Chapter 8

BPOV

"Lucas,"

"No."

"Johnson,"

"As in a nickname for male genitalia? No."

"Terry,"

"…"

"Okay, okay. Linda?"

"For goodness sake Emmett, Linda is a girls' name. We're looking for boy's names dummy," Rosalie sighed, seemingly exasperated with Emmett's name suggestions; even though everyone knew she loved it. Ever since my vision of her desire, the whole family has been in on going excitement, planning ahead for the little fellow. I'd already had to explain how this event would occur in under a year, as it would give Rosalie and Emmett time to finish school without any foolish humans prying into their business. Plus it would look pretty odd for a baby to come in half the time of a normal human pregnancy.

"Why couldn't it be a girl though? Hardly fair," Emmett whined, for the millionth time; and no I'm not just saying that. He has whined about the gender of his child a million times.

"Emmett, I've already told you. I don't choose the sex of the baby, I just give you the damn thing," I explained gently; I wouldn't want to confuse him anymore.

"I know, I know. I'll love it all the same; but the idea of a miniature Rosalie, all beautiful and perfect and such?" Emmett sighed, off in his own world. I wanted to swoon, much like Esme and Rosalie were doing at his words. Who knew Emmett could be such a deep being?

"Well, we're getting a miniature Emmett, baby. Think about it, a little boy to teach all your tricks to?" Rosalie winked at him, encouraging Emmett; not like he really needed it.

"Emmett Junior. It has a ring to it," he mused.

I sat back into the couch and closed my eyes. Here I was home. Here I was with my family; my old family and my new family, who all welcomed me so easily into their lives it felt as if I'd always been a part of their family. I reopened my eyes and looked around the living room.

Emmett and Rosalie sat together on the love seat, continuing their argument over baby names. Alice had accompanied Jasper in a quick hunt; easy game of deer and an odd elk. Dad sat with Esme, his arm wrapped around her shoulder, caressing the top of her arm gently as he whispered promises of their extended family in her ear; I skipped over them quickly. No matter how sweet the moment was, he's still my dad and Esme's still my step in mother. Speaking of which, I need to discuss the fact about her being my mother with Esme. I hope she'll like the title I give her.

The only other person left in the room was Edward. He sat on the other end of the couch to me, his head turned from me. Figuring that he wasn't looking I took the time to sweep my gaze over Edward. I started at his worn navy blue Chuck Taylors, leading into fading black skinny fit jeans; I didn't even know he owned a pair of skinny fit jeans. Needless to say, he rocked them. I continued my eyes journey up his body, taking in the navy blue shirt he wore unbuttoned over a white Linkin Park T-shirt. He had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his muscular forearms.

I looked up part the collar of his shirt, looking in awe at his strong neck, before continuing up to his beautiful face. Now I only expected to see the back of some beautiful penny shaded hair, bit instead I was met with a chiselled jaw. I wanted to flush with embarrassment, being caught in my ogling, yet I couldn't bring myself to stop staring. I looked over his angular nose; though if you look very closely, the tiniest raise can be seen near the bridge of his nose. I passed over his eyes, saving them for last. Penny shaded hair in perfect disarray lay on his head, looking soft and was just begging to be touched. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair, to see if it was just as soft as it looked.

I finally brought myself to look down into his eyes. Hidden under thick shaggy eyebrows, his perfectly equal golden eyes smouldered into my own. His gaze was so intense, I found I couldn't look away; not that I even wanted to in the first place.

I remembered where we were though. I managed to break our gaze and look around the living room; finding it now empty except for ourselves. I turned back towards Edward, expecting him to be at the other end of the couch. Only I found him inches from my face. I gasped with shock; how had I missed him moving?

"Bella," he whispered, his voice soft and hesitant. I looked around for everyone once again before turning to reply, only to be cut off before I began. "They decided to go join Alice and Jasper with a quick hunt,"

"Bella, would it be so terrible if I told you how much I've wanted to kiss you again?"

"N-No, that wouldn't be terrible," I responded shakily; he wanted to kiss me again?

"It's true; since that kiss outside of school, you're all I can think about. You and your perfect lips," he whispered, his lukewarm breath blowing in my face, momentarily dazzling me.

"Why haven't you?" I had to ask.

"Why haven't I what?"

"Kissed me again. If you so wanted to I mean,"

"I wasn't the gentleman you deserve when I kissed you; I thought I had offended you. Perhaps repulsed you even," he ducked his head sheepishly.

"Well, you didn't. To either. So I suggest you kiss me again right now, or else,2 I teased, bringing his face back to look at me with my index finger.

"Oh? Or else what, eh?" he teased back.

"I may have to take things into my own hands. I hear that Mike Newton's a nice bo-"

Edwards furious lips cut off my sentence. His kiss sent my toes curling and my nerves haywire. I thrust my hands into his hair, gripping it fiercely as our lips teased, nipped and sucked at each other. I pushed my tongue at his lips, prying them open for me to explore. Our small moans mingled as our tongues battled for the dominance neither of us were willing to give up. Teeth gnashed and tongues twined, tasting each other. I had quickly discovered my new favourite taste; forget blood, I could live off of Edwards cinnamon and honey taste forever.

I pushed myself down into a laying position, pulling Edward to rest in between my legs comfortable, never separating our ferocious lips. His hands wandered, sliding up my shin and along the outside of my thigh, before settling one hand on my hip, rubbing circles. His other hand cradled my head, holding me to him. My own hands explored the length of his back and chest. I fisted his T-shirt in my hand, using it to pull him closer to me. My other hand massaged the length of his back, rubbing soothing circles into him. I did this until I felt Edward suddenly tense and tear his lips from my own. Both of us gasped in breaths we didn't need; though I continued my ministrations on his back. A small groan left his lips as he buried his face into my neck.

I looked down to where my hand was massaging a soft part of his back. Hang on, Edward doesn't have a soft back. My hand rest upon Edwards bottom, massaging it gently. Now I understood why Edward had tensed; I was feeling him up without even knowing it. I smacked his ass lightly, causing him to yelp and look me in the eyes.

"You made me yelp," he accused, his eyes narrowing playfully.

"You loved it," I winked. He didn't respond with words, only looking into my eyes with a small grin on his face. I couldn't help but forget our family in this moment; it felt as though we were the only two vampires in the world. Like nothing could hurt us right now, nothing could break up from this bubble.

"AHEM." Except that. I turned my head towards the living room entrance, to find our family all stood there, grins wide on all faces except one. Well, shit.

"Want to explain what's going here?" Dads voice thundered across the room. I realised that in our haze, Edward and I hadn't exactly moved from our position. So I could see dads point; after all, Edward lay on top of his daughter, his hand on her hip as she groped his ass. Not the best sight for a father to see his baby girl in I imagine. I hurried to sit up, much like Edward did. I guess he must of realised our position also.

"Dad…" I tried.

"You say nothing Isabella Marie Cullen," dad cut me off, his voice icy, not once looking in my direction. I tried so hard not to smirk at his theatrics and sank myself dramatically into the couch. I then thought, hey, dad's already pissed, let's just fuel the fire! So I stood back up and slouched back down into Edwards lap. I'm sure that if he were human, dad's face would be red with anger. I couldn't keep the grin off of my face, so I buried it in Edwards shoulder.

"Edward. What are your intentions with Bella?" Dad asked, his voice daring. Now I know he cares for Edward; his first son. So most of this little display was just for shits and giggles really.

"Carlisle, I would never hurt Bella and I plan to protect her for as long as she'll let me. And even if she no longer wants me, I'll still protect her. She's beautiful, smart and funny. Carlisle, your daughter is perfect. I promise you, should I ever hurt her, intentionally or not, I wouldn't blame you for punishing me. I ask that you would," Edward answered, his voice thick with emotions. My grin was no longer on my face, an if I could, tears would be streaming down my face.

"And why is this Edward?" dad spoke again, softer this time, though the fierce undertone was still there.

"I love your daughter," Edward whispered, more to himself than anyone else; but we all heard him. He loves me? Already? Isn't that a bit quickly for him to know whether he loves me or not? Shouldn't we know more about each other? So many questions! I gasped and looked into his eyes.

"You love me?" I asked hesitantly.

"More than anything; I'm sorry it took so long to realise. I'm such a fool, all this time I wasted," he spoke directly to me now, his eyes holding mine.

I realised in that moment that it didn't matter how quickly this came about. It doesn't matter because even when dead, the heart wants what the heart wants. And just how Edward loves me, I realise that I love him back, with all my heart. I gasped at my realisation and pressed my lips quickly and softly to Edwards.

"I love you, too. So much. We both wasted time, but not anymore," I vowed.

"You love me?"

"I love you," I grinned manically at Edward, his responding grin blinding. I pressed my forehead to his and just let the happy feelings wash over me.

"Finally! Ow, Rosie!" We looked up at our family to find Emmett holding his head, but a massive grin was playing on his lips. Sweeping my gaze over the rest of our family I was met with huge grins of acceptance; even from Dad.

"He's right you two, it's about time! Glad we could help you along with that," dad grinned, wrapping his arm around Esme's waist.

"Alice! Don't block me, just show me!" Edward suddenly shouted. I looked towards Alice, feeling guilty that I hadn't noticed she'd had a vision.

"You won't like it, Edward," Alice warned.

"I don't care, just show me Ali," he pleaded. Alice sighed and must of shown him her vision, as I felt his arms wrap around my waist tightly, holding my to him.

"They're not going to be a problem. There's three of them and eight of us. We can take them if need be Ali!

"Who won't be a problem Edward?" Esme asked, her concern evident.

"Nomads. Three of them."

A/N: OOH, Nomads, are they going to be the trio we all love to hate? We'll have to find out:3!

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