[Disclaimer] Everything Twilight belongs to Mrs. Stephenie Meyer

[A/N] I want to thank all my lovely readers who left me such nice reviews on the latest update. I love you for being so incredibly supportive and patient. I feel like there is never enough time to write everything I want…

**Fluffy Stuff**

„How's it like being a dyke?" Emmett asks me when I come down for breakfast the next morning. He stuffs the rest of a donut between his lips, licking some frosting from his fingers. I don't know if he knows we own plates.

"How's it like being a dyke?"

"How's it like being mentally slow?" I snarl at him before I grab an apple to cut it in slices. Mom is already gone, attending her ridiculous yoga class while Dad is spending his Saturday morning in the hospital trying to get some order into this paperwork crap.

"They told you?"

"You know how Mom's like. Now, tell me about your girlfriend. I bet she looks like a boy. You are so girly, so she must be more like butch. Am I right?"

"You know shit. She's a wonderful person but that's none of your business. And please, keep your mouth shut about my orientation at school. I have to take enough crap from the people there without them knowing I'm a lesbian."

"My lips are sealed. But your gayness will probably disappoint Jasper. He was planning on asking to prom and I was going to give him my permission."

"What kind of permission? And why would I date a drug addict? Do I appear that desperate to you?"

"Whatever, look I have to leave now. Do I look alright? I'm going to meet with my birth mother today. She's in Seattle to film a commercial for some toothpaste."

"Have fun." I tell him, pouring myself a glass of milk that I drink down thirstily. It makes me sad that he can still have some kind of relationship with his birth mother while mine obviously doesn't give a shit about me.

When he is gone I grab the phone and dial Bella's number. She's not home but I leave a message for her, telling her that she can come to my place if she wants to. It will be hours until Mom comes back and I want to make the best out of it. I need to tell her that my mother knows about us being together.

Flipping through the tv channels I get bored soon and start searching the cupboards for something to read, an old magazine perhaps, when a plain white envelope falls on my lap.

I notice the address of a lawyer's office on it. Marcus Volturi, isn't that one of the guys my father plays golf with? Why would he need a lawyer? Is that about the cancelled divorce?

My curiosity overpowers me and I open the envelope, reading through the letter inside it.

Dear Mr. Cullen,

Miss Brandon has contacted my office again. You should consider letting her see the girl because she seems very determined to take this to court unless you agree to a meeting.

I know that you've handled the adoption process with her father and that technically speaking she has no right to demand visitation rights but according to her fiancé who is also her juristic support now, she won't give up. You'll find his address attached in case you wish to handle things directly with him. He seems like a pretty reasonable man to me.

Let me know how you wish to proceed.

Sincerely

Marcus Volturi

I read through the letter again and again, trying to put some sense into the words. Didn't they tell me that my birth mother has abandoned me? That they have no idea who the woman is that brought me into the world?

Grabbing the letter I turn it around and see the date on it. The thing was written over three years ago. Why don't I know anything about this? How can my parents keep things like that from me?

The doorbell goes and my knees are trembling when I stand up to open the door. My thoughts are racing in my head, overwhelming me.

"Hey, are you okay?" Bella asks me, wrapping her arms around my middle. I inhale the sweet scent of her body and sigh deeply.

"It's nothing."

"You suck at lying. Look at your hands. They are trembling. Are you sick? I bet you didn't drink enough again."

"I don't know." I whisper nervously. "I was just in thoughts."

She pulls me into the kitchen and plants a kiss on my mouth, pressing me against the counter behind me.

"You need to stop worrying so much. Now, do you want to have breakfast with me? I'm starving."

"I've already had an apple."

"That's no breakfast. I told you that it's not good to go from one extreme to another. We can burn off the calories later on. It's such a nice day to go swimming."

"I don't want to embarrass myself by walking around in a bathing suit."

"There is nothing wrong with your curves." she murmurs, letting her hands glide down my hips. "They feel pretty good to me."

Heat spreads through me and I whimper into her mouth as I pull her close to another kiss. My tongue swirls against hers, teasing her playfully while I eventually dare to open the first buttons of her blouse.

"My room," I manage to say between kisses, taking her hand to lead her up to my room. We lay down on the bed and I close my eyes as her fingers move under my shirt.

"Are you sure, we won't get interrupted?"

"Yeah, they are all gone. It's just me and you."

For a moment I consider closing the curtains but somehow that seems so awkward to me. Bella has told me that she likes me the way I am and I trust her. She's the only person who has never lied to me.

"I love you." I whisper into her ear when her warm fingers reach the fabric of my bra. Her fingertips circle over the thin material and make my nipples stiffen from her touch.

"Can we take this off?" she asks me lifting my shirt over my head. I fumble her blouse open to throw it on the ground next to the bed. She moans when I cup the soft mounds of her breasts in my hands. Our bras land somewhere at the end of the bed and I close my eyes as Bella's mouth closes gently around one of the tip of my nipples. Her tongue flickers over it before she sucks eagerly while she massages my other breast tenderly. I can feel myself getting wet and automatically I shift my hips, so that her crotch rubs against mine. Oh fuck this feel so good.

"Do you want us to stop?"

"Do you?" I ask her, circling my palm down her flat abdomen. When I reach the zipper of her jeans I hesitate. It's not like I have a clue how to do this right. I only know that I want her. I love her and want to make her feel good.

"No," she tells me in a husky moan. "I don't want to stop. I wanted to do this with you for a while now."

I pull down the zipper of her jeans and shove them down her legs, caressing the muscles on her thighs before I stroke their insides with my fingertips. Kissing her mouth, I move my fingers higher and slip them underneath the cotton of her panties.

"Oh yes," she whimpers, wrapping her hand around my wrist to guide my hand where she wants to have it. Her mound is clean shaven and when I dip my fingers between her folds they are hot and slick against them.

"Can I touch you too? I want to feel you."

I try very hard not to groan too loud when she starts stroking me gently between my legs. Her thumb circles over my clit, making it throb against her touch. She sucks on my neck, leaving another mark on my pale skin as her climax makes her shudder in my arms.

Lowering her head to my breast again, she sucks my nipple into the heat of her mouth while one of her fingers glides smoothly inside of me. I whimper, I moan and when she adds a second finger my inner muscles tense as I tumble into the sweetest release of my life.

"I love you so much, my beautiful girl." She tells me, planting feather light kisses over my now overheated face.

I rest my head against her chest and close my eyes, almost drifting into sleep again while she keeps playing with my hair.

"How did your parents take the news about you being gay?"

"Pretty good, I'm glad they didn't throw a tantrum. My Mom was disappointed that I was worried about telling her the truth. Oh, before I forget it, I told her about you."

"Was she mad?"

"No, she was more concerned that you are influencing me because I'm younger. She promised not to tell my father until I'm ready."

"That's good. Did you tell your brother too?"

"Emmett is getting on my nerves. He asked if my girlfriend looked like a boy."

"You should tell him, before he gets the news from his girlfriend."

"You told Rose?"

"I hope that's okay for you. She was getting so curious and I needed someone to talk to."

"As long as she doesn't tell the morons at school, I don't mind."

"I ask her to keep quiet about it. Do you want to have some breakfast now? I think we just burned off some decent amount of calories."

Down in the kitchen a few minutes later I watch how she stirs some dough for pancakes and can't stop grinning like an idiot.

"What were you doing before I came?"

"Nothing, just looking at some stuff." I tell her, suddenly remembering the letter I found. Neither my mother nor my father has ever mentioned that my birth mother would want to contact me. How can they keep stuff like that from me?

"Alice, are you okay? You seem upset. I didn't rush you into sleeping with me, did I?"

I shake my head, walking over to the living room to get the letter. I know that I shouldn't be showing this to Bella. Technically I shouldn't even be reading it, but damn it. This is about me and obviously no one found it necessary to let me know.

"You have to keep this to yourself. My father would probably be furious, if he knew I was reading his mail."

She pulls me on her lap and I try to protest, telling her that I'm way too heavy for her, but she just laughs and wraps her arms around my neck.

"Did it upset you what you found? What did your father do? Hire another diet coach?"

"He…well, I found this letter from his lawyer that says my birth mother wanted to contact me and it didn't seem like he appreciated that a lot."

"Do you want to see her?"

I cringe, realizing for the first time that I don't really know how to answer that question. My whole life the thought of my birth mother made me feel low, unwanted, unloved. Mom and Dad are all the parents I ever knew and I love them. But yet…somehow I feel a desperate need to get to know the person who brought me into this world.