DISCLAIMER: I am not Stephenie Meyer, nor do I own any of the Twilight characters. The plot is mine, but that is all.

Nor do i own the lovely work that is miami at twilight..mischief-maker1 owns it. you should check out the story yourself..that is if you're up for some pure lemony goodness. thanks to mischief-maker1 for granting me permission to use her work. she rocks my socks and if i could give it to her i would definitely serve her some of that cullen sundae she talked about.. :D

AN: here's a long one for you kids. hope you enjoy it..carry on

JPOV:

TGIF! I thought, as I walked up the walkway to my front door. It had been a long day at the office and all I wanted was to get home to Alice. I unlocked the door and walked in. It was quiet.

That's odd. Why is it so quiet? Where's Alice?

"Ali baby, where are you?" I called out. The sound of my voice echoed throughout the house.

"In the office Jas!" Her small voice came from the direction of the office upstairs.

I smiled and started walking up the stairs, loosing my tie in the process. I pushed the door open to find Alice sitting in front of the computer screen reading something. Her left hand was resting on her small baby bulge and her right on the mouse. I walked up right behind her and wrapped my arms around her.

"How you feeling?" I asked.

"Better, no morning sickness this morning. And I've eaten, a lot today!" she exclaimed. I kissed her cheek softly.

"That's good to hear. What is it that you're looking at?" I asked glancing up at the computer screen, releasing the grip I had around her. She quickly spun around in her chair.

"Oh, Jasper I'm looking at schools."

"Schools?" I questioned.

"Schools for our baby…" she said placing her hand back over her stomach, like it was second nature to her. "…I want our child to have the best education possible. I've found several great preschools in the area."

"Preschool? Alice, you don't even know what the sex of the baby is and you're already planning their life," I said with a chuckle.

"I want to be well prepared Jas, you know that. I only want the best for our baby," she said softly. I immediately dropped down to her level and pulled her into my arms.

"I know, I know. I want the best for the baby too. Whatever you want, whatever you need I'll get it for you."

"Anything?" she said as her eyes lit up with joy.

"Anything..."

"Oh, Jasper! I have so many ideas for the nursery I need to call around to look for an interior designer. I want the baby to be involved in everything, Jasper. Sports, music, art and dance if it's a little girl!" she squealed.

My wife was the most adorable thing that I'd ever laid eyes on. The joy in her eyes when she talked about our unborn child made everything worth it.

EmPOV

"Emmett, you didn't have to all of this," Rosalie said as she grabbed my hand from across the table.

It was Friday night, Edward was working late and wouldn't be home until tomorrow morning and both Rosalie and I were able to get away from the office early I wanted to plan something special. I ordered in some Italian food, set up the table with candles and the china my mother bought me when I moved out. We were in desperate need of Emmett and Rosalie time and this was perfect. Our relationship was going steady and no one had yet to find out about us, it was perfect. We existed in our own world with no one to harm us.

"Anything for you, Rose." I picked her hand up and kissed it softly.

"You're amazing you know that Em?" Rosalie giggled.

"Well, I try really hard."

"And you succeed," she said with a smile.

We started eating dinner and half way through dinner we heard the sound of keys jingling outside, then the sound of the key being stuck in the lock and our heads shot up towards the door.

"Emmett…" Rosalie whispered and I placed my finger to my lips, motioning for her to be quiet.

"Hello, anyone home?" A velvety voice echoed through the quiet house.

Shit, shit, shit it's Edward and Rosalie's here. What am I supposed to do with her? I frantically thought.

"Come on, Rose, we've got to put you somewhere, keep Edward out of the kitchen and upstairs," I whispered grabbing her hand and pulling out of the room. Where to hide her? It would be near to impossible for me to get her past Edward up the stairs. I don't want to keep her in the kitchen in the event that he happens to find his way in there, and he would hear the door creep open if I had her wait outside.

Wait, why am I freaking out? It's Rosalie, we're friends, and friends are allowed to have dinner together right?

But we were more than friends. She was my life, my everything. The dinner set up tonight was a dinner shared between two people who were more that just friends.

"Em, where are you taking me?" Rosalie whispered, she sounded irritated. I walked down the hallway and that's when I saw it. The closet!

"Rosie baby, forgive me for doing this. I love you." I spit out as I opened the door to the hall closet downstairs, planting a quick kiss on her lips and shoving her in the closet shutting the door quickly.

Wait, did I just tell her I loved her? There's no time to think about that right now, Emmett. You need to get Edward upstairs and in his room.

I ran into the front room to find Edward looking through the mail on the side table.

"Edward, my man!" I said making my presence known. He whipped his head back.

"There you are, Emmett. I didn't think you were home, it was pretty quiet in here. I figured you'd be out and about partying with one of your girlfriends," He said.

"I, er, um…nah I'm just here by myself you know. Quiet night at home. You look beat, long day at work Edward?" I questioned. I had to think of a way to get him upstairs, in his room so I could quickly get Rosalie out of here.

"You could say that. It was so stressful, but they let me out earlier. Imagine that."

I walked over to him placing my arm around his shoulder.

"You know, you're a hard worker, Eddie. You deserve a nice hot shower and your warm, cozy bed. Maybe an ice cold beer, how does that sound?" I said walking him over to the stairs. I would hope he would take the bait.

"Emmett, do you have company?" he asked.

"What? No, what would make you ever think that?" I asked. Damn! He wasn't buying it.

"For one, the heels by the door don't belong to me and I'm praying they don't belong to you. Unless, Emmett is there something you want to tell me?"

"Oh yes Edward I secretly wear women's shoes for the hell of it," I said sarcastically.

"Well, if you want me to get out of your way all you have to do is ask."

"Dammit, Edward. I have company, I would like for you to keep to yourself in your room. Please?" I pleaded.

He chuckled. "Yes sir, Emmett, sir," he said with a salute and headed up the stairs. As soon as I heard his door shut I ran over to the hall closet and opened the door. There stood a very shocked, but upset Rosalie.

"Rosie, don't be mad." I pleaded. She walked right past me, picked up the heels sitting by the door, opened the door and walked out. I was hot on her trail following her out, shutting the door behind me.

As soon as the door was shut and locked I felt a hard slap on my arm.

"Emmett McCarty don't you dare shove me into a coat closet ever again, you giant oaf!" she shrieked, sticking her finger in my face.

"Rosie, baby, please. I'm sorry. What else did you want me to do? Let Edward find us having a romantic dinner? Yeah like that would be easily explained," I chuckled.

"Whatever, Emmett, just take me home," she said, walking away from me, but stopping in her tracks to turn back around to face me.

"Oh and Emmett?" she chimed.

"Yeah?" I asked. Now what?

"I love you too," she said with a smirk.

BPOV:

Friday, the day I used to look forward to when Jacob was around. Fridays was our date night. Now Fridays don't mean a thing to me. I've spent the entire day cleaning up the house, doing laundry and playing with Leilah, anything to keep me busy, to keep my mind off of other things.

Truth be told there was one thing and one thing on my mind. Edward Cullen.

Ever since he left Thursday morning, that's all I've thought about and it's confused the hell out of me. It also bugs me that he hasn't called either. I don't want to be the one to call. Why should I be the one to call?

I had just put Leilah to bed and thought it would be a good idea to start reading the new manuscript the publishing company gave me to edit. I poured myself a glass of wine and opened the manila envelope, settling into my favorite chair in the living room.

Miami at Twilight. I thought. What kind of book was this? I flipped to the first page. Simple enough, a story about friends who met at work. Alright, very original. I chuckled. It wasn't until I got a couple pages into the manuscript before I realized exactly what kind of story this was going to be.

"I let out a grin as I flung the jacket on a chair and went for his tie. Once that was undone I began to unbutton each tiny button on his crisp white shirt, moaning a little as I saw the beater underneath it…"

Oh Mylanta, this is a damn Harlequin novel! I don't do damn Harlequins! What are they trying to do to me? I thought taking a huge sip of my wine.

"I moved his shirt off of his body and then pulled the beater over his head, kissing his chest as I worked my way down to the buckle on his belt. I undid it and the button on his slacks…"

What I wouldn't give to be able to place thousands of kisses all over Edward's…

Wait, what was I doing? I can't be sitting here thinking about Edward. I'm not supposed to be doing this. I'm supposed to be taking baby steps, one thing at a time Bella. I knew there was good reason why I boycotted harlequin novels, but this was my job. I needed to do it to support Leilah and myself.

Yeah that's it. You need to support Leilah. I thought.

Meanwhile I was trying to justify the fact I was comparing the content in a manuscript to the provocative thoughts I was having about Edward.

"He started placing sensual feather-light kisses to my shoulders as his big hand

found the zipper to my dress. I let out a little whimper as his other hand snaked in to touch my heated flesh."

I immediately thought of how good it felt when Edward's hand would graze upon my cheek ever so softly or the warmth of his lips on mine. This was definitely not what I should be thinking about. I didn't even know where our relationship was going and look at me. All I could think about was him.

Edward Cullen.

Damn you Edward Cullen. Damn you!

If only he would call. I know he's probably busy at the hospital, but how hard is it to even send a simple text message to make sure everything was okay? Damn, what the hell am I getting myself into?

"I'm gonna need more wine," I exclaimed out loud.

again thank you to mischief-maker for letting me use part of her story. if you're interested head over to her profile..the excerpt is from the extras of MaT..you have to read the actual story to understand the extras first though. duh!

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