Edward's POV:

Bella and I were sitting on the couch in my living room. She had one leg bent on the couch, while the other was situated on the floor. She seemed really infatuated with what was showing on TV, something about painting. But I lost interest after the first five minutes, and decided to watch her instead.

I had to remember to thank Alice and Rosalie for what they did to Bella. It's not that she wasn't beautiful before, she was. Now, she literally looked like my own personal angel. I wanted to know every single detail about this angel.

"I want to meet your parents." I announced.

Bella and I had been dating for a couple weeks now, and they had been the happiest weeks of my life, but I had yet to meet her parents.

"Okay." She said, though her eyes never left the TV.

"Bella, listen to me please." I took her chin in my hands, and forced her to look at me.

She raised her eyebrows at me and said, "What did you say?"

I smiled and removed my hand from her chin. "I said that I wanted to meet your parents."

"Why? Usually the boyfriend never wants to meet the parents." She turned towards me.

"I am your boyfriend, I should meet your parents. Plus, you've met my parents. It's only fair."

"Well, okay. If you want to. I live with my dad. My mom lives in another state, so.. you can't really meet her."

"I'll take what I can get."

"When do you want to meet him?" She asked, while reaching over to grab a grape from the bowl on the table.

"How about now?" I asked, already standing up and heading to the front door.

She pulled on my hand, causing me to stop. "He's at work right now. He's chief of police, and works at the station a lot. But you could still come over, I could show you around before he gets home." She stood up and turned the TV off.

"Alright." I answered simply.

We drove to her house in my Volvo. Ever since we've been dating, I've been driving her to and from school. She said that it wasn't that big of a deal, but I insisted. Within 15 minutes, we were sitting in her driveway.

It was a small, two-story white house, with dark green steps leading to the front door. "This is it." She opened the door and was already heading to the front door, before I even shut the car off.

I jogged to catch up with her. She took my hand in her smaller ones. "I'll show you around. Come on."

The inside was small, but comfortable. The living room had a big plasma screen TV in it, with a couch placed right in front of it. The kitchen was connected to the living room, and had your regular counters and sink in it.

"Yeah, it's pretty simple, but I love it." She said and headed upstairs. "We'll steer clear of Charlie's bedroom, so next is my room."

We entered her room, and I was kind of shocked at what I saw. Her room was fairly clean, but what shocked me was the fact that her walls were covered in tons and tons of artwork. Amazing artwork.

"Wow! You did all of this?" I asked unsure.

"Yes." She answered proudly.

"You're really good. How did you learn to do all of this?" I looked around her room, still amazed at how good these sketches and paintings were.

"I never learned," She said simply and continued, "I guess it was just born with me."

"You're extremely talented."

Most of it was different scenery, but some were of people. I walked over to her desk and saw a sketching of a guy. He was tanned skin, and pretty buff. He had a circular tattoo on his upper right arm, and cropped black hair. I instantly became jealous when I noticed that he was half-naked. His outfit only consisted of jean shorts, running shoes, and nothing else.

"Who's this?" I asked harshly, while pointing to the picture.

She walked over, and her eyes instantly softened when she saw what I was pointing at. "That's Jacob. He's my best friend. I've known him most of my life. You like?" She asked.

"No, I don't like. Why is he half-naked?" Any good boyfriend would be on alert, if they saw a picture of a half-naked boy in their girlfriend's room.

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, calm down, Edward. That's just what he wears. He says and I quote, 'Shirts are totally over rated, that's why I don't wear them,'" She changed her voice to one of a guys' voice when she quoted this Jacob guy.

"Well, I don't like him." I said gruffly.

She smiled and put the sketch down, then picked up another one. "You don't know him. Now who's this?" She asked, then put the picture into my waiting hands.

It was a picture of... me. She got everything dead-on, from my tousled hair to my strong chin. It was amazing. "It's me." I stated the obvious, and mentally slapped myself for being so stupid.

"It is you." She nodded her head. "This particular sketch took me forever to complete."

"Why is that?" I asked curiously.

"For some reason, I just couldn't get you right. I'm always extremely picky when it comes to my drawings, but yours took me forever to finish. The hardest part was definitely the eyes. I thought it would be impossible to get them as striking and piercing as they are in person on a piece of paper. But I finally decided that this was as close as I could get to the real thing."

While she was talking, I never took my eyes off of the drawing. I had no idea what she was talking about. I thought everything was perfect, especially the eyes.

"I think it's perfect. Bella, you never cease to amaze me. You truly are an interesting creature." I put the drawing down, and watched her walk over to her bed and sit on it.

"Why thank you." She took a deep breath, laid down, and exhaled.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked, while leaning back against the desk.

She didn't respond for a few minutes, but eventually she said, "I don't know." A laugh escaped her lips before she tried again. "Everything, I guess. Have you ever just sat and... thought. Thought about anything and everything all at the same time." She lifted her head to see my response.

"No, I can't say that I have. Ever since I met you, your all that has consumed my thoughts. In more ways than one." I smiled at her.

She giggled, and patted the spot next to her. "Lay next to me."

I raised my eyebrows at her. "Are you serious?"

"We're not going to do anything, Edward. Just lay with me, and think."

"Okay..." I said warily. I walked over to the bed slowly, and laid down next to her. I'm guessing the whole purpose to this was to let my mind wander. But the only thing I could think about was the fact that I was home alone with Bella in her very comfortable bed.

I closed my eyes, and tried to think about something other than the sexual fantasies with Bella that were running through my head at that very moment, but I failed miserably.

After a few minutes of silence from Bella, I thought she had fallen asleep, but she surprised me by saying, "Tell me what your thinking."

"Um... honestly?" I asked. I opened my eyes to find Bella staring at me with a small smile on her face.

"Yes, honestly." She was so close to me I could literally feel her breath fan across my face.

I turned my body to face her. "Well, I'm honestly thinking about you. And how hot you'd look in a nurse's outfit." There was no point in lying.

She threw her head back and laughed. "You're useless."

She went to get up, but I stopped her. "Wait..." I whispered.

I pulled her to me, and brought my hands up to her face where I caressed her blushing cheeks. I leaned my head towards hers slowly, never breaking eye contact with her. After a few agonizing seconds, I finally felt her soft, warm lips against mine. Our lips moved in perfect synchronization, until I wanted more and gently bit her bottom lip.

She moaned, and brought her hands up to my hair, where they massaged my scalp. I hummed in response, and licked her bottom lip. She opened her mouth to me, and I instantly became greedy. I moved my hands to her hips, and rolled us over to where I was hovering over her tiny form.

Surprisingly, she was the one that started grinding into me, not the other way around. I was pretty sure she could feel my hard erection every time she moved into me. I moaned and her hands tugged even harder on my hair. At this rate, I would become bald soon, but I didn't care, just as long as Bella was the one who did it.

"Bells! I'm home!" I heard a man's voice say causing Bella to become tense underneath me.

"Shit!" She cursed and pushed me off of her. I reluctantly got off of her so she could get up.

"Is that your dad?"

"Ye-"

"Hey Bells! Get down here, would ya?" Another man's voice interrupted her.

"Who's that?" I asked.

"That's my dad and... Jacob." She said slowly.

"Oh."

"Okay, I'll go downstairs and greet them, and you go in the bathroom and... fix yourself." She blushed and looked away.

"What do you mean?"

She pointed down and my eyes instantly widened when I saw that I was rock hard. "Look what you did!" I said jokingly, but secretly serious at the same time.

She laughed and said, "Sorry. But please be quick with it, okay?" With that, she quickly left the room and headed downstairs.

I scurried off to the bathroom, and released myself. Once that was done, I washed my hands and slowly walked downstairs to meet the most important people in Bella's life.

A/N: LOL! I felt like a total pervert while writing this chapter! Sorry for the long wait, but hey...I'm a lazy person. REVIEW!