AN: Hooray for chapter 2!

Thank you everyone who commented on the first chapter, I hope this story lives up to your expectations!

I now have a beta, faite-comme-moi, and she is amazing. Trust me when I tell you that this chapter would have been all over the place had she not gone over it. I look forward to working with her through this story :)

I'm still not sure on a posting schedule but chapter 3 is finished and just waiting to be proof read while chapter 4 is on its way so you shouldn't have to wait years for the next chapters.

This story is rated M for a reason with slash so if you don't like it or can't handle it then don't read.

SM owns these characters I just borrow them.

March 25th 2033 – So…What Happened At The Party? JPOV

Reciting the story of how Edward and I met, got together and fell in love to our two beautiful children is simply the best way to begin our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. We have told them snippets of our life together through their lives but Lily was right; we had never sat down and told them from beginning to end our entire tale.

Although our relationship hasn't always been a walk in the park, I've never regretted one moment of our life together, even though things got really ugly at times.

Edward was a man of science with his eyes always on the prize of becoming a surgeon. Time and time again in our early days this put a wedge between us and even drove us completely apart. But I can't blame all of our problems solely on him. I am to blame for many of our tough patches as well. I have come to accept that I am rather hot-headed and have a hint of trust issues.

"Oh! And I want to know why you were such a brat on your date!" Lily added, breaking me out of my thoughts. She brought one of her feet up to sit on the chair as she rested her chin on her knee.

"Well, then we'll be killing two birds with one stone here. Jas, you start. I'm going to grab some wine." Edward got up from the table and left the dining room for the kitchen.

Although Lily was still only twenty, we had a liberal alcohol policy in our family. When our children turned to their late teens, Edward and I decided to practice safe and responsible drinking rather than prohibiting the act all together. We told them to never drink on an empty stomach, to never get behind the wheel under the influence or in a car with someone else that had been drinking and to always call us if they were in trouble, no matter what time. As long as they kept up their grades and didn't make poor decisions regarding alcohol and drugs, we were fairly tolerant towards their underage drinking.

"It was, if I remember correctly, only about two weeks after our date that Emmett had his birthday party," I started.

March 20th 1999

I could already hear the music pounding behind the closed door of Emmett's apartment. Chuckling to myself, I let myself in and was immediately blasted with that song, "Ignition." People in the living room were already quite tipsy as they screamed along with the words of the popular song.

Moving through the apartment, I found the kitchen where Emmett and my sister were hanging out with friends.

"Jas, man!" Emmett bellowed as he pulled me into a one-armed man hug. Letting go of me, I then had my sister's arms wrapped around me.

"Hey, baby brother," she laughed into my ear. It appeared I needed to catch up with the rest of this party on the drinking front. "You're late!" She said as she pulled away from me.

"Rose, it's only ten thirty; the night is young," I replied while taking out the 500 ml of rum from my jean jacket, "Happy Birthday, big guy." I broke open the top of the bottle and took a swig.

"Thanks, man," Emmett said, putting an arm around my shoulders. Emmett was a large man, my height but way more in shape than I. He was on a football scholarship at the university but was majoring in Political Science. His theory was, even if he made it all the way pro and then got injured, he didn't want football to be the only thing he was good at; so his back up career was to become a lawyer. He had a 3.5 GPA, which was pretty impressive for someone who was already fully committed to an extra curricular activity.

He and Rosalie were both in their last year of college. Rosie had just turned twenty-two the month prior while today was Emmett's twenty-third birthday. Emmett took a year off in between his first and second year because his father had gotten really sick and died. When he returned to school for his second year, Rosalie was in one of his elective classes and they became close friends. For months, while Emmett still grieved for his father and Rosie helped him move forward, they remained simply friends. It was the end of their second year when they decided to explore their feelings and become a couple.

This being my first year, it was nice having people I already knew and felt comfortable around. I hadn't really made a lot of friends in my own year but I was soon going to have to; both Rosie and Emmett were no longer attending the university next year. They were both moving to California as Emmett had been drafted to play pro for the San Francisco 49ers there and for Rosie to get her bachelors degree at Stanford in Communications.

"Let me get you a shot glass," Emmett offered as he started rummaging around his cupboards.

In an attempt to get me to socialize more with younger folk, Emmett had so helpfully set me up on a blind date two weeks prior. He, Rosalie, my roommate Tyler and the few random hookups that I'd had were the only people on this planet who knew I was gay. Rosie and I were both from Louisiana and with strict Christian parents, it was easy to see why coming out to the world wasn't number one in my day planner under Goals.

The date was a disaster. Then again, I was having one of the worst days imaginable; by the time I showed up I was ready to pull someone's face off. So I blew off the guy, big deal. He was pretty hot, though. That reddish-brown hair that stood up in all directions and his strong jaw line had definitely provided great shower jack-off material the following morning.

Filling the shot glass, which was put in front of me, I quickly downed the contents. Taking two more, I turned back to the kitchen and laughed at Emmett using a funnel to chug his beer as fast as humanly possible.

"You sure know how to pick 'em, Rosie," I shouted across the room. She winked and raised her beer in my direction. I laughed and turned towards the living room, rum bottle still in hand, to check out the rest of the party. It appeared to be the regular crowd of randoms whom I mostly didn't know, sloshing around drunkenly to the recent top 40 mix CD.

"Jasper, hey!" I looked over and saw Eric, a friend of Emmett's, making his way to me.

"Hey, man. How's it going?" We bumped alcohol containers and each took a swig.

"Not bad, my friend. Gearing up for finals but that's about it. This is probably the last time I'll be going out before I need to be lame and buckle down."

"I hear ya. This is your last year, right?" I asked. Yet another person I would probably lose contact with after this year. I've really got to make my own friends.

"Yeah, got accepted to the Engineering Master's program at Duke so, North Carolina, here I come!"

"Wow, congratulations!" We each took another shot in celebration.

"Thanks I- oh hey, my girlfriend just got here," I turned to see Lauren enter the room. Awful girl. "Catch up later?" He passed me and headed off toward her, leaving me alone in a room filled with people. Taking a glance around, I headed towards the dining room where a full-on beer pong game was in full fledge.

"Bro, you and me. Next round!" Emmett shouted across the room towards me. I was pretty good at this game, but nowhere as good as Emmett. It was safe to say that after this round I would be pretty sloshed.

My face was numb and felt like it was on fire at the same time, one of the tell-tale signs that I was indeed drunk and on my way to becoming a complete wreck, which I didn't mind. Emmett had sunk his Ping-Pong balls in all of my cups nearly instantly and my earlier shots were starting to catch up with me.

Looking around the room I realized that, if I didn't want to be puking my guts out for the rest of the evening, I'd better cool it for a bit.

"You look like you're having a good time," Rosie plunked down beside me on the couch while handing me a glass of water.

"Thanks, and yeah, I am. I'm going to miss you guys next year," I said, feeling the verbal filter falling out of place already.

"You'll make new friends and forget all about this," she bumped her shoulder into mine lightly.

"I don't know. I kind of hate people," I smirked at her.

She snorted and rolled her eyes, "So I've heard. Hey, what happened with that, anyways? All I heard from Em was that you were just a huge dick." Ah, yes; the date again.

"My bathroom had flooded that afternoon, I had received a crappy grade on this paper I worked really hard on and Mama was on my ass about some stuff that really pushed my buttons. So by the time I made it to that restaurant, I just wanted to get in and out as fast as possible. Oh! And you're loving boyfriend didn't even tell me about the date until a few hours before. So…it was bad news bears." I shrugged. I felt bad about the way I had acted, but that was really the worst day to be going on date with someone.

"What was Mama bugging you with?" she asked softly over the music.

I hesitated a moment before muttering, "Girl stuff." Immediately, her lips formed an 'O' in understanding. I swear; if I heard one more time from my parents about bringing a nice Christian girl home from school I might hit something. Even though Emmett wasn't exactly what our parents had wanted for Rosie, the fact that he was in line to go pro next year sure was nice to hear. Football was in huge in the south.

"Well… I'll tell her to back off, 'kay? I'll just mention that you're really tied up with school and don't need the added stress," she patted my back to soothe my anxiety.

"Thanks," I said. It was so easy to dwell on the oversensitive feelings of rejection from my parents but, instead, I settled for the more physically obvious – I really had to pee. "Well Rosie, great bonding session but I gotta go break the seal." She laughed as I got up and made my way to the bathroom.

There was no line so I went right in, did my business and washed my hands. After turning the taps off, I looked at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were flushed from drinking and my eyelids looked a little droopy. Splashing some cold water on my face, I took in my appearance again, this time simply looking into my own grey-blue eyes and evaluating what I saw. I was definitely drunk; this self-soul searching into a mirror was bull but I found myself doing it anyway.

I never got when people said "I could just see it in their eyes." What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Eyes were eyes. Some were blue, others green, others brown. Sometimes the pupil was bigger, sometimes smaller. Emotions were never portrayed in eyes; I can totally vouch for that because looking into my own eyes I just saw what they were: eyes. If eyes revealed true emotions then I would be looking directly into confused, angry, saddened eyes, but I wasn't.

I. Am. Drunk.

Looking away from the mirror, I glanced around the room and wondered how long I had been staring at myself. There wasn't any pounding on the door, so that was good, but I decided I had better get out of there before I drowned in my own mental drunken haze.

Splashing some water on my face once again, I dried it with the towel hanging off the back of the door then opened it to leave the room. The moment the door opened I was met with a very familiar face and messy hair.

"I was just about to- oh," his hand was raised in the air as if he was about to knock on the door. When he met my gaze, recognition crossed his face.

"Edward, right?" I asked.

"Yeah; surprised you remember." He sounded a little bitter. I deserved it.

"Well, uh, I'll let you by." I moved to the left as he pushed past me into the bathroom then slammed the door. Shaking my head, I started walking back down the hall towards the living room. As I got further away a sinking feeling slowly started to rise in my stomach and, no; I was not going to puke. I really had been a huge dick to this guy, and for the life of me I had no idea why I felt this need to at least apologize.

Turning back, I waited outside the bathroom and leaned my head against the wall because it felt very heavy. This would be great. I would apologize then everyone (meaning Emmett and Rosalie) would get off my back.

When the door opened again, I saw that he was slightly shocked to see me standing there.

"Um… did you forget something?" he asked.

"Yeah. I forgot to apologize to you."

His eyebrows rose dramatically. "What?"

"I was a complete asshat on that date and I'm really sorry. My day was shit and I took it out on you and you didn't deserve it and I'm sorry and I hope maybe we could be friends or something 'cause that would be cool and I hope you accept this apology…"

Suddenly he was laughing.

"What?"

"You are wasted."

"Doesn't matter." I put my hands on his shoulders for dramatic effect, "I really am sorry, 'kay?"

He chuckled again, "Okay. I forgive you."

I lightly hold a fist up in the air, "Awesome."

"Let's head back. I'll get you a… glass of water." He laughed again and it was a really nice laugh.

"So. How do you know Emmett?" I asked as we walked back towards the living room.

"He took a math class last year and I was his tutor." His voice raised a little as we made it to the centre of the party.

"Ah, yes; forgot that you're a genius," I commented casually. Med student, that was kind of hard-core.

"Hey!" He said defensively.

"Oh psh, it's a compliment." I patted his back and he laughed, but it was different that time, almost like he was uncomfortable.

"You sit down; I'll get you something to drink." He gestured towards the recently deserted couch and then walked away towards the kitchen.

Sitting down, I looked across the room and noticed there were definitely less people there than before. Fixing my eyes on the clock, I saw that it was almost 2AM. Whoa. Time really does fly when you're… done.

Suddenly Edward was beside me and handing me a bottle of water. "Thanks," I said then took a huge gulp.

"No problem." He took a drink of his own auburn drink.

"So, tell me about yourself, Edward." I had some making up to do. He seemed like a cool, very good-looking guy; why not get to know him?

He turned to look at me and half scoffed, half chuckled, "Generally, or would you like to narrow down that broad question of yours?"

"General for now. I dunno; where you grew up and shit." Oh, lovely; I could hear the Southern accent coming out.

"Well, I'm from Forks, about a three hour drive from here. My father is a general surgeon while my mother is an interior designer. I have a sister, her name is Alice and she's eighteen and in her last year of high school back home. How about you?"

"I'm from Zachary, Louisiana, which is just outside of Baton Rouge. I'm sure you've met Rosie, my older sister." He nodded. "Ma' Daddy is a retired general for the army and now owns a cattle ranch while ma' Mama works part time on the ranch and part time as a secretary for the local police station. Basically, we're just really southern." I added with a forced southern drawl.

"That's cool. I've only ever been to parts of Texas but I've heard Louisiana is beautiful," he added politely.

"New Orleans is beautiful. God it's just a skip away to the water and the food is wonderful, but small town Louisiana? There is a reason I moved across the country for college." I looked at him pointedly and he nodded in understanding. I didn't have to say that it was because I was gay.

"I kind of know what you mean," he added quietly. We were silent for a moment. It wasn't awkward, or at least I didn't realize if it was.

"So, I never see you at any of these little…shindigs," I commented.

"Well I am very focused on my studies but it's Emmett's twenty-third birthday and after this I have to start prepping for finals so I thought 'why not?'" He raised his cup to me then finished what was in it.

"That's the spirit! And yeah, I think this is the last big thing for a lot of people here," I said before taking a drink from my water, which was almost empty.

"You're first year, right?" When I confirmed, Edward continued, "Shouldn't you be getting wasted every night, with a different… hook-up in your bed and absent from every class only to finally realize that your final is a week away and you haven't even bought the textbook?" Edward asked with a smirk on his face. God, he was gorgeous.

"Oh, because I'm such a fuck up?" I placed a hand on my chest, "I'm really wounded."

"No; because isn't that first year college student protocol?"

"Is that what you did?" I bit back.

"Nope." He shook his head.

"How old are you?"

"I'll be twenty in June," he said.

"Well, me neither, genius boy; although I do like at least one night out a week. I am a university student after all. You, on the other hand, are another breed of college student." I laughed at the 'hurt' look on his face.

"Education is the key to success," he stated and I burst out laughing.

"Oh, wow, okay." I was laughing really hard because, I swear to god I had read that slogan on a banner sometime during my childhood and this guy had repeated it to me as if it was his life motto.

"Come on, knowledge is power!" He did a punch into the air and I rolled my eyes while continuing to try and control my laughter. I looked over and saw that his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were a little droopy. I was sure he'd been drinking as well and I was kind of taken away with how hot he was. He turned to look at me and, suddenly, I was met with his deep green eyes, almost forest green, and they were amazing.

We stared at each other for a moment and then I lost his eyes because he was looking down at my lips, which I had subconsciously moistened with my tongue. Meeting his gaze again, I realized that we were both leaning in a bit and I found myself really wanting to kiss him.

Suddenly, I realized that we were still in an open room with people and I pulled back to look around. Hearing him sigh he said, "I'll um- I'll be right back," and then Edward was walking away from me. I followed him with my eyes, immediately appreciating his ass. It fit perfectly in his light jeans and god, I wanted it.

I'd had hook ups over the past few months that I'd been in university. I'd never seen my virginity as a big deal and I've never regretted how I lost it. It was with a guy I had previously hooked up with, Peter, and he was great, making me feel comfortable and safe through everything. We'd hooked up twice by Em's birthday but that was the most our interaction had reached.

Watching Edward's ass walk away, down the hall towards the bathroom, I found myself swallowing the saliva that was suddenly in my mouth. I felt like everything was warm and fuzzy. My mind kept going back to his face, eyes, lips and his ass, oh my god, his ass. Great, my dick had now tuned into the conversation.

Looking towards the hallway leading to the bathroom, I felt flush as lust radiated through my entire body. I found myself lifting off the couch and walking down the hallway to the closed door at the end. Waiting outside of the bathroom, I didn't really know what was going to happen when he opened the door. God I wanted him, though. I hadn't been with anyone in a while and I could've really used a hot release. And Edward was damn sure hot.

The doorknob started jiggling and for a white blazing second I was nervous because I didn't know what I was going to do when the door opened. All I knew was that I wanted him. Then it was open and we were standing face to face and Edward was about to say something and I just grabbed him and my lips were on his. It was hard and hot and his hands were in the air in shock. I started pushing him back into the small bathroom when he finally wrapped one hand to the back of my neck and the other to my back. I grabbed his ass with both hands and kicked the door closed with my foot.

March 25th 2033

"Please. Stop. Please. God, it's like a corny romance novel with Fabio on the cover. But worse," Oliver complained while covering his face with his hands.

"Yeah… I didn't sign up for that part," Lily said, finishing off her second glass of wine. "Colouring, remember? Co-lou-ring," she enunciated, pointing in the direction of our bedroom.

Edward and I laughed.

I caught Edward's gaze from across the table and it was like being transported back to Emmett's grungy couch all over again. His eyes were green as ever, even after all this time. I still couldn't see emotions in them, because they were just eyes, but I could always read his facial expressions like an open book. Right now, I could tell that he was thinking back to what had happened behind that closed bathroom door.

March 20th 1999

Using my grip on his fine ass, I whipped Edward around the minute we were in the bathroom so he was pinned against the door. I ran my tongue across his bottom lip and I heard him let out a shaky breath. Running my hands up his sides then sprawling my fingers up and across his chest, he opened his mouth to meet my tongue.

Tentatively, I felt his hands start to run up and down my chest and back and my senses were extremely heightened when he slipped his hands under my shirt a bit to play with the hair above my jeans. I started realizing that his kisses were fairly sloppy, not the best, but it didn't matter because I was then moving my lips across his cheek and down his throat.

My cock was actually pulsing in my jeans. I needed this. Fuck. And his light finger touches on my stomach were not helping.

Reaching for the hemline of his t-shirt, I think I literally ripped it up, over and off Edward's body. I continued kissing down his throat and moved down his chest until I was on my knees in front of him. Although I loved receiving head, I had a new appreciation for giving it ever since I learned some skill in the oral-giving department.

I ran my tongue around his belly button while I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zipper.

"Ja- Jaspe…" I heard his voice break as I pulled the flaps of his jeans apart and shoved my face into his boxer-clad heat. While opening my mouth and slowly breathing hot air onto his apparently large mass, I pulled his jeans down his legs. Next, using my hands to remove his boxers, I only allowed myself a moment to take in his member before I began running my tongue from base to tip and back.

After a few rounds, I finally began to lightly suck on the head. I heard a broken gasp come from above and, suddenly, his fingers were tangled lightly in my hair. Covering my teeth with my lips, I slowly started to sink onto his length and, trust me, there was length. He wasn't as thick as me, but for sure longer. The fingers in my hair tightened as I relaxed my throat and allowed him to slip further in.

"Oh, god. Ah!" I swallowed and bobbed my head once. "Oh, fuck," Edward cursed and then I heard him inhale sharply, felt his back bow against the door and all at once the back of my throat was being shot with his warm come. I might have been drunk, but that was way fast. Continuing to lightly bob as his legs began shake a bit, he came down from his high.

I swallowed everything. Swallowing doesn't appeal to me but it doesn't disgust me so it was just more convenient to swallow. Releasing him, I rose to stand in front of him and saw that one of his hands was stuck in his hair and he was staring up at the ceiling. Resting my hands on his chest I kissed his neck. "Hey, what's up?"

"I'm sorry, I- I've never…" Edward stuttered and it suddenly made sense.

I chuckled lightly. "Well, was your first blow job good?" I asked cockily.

"Amazing. Thank you," he turned his head to kiss me.

"No problem darlin'," I drawled between kisses. His hands roamed my chest and suddenly they were pulling my shirt up. "Edward, you don't have to." Please do, though.

"It's okay. I want to." He pulled my shirt off and began to unbutton my jeans. After helping him pull them and my boxers off, my heavy cock sprung up and I heard him swallow.

Bringing the hand that wasn't resting on my chest up to his mouth, he coated it in saliva then brought it to my cock and coated it in the makeshift lube.

"Feels good," I whispered as my head fell to his shoulder. My hands reached up and entangled themselves into his messy locks.

As his speed became faster, and with increased pressure, my hips began to thrust into his hand as I realized my orgasm was approaching. Turning my head, I sucked hard on Edward's collarbone as I got closer and closer.

"Fuck. Good," I choked out. I was drunk and horny, and this was gonna be over soon.

His hand started to flick over my head and I think I let out a bit of a cry as I exploded on his hand, my stomach and his stomach. My fingers were gripped like iron in his hair and my legs were shaking as he continued to pump me lightly.

Finally, I sunk a little into him and he wrapped both of his arms around me. I felt him laugh in relief and kiss the side of my head. I let out a carefree laugh because I had just come and life was fabulous.

Finally realizing we were covered in jizz, I slowly stood up and reached for the toilet paper roll, ripping off a large amount. Handing him some, I wiped off my stomach and dick as he wiped off his stomach. We then quickly changed places, shuffling as our pants were around our thighs, and he washed his hands while I tucked myself back in and pulled up my pants.

Edward was looking at me through the mirror and I winked at him before I reached down to grab our shirts. Coming up behind him, I wrapped my arm around his chest, pressing his shirt into his chest and kissed the back of his neck.

"Thanks," I murmured then slipped my shirt back on and headed out the door.

That was fun.

March 2033

"Come on kids; it was a beautiful union of two souls." Edward teased.

"It was a drunken hook up. Wow, you guys were sloppy fools," Oliver said. "But that's it? That's how you guys got it on? That's crazy. I thought you guys got together way later."

"Oh, we did," I confirmed. "You're right. It was a drunken hook up."

"My fathers, the sluts." Oliver smirked.

"A few days after that night we ran into each other on campus and decided to go out for coffee. We quickly became good friends, actually," Edward added.

"Babe, you and I both know it was more like friends with benefits." I winked at him from across the table.

"Well, it was the end of the semester and neither of us wanted anything serious because we were both going back home for the summer." Edward continued.

"But at the end of April, as we didn't have the technology we have today, we promised to write and email each other and, for then, that was that." I sighed. "It really wasn't serious then at all. I mean we didn't even," I looked at Lily, "colour outside of the lines."

"You were a virgin, Pop E?" she asked.

"I was, until my third year of college," he declared.

"Wait a minute. PJ, didn't you go on exchange sometime during college?" Lily asks.

"Yes. I went to John Cabot University in Rome for my second year." I confirmed.

"Okay, instead of us blindly guessing what happened for the rest of the story, why don't you two just continue with the story," Oliver sighs.

"Well, earlier that semester I had applied to go on exchange but was still unsure about it even before I got the acceptance letter," I continued. "But when I did, I contemplated it and, with encouragement from Aunt Rosie, Uncle Em, and even your father, I accepted. God, even my parents thought it was a good idea," I sighed.

"Anyway, I went to Italy for a year and it was bliss. I learned so much and got to take trips all over Europe because flights are so cheap over there. It was an experience I'll never forget." I looked over to Edward before speaking the next part. He knew what was coming and even though he was accepting of everything in my past, it still made him slightly uncomfortable when I talked about this. "I also fell in love."

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Is this that Alec guy?" Lily wondered.

"Yes. Alec and I were together for pretty much the entire time I was in Italy. It killed me at the time to have to move back to the States at the end of my exchange."

Alec and I had met through acquaintances at school. Although he didn't attend the International University, his friend, Aro, did and Aro was in many of my classes as he was a history major as well. Alec was a gorgeous Italian with dark brown hair, golden skin and passionate as fuck. We kicked it off right away and, within a month or so of being in Rome, were already in a somewhat exclusive relationship. I had fallen hard for him, fast. He was funny and smart and we taught each other our native languages throughout our year together. That was all we had; a year.

Leaving Alec because my exchange was over was heart breaking. We tried for months before I left to figure out a way to stay together; him coming to American, me staying in Italy or even doing long distance, but financial statuses and visa permits disabled us from continuing our relationship, and long distance was just too painful. I was a wreck for months after I left Italy.

To this day, though, I received the random email from Alec here and there. We had managed to reconnect when Facebook went online and have been casual friends ever since. He now lived in London with his partner and three children.

"That sucks," Oliver offered.

"Meanwhile," Edward continued hesitantly, "I was back here in my third year of university and studying my ass off towards med school."

"Typical," Oliver said.

"Really, Pop E? Did you at least enjoy some parts of university?" Lily asked.

"Well, I did go out a few times with friends and dated off and on, slept with a few people, nothing ever serious, but mostly I was focused on my studies," he shrugs.

"So you came back from Italy, heartbroken, and…what?" Oliver asked.

"Okay, this is when I thought you two really got together," Lily pointed out.

"Yes, and no," Edward stated.

"What does that mean?" she asked.

"Why don't we move this to the living room, get more comfortable?" Edward suggested as he got up.

"I agree; the next part is a little rocky," I said and stood up.

"Yeah, sounds good, but pee break first, 'kay?" Oliver asked rhetorically before getting up and walking down the hall towards the bathroom.

"I'll go start the dishwasher," Lily said as she got up to leave for the kitchen.

I smiled as Edward walked around the table towards me. "Hey," I whispered.

"Hey," he whispered back. Suddenly he was in my arms and pressing a kiss to my throat. "God, I love you," he moaned.

"Love you too, babe. So much." I rubbed his back and kissed his forehead.

"When you two are done making out in there, I wanna hear the rest of the story! Any time now!" We heard Lily yell from the living room and we laughed.

Taking my hand, Edward led me into the living room but not before letting out a yelp as I gave his ass a playful smack.