of her dress. She was never one to wear much makeup, but she'd done her eyes with smoky black kohl, and it made them appear huge in her elfin face. Her fingernails and lips matched the red of her dress, a color that I would never be able to wear with my pale complexion but one that looked beautiful with her honeyed skin tone.

"Sarah, oh baby you look amazing!" I said in a choked whisper, feeling tears in my eyes. I blinked them away, wanting nothing to distort the vision of my beautiful daughter before me.

"Mom, this is Daniel Arthur. Daniel, this is my mother, Bella Black," Sarah said, her voice soft as she gazed up at the boy by her side, her arm looped through his.

I recognized Daniel from basketball games, but this was the first time we had been introduced. Looks like it was the day to play meet the parents. "Hi, Daniel," I said, taking the hand that he held out to me.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Black. Thanks again for letting Sarah go to the dance with me," he said, pushing his glasses up his nose and looking down at Sarah with a shy smile.

"You're welcome, Daniel. I hope you guys have a wonderful time," I told him sincerely. "I wish I had known that you two were going to stop by here today, I would have brought my camera," I lamented.

"This camera?" Edward asked, holding up a familiar black case and grinning at me.

"How… where did you get my camera?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"I gave it to him, Mom. I knew we would be stopping by, and I knew that you'd want pictures," Sarah answered.

"All right then, picture time!" I said, grabbing the camera from Edward. I ushered Sarah and Daniel, and Rebecca and Rob who were standing off to the side, in front of the fireplace. I took pictures of each couple, then all four of them, then of both girls, and finally of both boys.

Sarah and Daniel looked absolutely adorable together. Daniel's suit was black, and he wore a red and black tie that complimented Sarah's dress perfectly. The boutonniere in his lapel was a single red rose with a silver ribbon, and it matched the red rose corsage on Sarah's wrist. When we were done with pictures, I beckoned Sarah closer. "What beautiful flowers!" I said, lifting her hand to study the ribbon woven in an intricate pattern between the roses.

"Yeah, they are pretty. Almost as pretty as these," Sarah said, accepting a florist's box from Daniel and holding it out to me.

"What's this?" I asked, reaching out to touch it.

Sarah shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "Well, we just thought you would like one too. In fact," she snatched the box back and turned and handed it to Edward, "You should do the honors since she is your girlfriend."

Edward grinned at me, his crooked smile melting my spine to the floor. "Thank you Sarah, I'd be very happy to do the honors."

Edward popped open the box and the smell of gardenia – my favorite flower – floated out into the air. Carefully he lifted it out and walked over with that same damn smile on his face. I offered him my hand and he slid the corsage on and then kissed the inside of my wrist. "We?" I repeated the pronoun Sarah had used. "Did you have something to do with this?"

Edward's all-too-innocent look didn't fool me in the least. "Me? Of course not. I know you don't celebrate Valentine's Day. Although those flowers couldn't have a prettier background."

I couldn't resist looking down at my casual attire in contrast to the exquisite flower on my wrist. "Yes, they go fabulously with my jeans," I muttered sarcastically, feeling a blush heat my cheeks.

Sarah was almost bouncing with excitement. "Oh, Mom, let me take a picture of you two!"

"Sarah, you are going to be late for dinner," I said, trying to distract her.

"If you just stop protesting and let me take your picture, I won't be late now, will I?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye.

As we walked over to the same spot I had taken the kids' pictures, Edward whispered in my ear, "I see stubbornness runs in your family."

"And apparently the inability to follow simple instructions runs in yours," I responded, alluding to the fact that his parents had shown up against his wishes, and I was now wearing flowers on my wrist against mine. I smiled to let him know that I wasn't really angry, and stood on tiptoe to press a kiss to his lips.

"Perfect!" Sarah called, followed by a flash of light from the camera. "Awww, what a cute picture, look!" Sarah said, turning the viewfinder so that I could see the photograph of me kissing Edward, both of us smiling into the kiss. "Okay, a couple more. Mom, stand in front of Edward. Edward, put your arms around Mom. Now put your arm with the corsage on top of Edward's arm," she ordered, pointing and directing us the way she wanted us.

"Geez, when did you become such a bossy girl?" I teased her.

"Like mother like daughter," Edward murmured close to my ear, and I looked over my shoulder at him with a mock scowl. He raised an eyebrow at me, daring me to challenge the statement, and we both started laughing. I barely even noticed the flash as Sarah took several more pictures.

Sarah kept on snapping pictures until Daniel told her they were going to be late for their dinner reservation. She surged forward to give me a hug and smiled at Edward before carefully donning her coat and slipping her hand through Daniel's proffered arm. I went over to the windows and watched them laugh and talk as they walked down the street. I got a little teary as I watched Sarah leave with her friends, and sighed when I felt Edward's arms slip around me from behind.

"Your daughter is a beautiful young woman, just like her mother," Edward said, pressing a kiss to my temple. I turned around and looped my arms around his neck, burying my face in his shoulder. "Big day, huh?" he asked.

I nodded. "First meeting your parents, then sending my daughter off to her first dance. I feel young and old all at the same time," I said.

"Thanks for being so understanding about my parents. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that they showed up, my mother's been bothering me for weeks now."

I looked up at him. "Actually, it was probably better this way," I admitted. "I didn't have time to freak out and worry about it. They're wonderful people."

"I think so, and I'm glad that you do as well," Edward said, kissing me softly. "They loved you, you know. Of course…."

"Bella? Can you come check something for me?" called the clerk working at the counter.

I sighed, more than ready for the workday to be over so that I could be alone with Edward. "Hold that thought?" I asked.

He nodded, pressing another kiss to my lips. "We'll have plenty of time to talk at dinner tonight."

Hope you enjoyed meeting the parents – it wasn't supposed to happen this chapter, but Esme simply insisted :)

I have very faithfully updated this story every week for the past 25 weeks (I'm counting the week I posted Enough to Hope as well). And no, it's not all written ahead of time. So after almost half a year, I'm taking a week off and there will be no update next week. I am taking a VACATION and some much needed down time with my amazing fic-wife Iadorepugs. I expect to return from Washington happy and relaxed and will post Chapter 25 the weekend of the 30th. I am also working on the second EPOV outtake, which I hope to post when the story reaches 1,500 reviews combined on FFN and Twilighted.

And speaking of Twilighted, Ms. Melee03 has created a forum thread for Never Enough over there! Stop by and leave me a note – I'm going to try to answer questions and post teasers there. Link here: http : / www(dot)twilighted(dot)net / forum / viewtopic(dot)php ? f=44&t=10917 And speaking of Melee03, CONGRATS on that new grandbaby! So excited for you!

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