A/N: So...the songs don't really fit as well as the other songs have...but I couldn't help myself. Rest in Peace, King of Pop.
Disclaimer: Pft. You think my mind could come up with deamyliciousness that is Edward Cullen? Nope, that was all Stephenie Meyer.
Chapter Eleven: The Way You Make Me Feel
Tribute to Michael Jackson, 1958-2009
Hee-Hee!
Ooh!
Go On Girl!
Aaow!
Hey Pretty Baby With The
High Heels On
You Give Me Fever
Like I've Never, Ever Known
You're Just A Product Of
Loveliness
I Like The Groove Of
Your Walk,
Your Talk, Your Dress
I Feel Your Fever
From Miles Around
I'll Pick You Up In My Car
And We'll Paint The Town
Just Kiss Me Baby
And Tell Me Twice
That You're The One For Me
The Way You Make Me Feel
(The Way You Make Me Feel)
You Really Turn Me On
(You Really Turn Me On)
You Knock Me Off Of My Feet
(You Knock Me Off Of
My Feet)
My Lonely Days Are Gone
(My Lonely Days Are Gone)
I Like The Feelin' You're
Givin' Me
Just Hold Me Baby And I'm
In Ecstasy
Oh I'll Be Workin' From Nine
To Five
To Buy You Things To Keep
You By My Side
I Never Felt So In Love Before
Just Promise Baby, You'll
Love Me Forevermore
I Swear I'm Keepin' You
Satisfied
'Cause You're The One For Me
The Way You Make Me Feel
(The Way You Make Me Feel)
You Really Turn Me On
(You Really Turn Me On)
You Knock Me Off Of My Feet
Now Baby-Hee!
(You Knock Me Off Of
My Feet)
My Lonely Days Are Gone-
A-Acha-Acha
(My Lonely Days Are Gone)
Acha-Ooh!
Go On Girl!
Go On! Hee! Hee! Aaow!
Go On Girl!
I Never Felt So In Love Before
Promise Baby, You'll Love Me
Forevermore
I Swear I'm Keepin' You
Satisfied
'Cause You're The One For
Me . . .
The Way You Make Me Feel
(The Way You Make Me Feel)
You Really Turn Me On
(You Really Turn Me On)
You Knock Me Off Of My Feet
Now Baby-Hee!
(You Knock Me Off Of
My Feet)
My Lonely Days Are Gone
(My Lonely Days Are Gone)
The Way You Make Me Feel
(The Way You Make Me Feel)
You Really Turn Me On
(You Really Turn Me On)
You Knock Me Off Of My Feet
Now Baby-Hee!
(You Knock Me Off Of
My Feet)
My Lonely Days Are Gone
(My Lonely Days Are Gone)
Ain't Nobody's Business,
Ain't Nobody's Business
(The Way You Make Me Feel)
Ain't Nobody's Business,
Ain't Nobody's Business But
Mine And My Baby
(You Really Turn Me On)
Hee Hee!
(You Knock Me Off Of
My Feet)
Hee Hee! Ooh!
(My Lonely Days Are Gone)
Give It To Me-Give Me
Some Time
(The Way You Make Me Feel)
Come On Be My Girl-I Wanna
Be With Mine
(You Really Turn Me On)
Ain't Nobody's Business-
(You Knock Me Off Of
My Feet)
Ain't Nobody's Business But
Mine And My Baby's
Go On Girl! Aaow!
(My Lonely Days Are Gone)
Hee Hee! Aaow!
Chika-Chika
Chika-Chika-Chika
Go On Girl!-Hee Hee!
(The Way You Make Me Feel)
Hee Hee Hee!
(You Really Turn Me On)
(You Knock Me Off My Feet)
(My Lonely Days Are Gone)
(The Way You Make Me Feel)
(You Really Turn Me On)
(You Knock Me Off My Feet)
(My Lonely Days Are Gone)
EPOV
When I got back to my cabin, I didn't fall asleep. I kept replaying Rose's last words before she fell asleep.
Yeah. Me and the little one.
So the baby had survived. We were having a baby.
In an atypical twenty year old male response, I was ecstatic. Sure, I wasn't the father, but I knew I would be as good as. I didn't care if Jasper and I had to prostitute ourselves, this baby would have the best of everything. He or she would have the dream childhood like my cousins and myself. More than anything, this baby would be the most loved, cherished, precious baby on earth. In history. Ever. Forever.
The bed sat there, unmade and ignored as I paced incessantly. The stereo was playing softly in the background. I was so keyed up; I was going to be an uncle! Even better, Bella was in my life. She would be in mine, Jazz's, Rose's, and the baby's. We were a pretty unconventional family, but a family nonetheless.
But thinking about Bella brought on a whole new round of emotions, though they still prevented me from going to sleep. I hadn't thought much about her in the past few hours to be honest. Rosalie was my top priority. Now that I thought about her, I felt the familiar butterflies fluttering in my stomach, this time accompanied by some anxiety. The way her father shrugged me off was unnerving, but an eye-opener. Bella's family would never accept me, and that was fact. Why should they? I was nowhere near their expectations of Bella; I was barely making it financially, and even though I had a good name, I rejected it. I had the entire world at my feet less than five years ago and I ran away. I didn't go to college, I didn't have a career…a failure in their eyes. They thought I'd ruin their perfect, untainted daughter. Which was probably true. Bella was an angel sent from Heaven. There was no way God would want a shit like me with her.
I let the sounds of Jimi Hendrix distract me for a bit. Good music always had the power of taking me away from this reality and into an alternate universe where everything was okay. And that's just what Voodoo Child was doing to me. Gotta love Hendrix.
I couldn't have been lying down on my bed for too long. It wasn't even two songs later when the knock came at my door. Snapping out of my daze, I got up to answer it. I wasn't really in the mood to talk, and I was getting ready to tell the person on the other side just that until I opened the door.
Bella stood on the other side, bobbing on her heels and looking around anxiously.
"Can I come in?"
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BPOV
He stood flabbergasted as I stared up at him anxiously. After a moment's silence, he opened the door wider for me to pass. I hurried in and sat down on the edge of his bed, glancing at him nervously. He closed the door and entered the room, finally.
"Is something wrong?" he asked. I bit my lip.
"Is there?" I countered.
"Not on my part…"
I sighed. Half relieved that he wasn't upset, half curious as to why he wasn't. Did the way daddy just brush him off…not bother him? It must have; he's hiding it.
"You can tell me anything, you know that don't you?"
"Likewise."
We both sat in his room and an awkward silence settled.
"Listen…about the way my father treated you…"
"Bella, what are you talking about? Your father was great! The way he treated Rose…that was something amazing, Bella, I could never do that," he said, crossing the room and sitting down on his bed. His expression was one of awe and admiration.
"Yes, but…I meant the way he was with you," I said hesitantly.
"Bella, I don't matter. I…I'm nothing," he finished in a whisper. I gasped and stood up.
"Edward Cullen, you most certainly are not nothing! You…you're everything! I don't care if the rest of the world thinks you're the nastiest piece of scum, to me you are everything, do you hear that?"
My voice was loud in the small, quiet room. Edward's beautiful head was in his hands. He gave a big sigh before standing like me.
"Everything? You mean like you? God, I wish I could be like you Bella! You look at the world through your eyes, and I don't know what the hell you see in it, but you make it better just by living! You see someone bleeding, you-"
"I go get my daddy, yeah that's so brave and amazing, Edward," I retorted sarcastically. He growled.
"That took guts Bella! If I ever hear you implying that you're a coward again. You're not afraid of anything!"
"Me? I'm afraid of everything, Edward! I'm afraid of myself, what I've said, what I've done…but more than anything, I'm afraid of walking out of this room and never feeling my whole life…the way I feel when I'm with you."
We both stopped. Our breathing was labored, his eyes the darkest I had ever seen them. I'm not sure how long we stared at each other, but somehow we got closer…and closer…and closer. Soon, I could see his every lash…his every pore. His eyes, nearly black, stared directly into mine. In the distance, I heard the song change. A slow, sensual beat.
"Dance with me."
His hands latched onto my hips, bringing our pelvises together. He brought his leg up between both of mine, and I began to grind against him. He hung his head down and rested it in the crook of my shoulder. I felt every breath against my neck and I tingled all over. I inhaled him as deeply as possible, my eyes becoming half-lidded.
"Bella," was all I heard before I felt his lips on my neck, my shoulders, my collarbone. Licking, nibbling, sucking…everything. I was hyper-aware of every single little sensation. Maybe this was what it was like to be high. I'll never need drugs as long as I have Edward. He is one.
I started to move my hands. I wanted to feel every inch of him, starting with his back. His shirtless state made this so much easier for me. His skin was so smooth, not a single bump or ridge. The more I felt, the more I wanted to feel.
His hands began to roam too.
They started on my lower back…then he traced my spine, lifting my shirt and exposing me. His kisses went from tender and gentle to hard and needy. I hadn't noticed myself start to moan. It wasn't long before my hands were gripping his shoulders to hold myself up. He held me to him, so close there was no way a single piece of paper could fit between us. Our bodies molded perfectly, made for each other, but we already knew that.
He finally took my shirt off, separating for a few seconds before crushing me to him again, attacking my lips. I kissed him back viciously, not being able to get enough. I wanted to devour him. By the way he was kissing me, he felt the same way. He wanted me and no one else.
I decided he had too many clothes on.
I slowly lowered my hands from his shoulders to his pants. I felt my way around to the belt buckle, and snapped it open. He gave a quick intake of breath, and I took it as a sign to continue. The button and zipper were easy, requiring almost no effort at all. The further I pulled his zipper down, the more heavy-lidded his eyes became. By the time it was all the way down, his eyes were nearly closed, but still hungry. I eased his pants down past his hips, but before I could continue, he grabbed my hands and pulled them up around his neck.
And so he retaliated.
His hands started their journey on my shoulders. They slowly descended until they rested on my lower back, which he began to massage. I attacked his mouth with my own, but he countered well. I couldn't help but to moan into the kiss; his lips on mine, his rough, calloused, warm hands caressing my bare skin…it was too much. I hadn't even noticed that somehow, my left leg had been hitched up around his hip.
His hands finally made their way around to my front. Without a second of fumbling, he swiftly unbuttoned my jeans and pulled my zipper down. I removed my hands from around his neck and pulled my jeans off, my indication that I indeed want this. He nodded and took them from me, folding them neatly before placing them on a chair. He pushed his jeans the rest of the way down his legs and threw them somewhere in the room; where, I don't know. I was too busy with my lips by then.
He grabbed my hand and led me over to his bed. It wasn't king sized, but it looked big enough for the both of us. He gestured for me to lay down on it first. I obeyed, not being able to think of anything else. I scooted to the head of the bed, where the pillows were. He gracefully climbed on top of me, cradled in between my legs. I had no idea what motivated me to go bra-less tonight, but I'm damn glad I did; the skin-to-skin contact felt beyond incredible. Our bodies molded perfectly, as if it had been planned that we would fit together. Amazing, really.
I managed to lower his boxers to his knees somehow in our position. He kicked them off and he was completely naked. I took a moment to look down and I saw it; his manhood. Flushed, standing long and thick. Everything a man should be. I shuddered to think that I would feel it inside me soon. I didn't have too much time to dwell on it, however, because as soon as the thought entered my head, his hand reached down to palm me through my very thin panties. I gasped and clutched onto his shoulders. His breathing and mine became erratic as he rubbed firm and slow circles.
I finally had enough of his teasing. I reached down to slap his hand away and maneuver my panties down my legs. His expression was flabbergasted, while I was pleased. I didn't want to play, I wanted the real thing, and I'd be damned if I didn't get it.
I bit my look as I brought my gaze back to his. We stared lustfully at each other before he reached over to the bedside table. He rummaged in the drawer for a few seconds before he got what he was looking for: a condom.
"I'm not stupid," was all he whispered before he continued to rip the small, square package open and roll it on. I watched, fascinated. The videos we watched in health have nothing on the real thing.
He laid himself back on top of me, subtly spreading my legs wider with one hand. My heart rate increased dramatically. He must have heard it; hell, the person next door probably heard it. But what did it matter? I knew for a fact that his was beating just as hard. I smiled at him and he smiled back before leaning down to my ear.
"Are you sure?" he whispered.
"Yes," I answered breathlessly.
"It'll hurt," he warned. I shook my head.
"Doesn't matter. I love you."
In response, he captured my lips in a heated kiss right as he entered me, slowly and deeply. My eyes shot open as a cutting sensation spread throughout me. My walls instinctively clenched against the foreign invasion. My whimper of pain, however, was caught by his mouth. He ended the kiss and rested his head in the crook of my shoulder. His breathing was heavy and labored, as was mine. His with the effort of staying still and mine in pain. After about a minute, I relaxed and urged him with my own hips to move. He quickly got the message, because as soon as I did, he pulled out slowly, and entered me again, just as slow. I clenched again, still feeling the cutting sensation. Edward murmured words of comfort in my ear, and I found my eyes closing. Before I knew it, he had thrusted again. I didn't feel any pain that time, but not pleasure yet.
I smiled, knowing that the pain was gone. I felt his smirk against my neck. He began to thrust a bit more forcefully, albeit barely noticeable. He kissed, sucked, and nibbled on my neck. I gasped and whimpered, begging for more. His pace picked up and my whimpers became moans. His hand moved in between us and he began to rub my clit. I moaned loudly.
"You're perfect," he whispered right as I climaxed. My walls tensed and squeezed, bringing him to his ultimate ecstasy as well. My back arched, my toes curled, and my eyes rolled back into my head a little. Edward grunted and groaned into my neck, something he had never quite done. I loved seeing him lose control. His body thrashed in the slightest as my hips bucked wildly. If I had known sex could be like this, I would've tried it a long time ago.
Or maybe not.
Because I had a very nagging suspicion that sex with any guy besides Edward just would not do. Clearly, I hadn't had much experience with the opposite sex. All the boys at school were buddies, friends, nothing more. I never ran with the popular crowd, but I wasn't stupid. I knew what happened at parties, get-togethers, and all that nonsense. Everyone got trashed and all the 'popular' girls ended up sleeping with some jock or player or whoever was there. I never wanted that. I wanted a guy who was going to love me, not fuck me then leave me. And it was clear to me that I had found him.
When the both of us finally came down from our highs, he gently rolled off of me, only to prop himself up on his elbow and stare down at me. I blushed and looked away. He put his finger under my chin and brought my face back to his.
"Are you embarrassed?"
I shook my head.
"No…I mean, maybe a little…I don't know. I didn't know it was like that…it was good. I want to do it again. Not now," I added hastily. I was still a little worn out. He chuckled.
"Later," he promised, placing a kiss on my forehead.
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JamesPOV
Stupid bitch. Teach me to mess with Alice Swan my ass. I wasn't messing with Alice, she was fucking with me and for that, she'll be sorry. I'll make sure she regrets the moment she refused me for the rest of her days. Now the only thing left to figure out was how to go about that.
What would make Alice hurt the most?
I laid there, thinking, while Victoria snuggled into my side, drawing lazy circles on my chest. I knew I had to take my frustrations and anger out on her, and she was always up for rough sex. She definitely performed tonight, barely noticing that my mind was elsewhere. But I couldn't stop thinking about Alice fucking Swan. What the hell?
Her family
And it was like the sunrise or some shit. This new revelation would help me, oh so much. Alice was 'so dearly attached to her family' blah, blah, blah. Well if that was the case, then it would certainly tear her apart if I were to…tear her family apart. There was so much…
For starters, Bella and Edward.
Bella, sweet little daddy's girl. Hmm, yeah, I bet daddy doesn't know who his 'little girl' was getting steamy with by the employee lake. That would definitely help me. And it didn't hurt that I had a whole shit load of dirt on one Edward Cullen. I wonder if Bella knew that it was a hobby of his to screw the guests for money.
"Victoria," I said suddenly. She hmm'd.
"What do you know about Edward Cullen?"
"I know he's dreamy," I scowled, and she rushed to amend, "but he's been around, especially here."
"You would know."
"I haven't done him. He thinks he's too good for the employees like him," she sniffed.
"What do you mean?"
"He won't do the employees. He only fucks the guests, the older, female guests. They pay him really good too," she whined jealously. I wrinkled my nose. Whore.
"Names, Vicky, gimme names."
"Well, there was Mrs. Lionel, Mrs. Du Rivier, Mrs. Belmont, Mrs. Rodriguez…oh, and Mrs. Preston. I know he got a lot from her."
"Hmm. Interesting, thank you."
"Yeah, sure. I have to get going anyway, I have some lessons later and I want to be well-rested. Night, lover," she leaned over and gave me a lingering kiss on the lips. I kissed her back out of habit, still contemplating my options.
I clearly had dirt on Edward Cullen. Sleeping with the guests for money? What would poor, little Bella think? What would her parents think? I saw the look Bella was giving Edward, and vice versa. If she had to choose between Edward and her family, there was no question about it. Edward would get the long end of that straw. But the question was, could she forgive Edward for what he did? Granted, he's not sleeping with anyone now, except possibly her. But really, what he did was disgusting. For money? That's something Victoria did, not Saint Edward. Hmm.
Thank you, Victoria
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I woke up alone that morning, ready to devise a plan. I got up, did the routine, hygienic things, and was out the door pretty early. Only the other early risers were up with me, but then again it was only six thirty in the morning. I wasn't usually up until seven.
I walked the way to the cafeteria and ate an early breakfast, then got ready to work in the dining room for breakfast. Today, I would stay away from the Swan table. I would let Alice admire me from afar and let her see for herself just how stupid she was for not putting out. Did she really think she could find better around here? I was everything her parents wanted for her. She wouldn't find that elsewhere.
Breakfast started for the guests with only five families in the dining hall. I wasn't worried, the Swans always liked to arrive a little later than everyone else. I faithfully attended the rest of the guests and made sure to be extra attentive to the Belmont girl. She was pretty, and by the telltale blush on her face, she appreciated my advances. I could tell her parents approved as well. I wonder if they would approve of the plans I had for little Julia…
An hour passed, but still no signs of the Swans.
When I had finally given up hope, I heard the doors open to reveal Dr. and Mrs. Swan, but no Bella nor Alice. I raised an eyebrow in confusion. Where the hell were they? They always dutifully followed their parents like a couple of puppies or something. Sickeningly sweet, all-American family. I doubted they would stop suddenly.
Still, I saw no reason to help them today. I passed them on to Charlotte. She gladly took their table while I finished up with the rest of the guests. Most of them were finished with breakfast by then. They finally got up and left to go do whatever the hell they did, and I cleared the tables. The Swans were the last to leave, but not before Dr. Swan sent me a nod, which I returned with a wave.
When the dining room was clean and prepared for lunch, I left to take a walk near the lake. That always helped me to think, and I definitely needed some thinking time. I let my feet carry me to my favorite haunts, all the while coming up with a general plan and a few details. Nothing too definite yet, but it was coming together. Before I knew it, I was on the path that ran beside the guest section of the lake. I looked over to the field to see what was happening. What I saw, I wasn't prepared for.
Bella was there, sans Alice, playing what looked to be croquet with some little boy. Again, I raised an eyebrow. What the hell was going on?
I scoured the field and saw Victoria running a popsicle stand on the side. I tried not to roll my eyes at the irony. She wasn't busy so far, what with the guests still full with breakfast, so I decided to pay her a visit. I jogged over to her and she gave me a smirk as I neared her. She thought I was here for something different.
"I can't right now, baby, I'm working," she said smugly as soon as I was within earshot. I scoffed.
"I'm not here for that. That boy over there, with Bella Swan? You see him?"
She mhm'd.
"Who is he?"
"That is Mattie Preston. You remember me telling you about Mrs. Preston this morning?"
I racked my brains.
"Yeah. Good ol' Eddie Cullen fucked her right?"
"Yup, the very same. Bella and Alice have been getting real buddy-buddy with Mattie. They play croquet and stuff all the time. Like, why the hell would you want to be friends with some kid?" She laughed. I followed her example, because the glee I felt then couldn't be contained.
New plan.
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BPOV
I left Edward's cabin around six in the morning, right after round three. I blushed as I thought of our activities on my way back to my cabin. Alice would get a kick out of the story, if I could tell her. It wasn't that I didn't trust Alice, I just wasn't quite ready to reveal Edward and I to anyone aside from Rosalie and Jasper. Alice would surely understand, but it would have to wait. She needed to dump James first.
I was ultra quiet as I snuck back into mine and Alice's room. My dad never slept heavily, especially if he was upset, which he surely was after last night. I cringed, but I couldn't regret what I had done. He had been telling me my entire life, everyone deserved a fair chance. That didn't exclude Rosalie.
When I first tiptoed into my room, I didn't notice anything out of place. I was just happy to have made it back safely and undetected. It wasn't until I had walked across the room to my bed that I noticed something was amiss. I couldn't for the life of me figure it out for several minutes before I looked over at Alice's bed. Usually made, it was a mess. The covers were strewn everywhere and most importantly, Alice was not in it. I gasped and felt the panic rise in me, before I saw it.
A little glimmer of light coming from under the door in the bathroom. And I couldn't believe I hadn't heard it before now, but the shower was running.
I quickly ran over to the door and hoped with all my might that it was not locked. It wasn't. I slowly opened the door, and normally Alice would've shrieked by then, telling me to get out. Not this time. I entered the bathroom fully, thinking that perhaps she hadn't heard me over the noise of the shower. In any case, we had something to discuss. If she was up that early, it meant that she noticed I was gone.
"Alice?"
Nothing.
"Alice? Are you in the shower? Answer me…"
Nothing.
"Alice? Alice, what's wrong?'
A sob.
I ripped the shower curtains open, but was not prepared for what I saw.
Yeah, Alice was in the shower alright. Fully clothed, sobbing, and bleeding. I immediately kicked off my shoes and got in the shower with her. I pulled her into me, smoothing her hair down and cooing to her, hopefully words of comfort. She sobbed and sobbed until the water turned cold. I tried not to disturb her as I reached over to turn the water off. Without the noise of the shower, her sobs quieted down. The tears didn't stop.
"Alice, please baby, tell me what's wrong?"
"Oh Bella," she cried into my shirt. I held her tight, not knowing what to do. I decided enough was enough. Alice, perky, happy Alice, was not allowed to be this distraught. I got up and carried her with me. I nearly dragged her all the way to her bed. She sat down and I went about drying her. Her clothes were a lost cause, so I just changed her into some pajamas. I treated the wound on the side of her neck as best I could, but it was still oozing blood. Not too much, but it didn't stop either. I took a towel and dried her hair as much as I could. As soon as I pronounced her done, she scooted all the way to the headboard and used it as a backrest. Her eyes were far away, red and puffy from her tears.
"Alice, what is going on?"
I was afraid the question would bring on a whole new slew of tears. Instead, she finally looked at me.
"James," she croaked.
I saw red. A lot of red. As in, the color of the blood that was pumping furiously through my system at that moment. He was the reason for this? Did he really think that she wouldn't tell me, that I wouldn't do anything about it?
"Sweetheart, what did he do? Did he cheat on you?"
She shook her head, a new flow of tears beginning.
"No. It's worse."
Worse?
"Well, then what happened? You're killing me, Alice, I need to know what that asshole did to you."
"He…Bella, he wanted to force me to have sex with him," she whispered. I gasped, my eyes widened to the size of saucers. Did I hear that correctly?
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, you heard me! Please don't make me say it again!" she wailed. I shook my head, flabbergasted.
"Alice, I didn't know he was…I mean, he never…he…really?" I asked lamely. She nodded her head, still crying.
"Is that a bite mark?" I didn't need to gesture. She knew what I was talking about.
"Yes."
"He bit you?" I asked disgustedly. She nodded her head.
A knock at the door made us both jump.
"Girls, come on we're late for breakfast!" my mother's voice came through the door. I turned to the door, praying that she wouldn't open it.
"You guys go ahead, we're not feeling too well. We'll see you at lunch?"
"Are you sure? Should I get your father?"
"No!" Alice and I both shouted at the same time.
"Okay…if you're sure…I expect you both at lunch."
"Yeah, sure. Bye mom!"
"Bye girls."
I sagged in relief. That was a close call. I looked to Alice and could tell she felt the same.
"Bella, I'm not up to today."
I sighed.
"Stay, then. I'll cover for you. But please, Alice, you need to get out soon. I can't stand to see you like this and you need to show James that he can't get to you. You're way better than he is. Don't let him defeat you," I pleaded. She shook her head.
"Can't I just…have one day to be miserable? I'll be all that tomorrow, kay?" I giggled and nodded my head. She gave me a watery smile before scooting down so that she could lie down.
"You'll be at dinner?"
"Most likely. I may even make lunch, but I just want to sleep for now."
"Alright. Let me know if your bite bothers you, okay?"
"'Kay. Bye Bella."
"Bye Alice."
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By the time I made it down to the lake, I found that breakfast was over. That would make my search that much easier. If I wasn't mistaken, he usually liked to come down here in the morning…
"BELLA!"
I smiled as I saw him running towards me.
"Mattie!"
I picked him up and twirled him around. He laughed and screamed at me to put him down, but I knew he was enjoying it. When he finally did return to the ground, he crushed my middle with a killer hug. I hugged him back just as enthusiastically.
"Are you interested in a game of croquet?"
"Yeah! But Bella, where's Alice?"
I looked away. I wasn't sure how to answer him. How do you tell an innocent little kid that his friend is in a horrible condition because of a major asshole?
"She's not feeling to good right now. She'll play with us next time."
"Oh. Okay. You and I can still have fun right?"
I chuckled.
"Of course!"
We played two games straight, him winning both times. We were going to start another game until he slapped himself in the forehead and he grimaced.
"Aw, Bella, I forgot! I was s'posed to go into town today with Maria. She's probably waiting for me at the beach. Can we play tomorrow?"
I squatted down to his level.
"Yeah, of course. Do you know what you're going to do in town?"
"I don't know. I hope she'll buy me new toys. My birthday is tomorrow!" he told me excitedly. I smiled and gave him a hug, telling him that that was indeed, very exciting.
"That's great, kiddo. I'll definitely come see you, and Alice will too. Sound good?"
"Yeah!"
I brought him back to his nanny and she chastised him for running off like that. He hung his head down, but I saw him trying to hold back his giggles. I was pretty sure Maria knew too, but nonetheless, she had a façade to keep up. They both waved to me as I ran off to see Rosalie. I really wanted to know how she was.
I sprinted all the way to the employee quarters and was there within ten minutes. I found her cabin easily, remembering the way there from last night. I jogged up the steps and knocked on the door. A frail voice told me to 'come in.'
I turned the door knob and pushed the door open, anxious to see her. Clearly, I wasn't the only one with the idea.
Edward, Jasper, and the band conductor who's name escaped me at that moment, were all cramped inside Rosalie's small room. I smiled once I saw her and went immediately to her side.
"You look so much better," I whispered. She gave me a weak smile, the best she could. She had regained the color in her face, thankfully.
"All thanks to your father, he's a wonderful man. He was here before breakfast, I think."
"That's great. Listen, Rosalie…I'm so sorry. If I hadn't given you the money…"
"Bella, shut up. It wasn't your fault. No one could've known. It might be too late for us now, but hopefully one day someone will turn him in."
"I…yes, but…are you okay? Did my father tell you anything?"
She giggled.
"Bella, slow down. I feel fine…and yes, he did tell me a lot of things. First, I shouldn't exert myself for a while. That might upset the baby," she said with the cheesiest grin in the world. I gasped.
"It…survived?"
"Yes. It'll be a normal, healthy baby if all goes according to plan. Jazz just went to get me some prenatal vitamins this morning."
"Oh Rose, that's great!"
"Yes, it is."
I started. I would recognize that velvety voice anywhere. I slowly turned to face my Greek God. He flashed me his usual crooked smile and gestured for me to come to him. I turned back to Rosalie and she smiled at me. Careful not to move the bed too much, I got up and walked into his waiting arms.
"Perhaps you two should take this elsewhere?" Jasper suggested with a grin. I buried my face into Edward's chest, hoping to hide my blush.
"Don't mind if we do," I heard Edward say before I felt myself being led outside of the cabin.
I'll take it 'elsewhere' with Edward any day.
A/N:...I'm going to go ahead and ignore the fact that it's been, literally, months since I've last updated this story. I can't even begin to tell you how good it feels to finally do so, as short as this chapter is. Honestly, there wasn't really that much to it. I was thinking of continuing the story, but the other things I wanted to include in this one really belonged in a chapter of their own. So next up, you can expect more Alice/Jasper, Rosalie/Emmett, Edward/Bella OF COURSE, and we'lll definitely see more James...not that we really want to =/.
Is it sad that I'm still totally in mourning for Michael Jackson? It really hit me hard =/. I figured dedicating a chapter to him was the least I could do.
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