I have to thank my a fantastic trio of friends for helping me with this: m0t0b33, teamalltwilight and Pyejammies! ;)

As always, I don't own anything Twilight related or anything else you might recognize in my story. I DO own the idea.

We'll just call them Hot Mama and Jailbait. :) Check the pictures in my FB group: Addicted-to-romione-bedward Fanfiction (link on my profile)

Bella's POV

New Year's night at Emmett's is something else.

He doesn't seem to care I'm that much older than them, even than his girlfriend. If everyone would be as open as them…

Rosalie looks like the most vain person on Earth, but once she starts talking and I get to know her, she's the opposite. She's friendly, independent, and hard-working. I already love her and I only met her a few hours ago.

Because we're alone and I know we won't drive anywhere any time soon, I allow Edward to drink a glass of champagne.

Apparently the not driving doesn't last because Emmett suddenly wants to go downtown. We pile in his car and Rosalie drives – the only one who didn't drink. She apparently hates alcohol.

We arrive in Pioneer Square and head to Klondike Gold Rush National Historical Park. It's a great feeling to be able to hold Edward's hand in public.

We find a spot just as the countdown starts. Edward wraps his arms around me from behind and I tilt my head to smile up at him. He smiles back and I feel my heart swell.

Three…

Two…

One…

"Happy New Year, Bella," he murmurs, covering my mouth.

I stretch my neck to kiss him better, one of my hands gripping his hair through his beanie.

"Happy New Year, honey," I whisper when we separate.

The firework show from the bay is beyond words. I don't think I've seen one as beautiful as this.

"Did you make a wish?" Edward asks quietly, his lips pressed to my ear.

"I always forget, but I guess I have all I want."

He chuckles, turning me in his arms. "Me too. If I have you, I don't need anything else."

We meet for another kiss.

He still surprises me how sweet he can be but at times he's so childish or stubborn…I guess he's just seventeen and he'll grow up soon.

After a few more minutes, we decided to return to Emmett's warm house. We talk for the rest of the night…eh, morning. Emmett and Rosalie are on the sofa, snuggled up while Edward and I are occupying the loveseat.

Of course, others don't take it as well as Emmett.

At work, Jazz suspects something changed during the winter break but doesn't know what. That is until one day in late January we're working with Riley over the end of the month bills, when Edward barges into my office.

He stops in the doorway, his eyes shifting from the two other occupants to me then he catches his lips between his teeth.

"What happened, honey?" I ask, going to him.

"I left before you…" He rubs his head.

"Yeah. I know. I overslept," I say giggling. Totally his fault for tiring me out.

He smirks then clears his throat. "Yeah, I didn't grab the house keys."

I laugh and go to my bag. "Here you go." I hand him my keys. "But you better be home when I get there!" I warn him.

"Where else would I be?" he asks mock shocked.

"At Emmett's?" I concur, raising my eyebrow.

"Nah. I'm busy with that project. Oookay. Thanks." He dips his head down and plants a sound kiss on my lips then he's gone.

I don't realize what happened until I turn around and see both Jasper and Riley watching me with wide eyes.

"What?" I mumble, feeling my cheeks heating up.

"What the heck was that?" Jasper hisses. "Seriously. He kissed you!" He sounds outraged.

"I knew this will happen," Riley says amused.

"Uh…it actually happened on the break. It's not like I was planning it…but I love him," I tell them. "Now, let's finish this."

And so the subject is closed.

Riley doesn't have a problem with it, but Jasper seems to not accept it…until Valentine's Day.

He's all cheery and talking in riddles, driving me crazy. It's a busy day. He keeps hinting at different silly pink presents until I threaten him to fire him – not like I could dispose of him, but I'm hoping it will shut him up.

Only when Edward appears around five in the afternoon with a flower I realize Jasper's part of this…somehow.

I find them in my office talking and joking after I had a talk with some of my employees.

"Hey!" I greet him.

Edward looks up at me and grins then rushes to kiss me. "Hey, love."

"What are you doing here?" I inquire.

"Oh." He picks a long stem pink rose from my desk and offers it to me. "Be my Valentine?" he asks, chuckling.

Pity I rushed out of the house this morning. I woke him up then left in a hurry because I had an important meeting. I bet he'd have loved to ask me since we woke up.

"You know the answer." I take his cheeks in my hands and kiss him softly. "Love you."

"Aw, don't get all mushy. I just ate!" Jasper complains from behind Edward.

Edward promptly shows him the middle finger then ushers me to the door.

"Wait! I have to grab my coat." Once we're walking out the clinic, I lean into him, having missed him today. "So where are we going?"

"Home."

"Oh." I should have known. I mean he doesn't exactly have money to take me out.

He's quiet all the way home. When we step inside, I grab the lapels of his jacket and smash my lips to his. We can always be ourselves in here – no need to hold back or worry about who sees…and judges.

"Wait, wait. We'll get there, I promise. But I have a surprise for you," Edward murmurs, helping me out of my coat the leading me to the kitchen.

The table is set nicely with two plates, silverware, candles and it smells really nice.

"Did you cook?" I ask, turning to stare at him wide-eyed.

"Kinda…I just had to boil them…nothing could go wrong, right?" He looks nervous.

I go to the bowl on the counter and take the lid off.

Ravioli.

Wow.

"Now, wash your hands, sit down and let me serve you," he jokes.

I'm sidetracked by another bowl next to the food. Actually…it's a tall glass…with a small golden fish in it.

"Is this part of the meal?" I whisper, unsure.

"Ah, uh…not really," Edward mumbles. "We have a project at school…and I was late for class and ended up with this."

"You were late? Why is that?" I groan.

His ears turn red and he averts his eyes.

"Biology is right after lunch break…and I stayed out with Em…"

"And smoked? I thought you quit!"

"I'm trying. Sorry."

"Okay, so you have a project to…what?"

"Take care of this fish. Others have puppies, kittens and turtles. No, I ended up with the fucking fish. What the fuck does it do? I'll fail." He moans.

"I think it's time for shopping after we eat. This little fellow needs a fish bowl, or you will really fail if you keep him in a glass," I say sternly.

"Aw, but Bella…I was hoping to talk with my teacher to change this thing."

"You're more special that's why you ended up with the fish." I wink.

He scowls and brings the ravioli to the table.

It's really good. But then again as he said, he just had to boil the precooked ravioli.

While shopping for the fish, Edward tells me more about this project. Apparently it's a campaign of sorts that is going on in schools. The abandoned animals can have a new home, because at the end of the project, they can keep the animals if they want.

I guess the fish will go. Sad. I always wanted a fish, and I bet that I'll be the one taking care of it, anyway.

We leave with a bowl, water filter, fish food and some little stones to go in the bowl. Spoiled fish.

Home, Edward offers to wash the dishes we left in the sink only to escape the complicated procedure of setting up the fish's new home.

I install the tank on Edward's desk because it's his pet and his project. When he comes up, he scowls at the fish and wraps his arms around me.

"Yours? Now it would be so fucking weird to have sex here... We'll traumatize the fish," he murmurs in my ear making me laugh.

"Are you going to name it something?" I ask, taking his hand and leading him to my room - ours.

Edward's sleeping most of the nights with me.

"Fish, like in that movie you love...when the woman names her cat...Cat," he says quietly.

He just got a dozen golden stars in my book.

He remembers Breakfast at Tiffany's.

"I love you," I whisper, wrapping my arms around his waist. "You're amazing, honey."

He smirks and tilts my head to have better access at my lips. "Love you, too."

Soon, our hands are tugging and pulling at the other's clothes until we're both naked and on the bed.

"You're still on the pill?" Edward checks, toying with the condom box.

"I think I told you I don't want to make a habit of this...but okay, fine. Just tonight," I accept his offer.

Of course bareback is so much better and pleasurable for both of us, but there are risks.

I lie on my back and spread my legs as he climbs on top of me, kissing his way up to my lips, but not neglecting any important spot like my tummy, my breasts, my neck, my hands... I know Edward will never admit it but he's such a romantic sap.

Hooking his elbows under my knees, I guide him inside me and we both sigh at the delicious feeling. Edward starts moving slowly, his face burrowed in my hair, his fingers caressing my legs. In turn, I run my hands down his back, his hair because I know how he almost purrs when I pull at the strands during sex.

The first round we just move slowly, but a little while later, the second round is rough and exactly what we need.

I love both sides of him.

If you want to see Fish...there will be a picture on Facebook in my group. ;)

See you in a few days.