Come What May

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Special thanks goes out to Jennifer V, for editing the original Unexpected awakenings. As this sequel takes off I will be uploading the chapters she has painstakingly repaired of all flaws, she is amazing!

(This chapter has not been beta'd…so don't judge me too harshly.)

This story is going to come out with a chapter about every two weeks, I am sorry that it may not be as frequent as some of my other stories have been, but I find myself forcing every last word of this out. If it starts to flow better, I will update more frequently. I suppose from now it's more of a take what you get sorta thing. Thanks for reading!

Chapter 2

Bella's POV

When the phone call from Marcus came, my first thought had been to worry; to worry if I had made choices that would endanger my precious offspring when we had made plans to take them to Volterra when they were grown, to worry if I had made the right choice to educate them at home rather than to send them to public school when their growth rate had petered out. I had argued against public schools when Edward had suggested it by using the excuse of poor public education and high classroom ratios.

Edward had conceded, more for the sake of my sanity than because he worried about the school systems. He was sure that our children would absorb knowledge from all facets of life, and even though I agreed with him on many levels I didn't agree with the children going into regular schools too soon.

I felt they didn't need that style of education. My feeling was in part due to the lower rate education I felt the children would receive with teachers who would not be able to provide proper stimulation to their over developed minds, and in part I was unwilling to make my children suffer through high school drama unnecessarily especially after the fact that I'd had to before I ended up finishing my high school diploma through an on-line course after having had to leave school when the children arrived earlier than planned.

I had not thought however that my closed minded attitude might have caused my children to be less than prepared to blend in to more largely populated areas, or even the sparse ones for that matter. Now we were planning to take them from this little nook of the country, from our house set into the wilderness, into the thriving metropolis of human life. Score one for Edward, had I gone with his suggestion the children would have been ready and we would not be seeking ways with our family to desensitize themselves from the powerful lure of blood that pumped under the skin of each and every human.

From the time they were old enough to learn we had taught our children to hunt from the wildlife that populated the forests. They had enjoyed hunts with us, and especially with Charlie and Irina when we went north, for they found polar bears a rare treat and enjoyed the special trips we would take up to Denali to visit them there.

While we had traveled somewhat, this trip was to be the first of its kind for our family. The children had grown up close enough to human's to have smelled them, but it was nothing like travelling through a huge airport with thousands of beating hearts to test their limits thoroughly. It was Jasper who came up with the wise plan to try it out one at a time, then together in small doses at first. Visiting the terminal to check on incoming flights. To avoid suspicions Alice ordered parcels from around the world that could only be shipped in by air, and arranged to have them pass through the human equivalent of rigorous testing. The children would take turns coming with Edward and I to pick up these deliveries at the airport security offices, thus allowing the children to experience the ebb and flow of the human transport system.

After initial testing we worked into local small flights with helicopters and smaller vehicles so we could stay with the children to offer support when they flew, or to offer human guard duty if the need arose. So far we had been incredibly lucky. There were no issues, aside from discomfort, that we all felt when were in close quarters and enclosed spaces with humans for any length of time, and so it seemed the time for departure had come.

We stood at gate thirteen, waiting for our commercial flight to come in. I tried not to think of thirteen as an ominous number, then I wondered why we didn't just charter a private jet to fly us, but Alice insisted that the children needed to do this, if only to give them the learning opportunity.

Edward had assured me that she had no ulterior motives, there were no visions of things to come, aside from the fact that the stewards and stewardesses would try to hit on most of us at some point during the long, twelve hour flight, convinced we were rich or famous, or even both. I even gave in and cracked a smile when Edward explained that Alice had a vision of a man on the second half of our flight would propose to Esme the moment he saw her.

I knew he was trying to calm my nerves, to put me at ease, but until we were safe on the soil of Volterra, and I was able to see that my children were not a part of some elaborately created hoax, or in danger or any kind, I would not be able to relax.

As we boarded the plan and made our way to our first class seats amidst the poorly concealed whispers of many of the staff and other passengers, I could feel the foggy tendrils of Jaspers gift as they tried to wrap themselves around my consciousness as he tried to sooth each and every one of us, as well as every member of the human crew.

"Jasper!" I hissed angrily my eyes darting to glance at Edward. I could see him shaking his head as well, letting his brother know that now was not the time.

"You'll regret it, but don't say I didn't offer." Jasper groused as he turned and pulled Alice past us to the seats furthest to the front. Alice snickered and waved, just as I felt Edward shudder beside me. I turned back to him at once.

"What's wrong?" I asked, my words low and frantic. I cast my senses around searching for danger, but aside from a happily humming Emmett, nothing seemed out of place.

Another glance revealed Emma and her brothers taking their seats together, closest to the windows they had agreed to share throughout the flight.

"Edward!" I hissed again as I tried to get an answer from my mate as to what the threat was.

Edward turned to me, his head shaking as he dragged his tapered fingers slowly through his hair, before rubbing his hands over his face, a habit I knew hi m to only do under moments of frustration. He must have felt my apprehension for he dropped his hand down as he reached to intertwine my fingers with his.

"Let's just say, we should have let Jasper do whatever it was we were doing, because what we felt was just the side effects of what he was doing to whoever he was concentrating on. My eyes widened as I let myself calm down, inhaling deeply, I let myself look and feel beyond possible threats to what was happening around me.

I could hear the rustling of papers and the clicking of keypads as passengers go out books and laptops to work on to occupy their time. I could hear a family with two young children who were fussing in the coach section of the plane, and I smiled to hear the gentle reassurances spoken by each parent to soothe their little ones. I could still hear Emmett humming, but the song seemed stuck on repeat. I glanced over at him, irritated at the continuous noise he was creating in an already noisy environment. What was he humming anyhow?

A moment of actual listening to the familiar tune made my blood run as ice in my veins for a moment as what he was humming became obvious.

"Um, Edward…Why is Emmett humming, Let's get it on?"

Edward's POV

Not now…not here, Emmett was all I could think of. Jasper's thoughts were palpable from the front of the plane.

I tried to stop it, but I can't do a thing now Edward…he is in full mile high mode.

I groaned as quietly as I could manage between Jasper's warning and the sudden flash of mental images that Emmett was flipping through in his mind. I could feel the effect his libido was wreaking on Jasper and since we had stopped Jasper from reining Emmett in before he let his fantasies get the best of him, every passenger on the plane was in for an interesting flight.

I could already hear the lavacious thoughts of some of the weaker minded human's, and it angered me to know that more than one of them centered on Bella…my Bella! I must have growled lowly, as Bella grasped my bicep in her grasp tightly, her small digits pressing into my skin, grounding me momentarily.

I shook my head and whispered to her as quietly as possible what was happening. But at this point the only person who seemed not to be feeling the effects of Emmett's air craft intentions was his intended victim, Rosalie.

As I ushered Bella into our seats as the plane readied for takeoff, noting that, thankfully our children seemed rather un affected by Jasper's spreading emotions, I hissed to get Rose's attention as the plane ascended from the runway.

"Pssst!" I said loudly, causing her to look at me at once.

"What?" She said lowly, lifting up a magazine she has been reading, to indicate along with her thoughts that I had interrupted her reading. I nodded my head at Emmett, but Rose tilted her head and shrugged.

For a moment I was not sure who had the thicker skull.

"Pssssstttt!" I hissed again, Causing Rose to smack her magazine down once more in irritation as Emmett carefully fluffed his pillow, and adjusted his seatbelt in order to make it ready for easy removal the moment the plane leveled out, I could feel his lust building with each passing second, and Jasper's gift was starting to amplify Emmett's emotions even more as his own lust strained to take control. I nodded at her mate once more, and she looked at me oddly.

"So what, I know he can't sing!" She hissed, narrowing her eyes. Bella pulled her hand away and I felt a rustle of movement beside me before a handwritten note flashed in Rosalie's direction that said:

'Not that he's humming, rather, what song he's humming!"

Rose's brow scrunched for a minute as she looked over at Emmett as he laid his head back against the rest with his eyes closed, and his ear phones blaring a song unrelated to the tune he was so focused on. The chords of the song he hummed didn't falter a single beat, and as she listened Rose's face and her thoughts came to the realization at the same time.

No? Roses thought yelped, her mouth forming the word silently.

I nodded.

NO! She screamed mentally, he mouth falling open in alarm.

Just as realization dawned and she saw how the passengers were eyeing one another up, the flight attendants came on the intercom wishing us a happy flight and turning on the signs to let the passenger know it was safe to leave their seats. Emmett lurched to his feet before the last word had even died into static, scooping Rosalie right up out of her chair, tossing her over his broad shoulder.

A small sound of alarm slipped from her mouth before he smacks her firmly on the bottom, making her shriek too high for human ears to hear.

"Emmett!" She hisses in anger, but I feel the change in her struggle and her tone as Jasper's gift hits her and her hiss becomes a moan too low for the other passengers to hear, but just right to amp up Emmett's already topped out libido. His thought revel as he scents her arousal, and he grins wickedly as he carries her to the nearest bathroom to renew their mile high membership.

I roll my eyes, feeling the rush of lust wash over me at the same time as it hits Bella, and her scent floods my nose, making me want her with a ferocious bestiality that usually only accompanies bloodlust, but now is first and foremost on my mind.

As my lucidity departs, I have just enough mind left to grasp my mate and make our way to another of the small washrooms before we make a scene in front of the entire group of passengers, including our offspring. As I pull her small body through the door with me and slide the lock into place before I attack her with my lips, laying claim to every conceivable surface of her flesh, I have one last lucid thought. This is going to be an interesting flight.