A/N: Sorry for the delay with this chapter. Between the move and a little issue writing screwed up parents, I was stuck. It kinda made me wish my parents sucked, so I had a frame of reference. I curse them for being married happily for thirty eight years. LOL.

It's not my favorite chapter, but it'll do.

Melferd, I think I threw up a little bit when you mentioned Mick Jagger's tats today. I don't have one, but when I was their age, I wanted one. I'm living vicariously for a little bit. My husband has a tattoo with the name of his eldest daughter Devon, but if you focus on it too much, it looks like the name of his ex-wife Dawn. It's a little odd.

I won't be putting up a link for the design, because I made it up. Just like the rest of this story! but I promise in the sequel there will be more Jasper and Alice.

Anyways, enjoy the story and like always, I don't own twilight, but I do have a bunch of boxes to pack!

BPOV

I was running around my apartment like a mad woman when Rosalie finally showed up at my insistence. She had been at Emmett's all night and when Edward finally headed home in the morning, I made sure she sent Rosalie home immediately.

"I need something respectable," I groaned as I threw my hands up to my face in frustration.

"Calm down Bella and just tell me what is going on. Do you have a court date or something?" she asked as she laughed heartily at my insane behavior.

"That's right Blondie. I have a court date for my assault charge I'm about to get if you don't help me. However, court would be better than going to meet Edward's parents in an hour and a half," I shrieked to her. Rose's eyes lit up in excitement and she headed straight for my closet where she pulled out a black pinstripe skirt I didn't even know I had.

"Alice got it for you last weekend," she said with a sly grin as she tossed it onto the bed and then grabbed a white button down shirt. Paired with the skirt, it wouldn't look that bad. I might look a bit like a librarian or a teacher, but it would work. "So, you're nervous to meet Carlisle and Esme huh?"

"Actually Rose, I met them last night outside the Waldorf Astoria, not two hours after Edward and I got matching tattoos," I replied in a huff as she forced me to sit down on a chair in the bathroom so that she could do my hair.

"You have a tattoo? Sweet! Can I see it?" asked Rosalie as she ran a brush through my hair to get out all the knots caused by Edward's fingers running through it 24-7.

"No, it hurts like hell."

"What is it of?"

"If I tell you, you'll laugh at me, and I'm not ready to be embarrassed while I'm already under such stress." Rosalie laughed at me again, sensing that I was finally going over the edge. "Fine, it's 'Only You' in Japanese. Jasper designed it."

"Why in the hell would you get that?" she asked curiously as she grabbed a section of my hair and began sliding it through the curling iron.

"It's just something Edward and I say to each other," I sighed with a slight grin. Thinking about Edward made this all seem a little more bearable, but only for a moment. Rosalie spent the next forty minutes helping me with my hair and makeup, before she let me put my clothes on all by myself. I felt like a four year old who was finally dressing herself in her big girl clothes. When Edward showed up to drive us to the hotel for lunch in one of the ritzy restaurants, I was nervous all over again.

When we finally walked into the restaurant called 'Peacock Alley', we could both see Esme and Carlisle in the middle of a heated discussion towards the middle of the room. Edward squeezed my hand tightly and led me over to them as he plastered a fake smile all over his face.

"Mom, Dad, nice to see you again," he said reluctantly as he hugged his mom and shook hands with his dad. "This is Isabella Swan, my girlfriend." I nodded my head in acknowledgement and then Esme and Carlisle both extended their hands for me to shake. It was awkward, but Edward was on his best behavior, even pulling out my chair for me before I sat. He told me to ignore all the polite things he would do all afternoon that were out of character for him. He didn't want to give his parents any ammunition for being anything less than a perfect gentleman.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Isabella, officially of course. We have heard so much about you," said Esme politely as she took a sip of her martini and smiled genuinely at me.

"She prefers Bella, Mom," said Edward as his hand gripped mine tightly under the table.

"I'm sorry Bella. Alice said she had a wonderful time meeting you last weekend." I nodded my head at Esme, unsure of what to say.

"She is a wonderful girl. You are all lucky to have such a wonderful daughter and sister." Edward laughed at my comments because I was clearly overdoing the politeness, but I couldn't help it.

"So Bella, tell us a little bit about yourself," said Carlisle as he put his menu down across his plate and stared me intently.

"Well, there's not too much to tell. I'm from a small town in the northwest called Forks, in Washington. My father is the police chief and my mother is a school teacher. I'm taking Art History at Columbia and I'm hoping to one day be a curator at a gallery." I glanced from Edward to Esme, whose face was a lit with a broad smile.

"I took Art History at Yale," she said quietly. "It's probably one of the reasons we have such a big collection at the house. Edward will have to bring you up to Boston one weekend to see it all," she offered sweetly as I sat there looking very shocked.

"Bella actually got me interested in Art. We went to at least one gallery in every city we traveled through in Europe. I've seen Monet's, Manet's, Calder's, Modigliani's and hundreds of other revered artists," said Edward casually as Esme smiled at him too.

"Yeah, Edward wants to hang a Calder original over a baby crib one day," I said with a small laugh as Esme practically threw her hand against the table as she doubled over in laughter. Carlisle's demeanor hadn't changed during any of the conversation though.

"How are your classes going Edward?" asked Carlisle as he turned away from me and focused on his son.

"They're fine. I'm enjoying music theory the most because it's the most challenging, but I enjoy it all." Edward was kind of frustrated his father had changed the conversation, but I didn't really care. I scanned the menu for a few minutes as my jaw dropped at the prices. I decided on a simple Angus Burger, which cost more than the shoes I was currently wearing, but tried not to think about it too much. Once we had all ordered, the conversation was tense again.

"So, how were your travels this summer Dad? Alice told me you were hardly around," said Edward, somewhat angrily. I wasn't sure if he was trying to piss his father off or not, but it was working.

"Business was very busy this summer. Your mother and I had some wonderful trips, including one to Paris and London. Alice was busy with all of her own activities. She wouldn't have noticed if a bus drove through the house," said Carlisle, trying to make a joke, but no one laughed.

"So it was the same as always? Leave the kids home to their own devices and spend the summer doing business in far off countries? Bella, what did you parents do this summer?" snapped Edward, as he drew me into the conversation. I was a little angry that he had done this to me, but I chose to answer it honestly.

"My parents worked. My mother gardened and hung out with friends and family. They went to a Mariners game one weekend and spent that weekend in Seattle. They're homebodies, so they don't do much." I sighed as I finished my explanation and Esme looked at me remorsefully. It was clear Edward had issues with his father, not his mother, and from what I could tell, they were abandonment issues. No wonder he took our separation so hard.

"Edward, we are not discussing your issues here at lunch," said Carlisle with a sigh as I glanced over at Edward who was clearly disappointed.

"These aren't my issues Dad. They are Emmett and Alice's issues too. Why can't we talk about them now? I probably won't see you for another four months, I think now is a really good time," replied Edward tensely as his hand gripped mine even tighter. "Can you just admit that you guys were wrong to leave us to be raised by the butler and the nanny?"

Esme's face grew saddened by this turn of events, and I felt bad for her for an instant. She was clearly as much to blame as Carlisle had been. He traveled for work and she went with him, probably to shop and collect antiques or something like that. They should have been home with their kids, especially considering their massive amounts of disposable income. Edward had clearly wanted his parents around, and they weren't. My heart broke as I pictures a ten year old Edward begging his parents to stay home instead of go away on yet another trip.

"We should have done things differently, but we can't change that now Edward," replied Carlisle as Esme grabbed her drink eagerly and finished it off. The waiter was attentive to her needs though, and quickly brought her another martini.

"You can change for Alice. She's still at home and lonelier than ever now that everyone else is in New York. She might only have four months left until she leaves for Parsons, but four months of something is better than eighteen years of nothing." I was proud at Edward for standing up to his parents, who both sat there still looking a bit shocked. "I don't care anymore, but Alice does. I can hear it in her voice every time she tells me you guys are off in Tunisia or wherever the hell you've gone. When Bella and I have kids, we'll be there for them. We'll take them when we got on vacation, and they will know they were loved."

My mouth was wide open as he spoke openly of us having children together one day. My thoughts and embarrassment were diminished the moment his mother spoke, "Do you think we didn't love you?" I was surprised that Edward didn't comment on this initially. "The last thing we wanted to make you feel was unloved."

"And you think that spending a month a year with your children showed them they were loved?" he replied sarcastically as a waiter approached our table with all of our salads. Conversation halted completely as everyone focused on their lunch and ate peacefully. Edward seemed conflicted, as though he wanted to apologize for being rude to them, but he wanted them to apologize for neglecting their family. When the conversation did restart, it wasn't about their family issues.

"Bella, which city was your favorite that you visited?" asked Carlisle curiously. I wasn't sure if he was being genuine or not, but I answered the question honestly anyway.

"I loved Vienna, but Athens and Paris also had their charm," I replied coolly as Edward smiled at me. "What was your favorite city Edward?"

"I loved Paris," he answered happily and he shoved a crouton into his mouth and smiled widely.

Esme started to tell us about her favorite things in Paris, including her favorite art works in certain museums. I was so focused on our conversation, that I hadn't noticed Edward and Carlisle talking together, their voices lowered. I tried my best to ignore them for a few moments, but when Edward raised his hands in frustration, both Esme and I became distracted. "What's wrong?" asked Esme shyly.

"Dad just disapproves of some of the choices I've made in my life, the usual shit." Edward ran his hands through his hair and before Esme had a chance to answer, the waiter arrived with our lunch. We ate in complete silence, although I often felt Edward's hand on my thigh, most likely in an effort to calm himself.

"When did you ever care what your father thought?"

EPOV

Lunch was uncomfortable, at best. I tried to discuss my issues with my parents, but as per usual, they didn't want to hear it. I was beyond caring about it though, but I was concerned about Alice, who was all alone in Boston ninety percent of the time. It was no wonder that she spent hours on end talking to Jasper on the phone. I was looking forward to her move to New York in a few months because it would be easier for me to keep an eye on her. Who knows what kind of trouble she could get to in Boston by herself.

When everyone had finished their lunch, Esme ordered a round of coffee for us all, trying to prolong the misery. Bella looked out of sorts and was probably eager to leave, but I wasn't through with the family yet. "I think I'm going home with Bella for Thanksgiving," I said to my parents as they seemed interested for once.

"It will be nice to have her with us," said Esme sweetly as he poured some sweetener into her coffee.

"No mom, I'm going home to Forks with Bella," I corrected her. Bella and I had only discussed it casually, but I wanted to go. It was over two months away, so it's not like we had to set anything in stone today. I was also curious to know their reaction.

"Edward, it would be nice for you to spend some time with your family," said Carlisle curtly, as I glared at him.

"I've been thinking that exact same thing about you for nineteen years dad."

"Edward, I understand. You don't have to keep pushing this shit down my throat. I've disappointed you, I let you down, I was a shitty father. Does that make you feel better? Today was supposed to be a casual lunch where we met your friend, not one where we work through every single one of our issues," stammered Carlisle in frustration.

"She's not my friend dad. She's my girlfriend and you better get used to it, because I would choose her over you in a heartbeat," I spat out angrily. Esme and Bella both looked at me a little shocked, but I didn't regret the words I had spoken. I would always choose Bella over my distant and emotionally crippled parents.

"We would never let it come to that Edward," sighed Esme, clearly dejected that I preferred my girlfriend of three months over my parents.

"Here's what is going to happen," yelled out Carlisle, a little too loudly. Some of the other patrons in the restaurant turned to look at us with concern, but he ignored them and continued talking. "You and Emmett are coming home next weekend. Your mother and I will be home, as will Alice, and we will discuss this as a family." Esme nodded her head in agreement at this comment, but I didn't want to leave Bella alone for the weekend.

"It's fine Edward," she said sensing my concern. "I'll spend it with Rosalie and Jasper. I'm sure we can exchange stories about your parents," she explained with a laugh."I also need to make it over to the Met for an exhibit that I need to see for my Art Appreciation class, and maybe we can get Jasper drunk enough to give him a manicure."

"Fine, I'll go. But you need to call Emmett up and invite him yourselves. He's been dealing with your disappearances longer than I have and if he says he's not going, then I'm not going either." I was forceful and direct with my parents and once they finally relented to my terms, Bella and I stood so that we could leave. Carlisle extended his hand to her and thanked her for joining us. In a completely shocking move, Esme actually gave Bella a gentle hug, which surprised all of us. I don't even recall her hugging Rosalie or Jasper and they had been a part of our lives for years.

"Bella, did you hurt yourself?" asked Esme as she noticed Bella's bandage on her hip. I was hoping this wouldn't get mentioned today, then again, I had been hoping to spend the entire day making love to Bella and that didn't happen either.

"Oh no, I just… I turned nineteen yesterday and celebrated by getting a tattoo." Bella was so fierce in her words that Esme simply smiled back at her.

"Happy Birthday Bella," she replied genuinely. Carlisle reached up and patted me on my right shoulder and I instantly cringed because that hurt like hell. "Are you okay Edward?"

Carlisle reached up again and ran his hand over the top of my shirt, noticing the bandage underneath it. "Bella is not the only one who got a tattoo Esme," said Carlisle, sounding disappointed. Esme didn't seem to care though.

"We got the same tattoo. I can't put a wedding ring on her finger yet, so we got tattoos. Happy now?" I asked Carlisle as he signed the receipt for lunch and charged the lunch to his room. Bella looked at me in complete disbelief, because I had just outed not only our matching tattoos but the intensity of our relationship.

"We can discuss this next weekend, be there before dinner time on Friday," said Carlisle as he led Esme from the restaurant, his hand on the small of her back. Bella and I followed, but headed straight to the front door, where I handed our valet stub to the attendant and we waited patiently, but in silence. In fact, we didn't speak until we were back at Bella's apartment. Rosalie had left a note on the kitchen counter saying she was at the library for a few hours working on a project, but that we were all supposed to meet at eight at my place to go to a party.

"I'm not really up for a party," I said casually as Bella turned around and wrapped her arms around my waist.

"Actually Edward Cullen, I think a party would be a great way to take your mind off of the stress that is Esme and Carlisle. Your mom actually seemed to like me a bit," Bella remarked, as she tried to throw a positive spin on the painful events of the afternoon. I looked at the clock on the microwave and I noticed it was almost five.

"Fine, I'll go to this party but only if you go into your room, get naked and lie on the bed and wait for me," I answered with a sly grin. Bella smiled and nodded her head as she disappeared into her bedroom. I grabbed my cell phone from my pocket and called Jasper, who assured me he would have some booze available for me and Bella tonight. I wasn't sure where this party was, but I was going to make sure Bella stayed at my place tonight, and getting her drunk with me was a good sign.

When I walked into the bedroom, Bella had complied and was lying in all of her naked glory on her bed, waiting for me. "How's Jasper?" she asked, not even the slight bit concerned with her nudity.

"He's fine. I called to make sure he could get some booze for us tonight," I replied casually as I slipped out my clothes and crawled onto bed between her legs. "I figured we both need a night to get fucked up." Bella nodded her head slowly as I leaned forward and kissed her sweet lips.

"and an afternoon to get fucked?" said Bella seductively as l kissed my way down to her bare breasts, licking her nipples eagerly. I nodded in response to her question and my hands reached up and immediately grasped her breasts, massaging them firmly. I was about to take my frustrations out on my gorgeous girlfriend, but thankfully she was ready and willing, I thought to myself as I ran one finger the length of her slit and discovered how wet she was.

"Hands and knees Bella… now," I instructed her as she looked at me with desire and did just as I requested. I wasn't feeling up to hours of foreplay after the afternoon we had, so as she moved into position, I grabbed a condom from her nightstand and slipped it on. I stopped for a moment, enjoying the display spread in front of me before I rammed my cock deep inside of her. Bella groaned my name out loudly and I continued to have my way with her, deeper and faster with each movement.

I felt like shit for not treating her the way she should be treated, which was like an angel. I should have been taking my time with her, adoring every inch of her, but instead I was completely overwhelmed with anger and simply fucked her as hard as I could. Sweat was pouring down my forehead, some drops even landing on her back, as I tightened my grip on her hips, desperate for release.

"Play with yourself Bella, cum for me," I pleaded with her as her moans increased a moment later, signaling that she was in fact doing as I had asked. That in itself was a huge turn on for me, and I came deep inside of her only minutes later. I was so preoccupied with my own pleasure that I hadn't even noticed if she had come as well. Bella laid down face first on the bed for a moment, before rolling on to her side. I lay beside her and kissed her gently.

"I'm sorry," I said remorsefully as she raised an eye brow in concern.

"Sorry for what?"

"For fucking you like that. We've never done it like that before, with everything so hurried, and I didn't even care if you got off. It was basically anger sex and I wasn't even angry at you," I said in frustration. Bella's hand reached up and she cupped my cheek gently and kissed me lightly on the lips before resting her head against my chest.

"I loved it Edward. Sometimes you shouldn't over analyze everything. Did you ever think I wanted you to take me and fuck me like a whore?" Her words left me open mouthed and shocked. No, I had never thought of that because I never ever saw Bella like that. She was never a whore.

"No."

"Edward, look at me," she said as she moved my face towards her with her tiny hand. "I love you. What we do in the confines of our bedroom does not define who we are. If you want to treat me like a whore in the bedroom, I'd do it for you." My eyes were suddenly a lit of the possibilities that this revelation meant for me. "But only for you Edward. I'm only your whore." She added playfully. I smiled brightly at her and kissed her lips.

"I don't want to go to the party now," I added with a laugh as Bella kissed my chest and ran her fingers through my hair.

"Sorry master. I want to go. I have the perfect outfit, courtesy of your sister." Bella stood from the bed and walked towards her closet, where she grabbed a tiny red strapless dress. My mouth dropped open at the thought of Bella in that dress.

"Okay, we're going, but you can't leave my side all night."