AN: LIVE FROM AUSTIN, TEXAS!! HERE'S KRISKAHN!!!!!!! (A few people in the packed house clap excitedly) SHE'S HERE TO BRING YOU CHAPTER 5!!!!!!!!!!!! (And the crowd. Goes. Wild.)

Holy Jebus in baby form! Look at me…posting on my vacation. I'm so fucking cool. I love you guys and gals and all your reviews! I just couldn't make you guys wait for that long. I want to apologize right now for any mistakes you find in the grammatical form; I edited this at a rather late hour. I'm happy where this went and proud of myself for not switching to Edward's POV for comfort and safety reasons. If Bella doesn't seem so awesome, it will be only because I can't write her for shit. Though I don't think I'd write anything for shit…so…let me think of something goooooood…I can't write Bella for a naked and erect Robbie P. waiting happily in my bed for me to fuck into the mattress. That should give you some kind of idea…

DISCLAIMER: As for actually owning anything…no. I own nothing. Though I did buy this uber kick ass blue peasant top shirt today. So cute…and its all mine. Though I'd trade it for Edward to be all mine. I'd say the same thing however…so cute and he's all mine…yes…all mine… *drifts off to fantasy world*

Oh! Right…disclaimer…Um, you guys know I ain't her…there's no need for this. Of course, if you guys want to give me monetary donation for this…I take all forms of Monopoly monies. :D

As always, enjoy the show and I'll see you down below!! (hehe…that rhymed)

BPOV

As Dad drags me into the house, I fight back the urge to scream at him. Not only is he rude to Edward, but he's treating me like some short-order cook! Unfortunately, before I can even get an angry scowl on my face, Jake and Billy attack me with questions as to how I'm doing, both of them looking me over as if they were expecting to see bruises or something.

Well, I guess I could understand that concern…

Dad hardly lets me answer any of their questions, however. He's more concerned about the fish getting cooked. I couldn't help but wonder what they did before I came along… I repress my anger and move into the kitchen to get started on dinner. I heat up the deep fryer and grab a cookie sheet, placing tin foil over it before I covered it with fries. I turn the oven on and wait for it heat up while I batter the fish.

This takes me hardly any time at all since I'm a fucking skilled professional. Once I move out of this house, I'm swearing off fish for years. My silence is disturbed by the loud volume of the announcer's voice as Dad, Billy, and Jake sit down to watch the baseball game. At least I thought it was all three of them. Jake walks into the kitchen a few minutes later.

"Hey, Bells."

I keep my back to him as I batter more fish, "Hey."

He clears his throat nervously, "So, was that the new boyfriend?"

I shake my head quickly, "I don't want to talk about him, Jake."

Talking about Edward would only make me angrier; not that I was angry at Edward, but that my father apparently forgot the nice conversation he had with Edward this morning and decided to be a total dick to him, not to mention Jake totally cockblocked me when I was trying to tell Edward goodbye. Then there is the fact that I wish I could be with him right now.

Soon…you'll be back with him soon, just hang in there…

"That's odd. Usually when you get a new boyfriend that's all you want to talk about. Is everything okay?"

I sigh and swallow more of my anger, "Everything's fine, Jake," I say with a shaky voice. My anger is trying to rip out of my chest and tear something to shreds. I'm trying to keep Jake's face intact, but he keeps pushing.

"Bella, if there's – "

"Jake, go watch the game," I tell him, effectively cutting him off.

"Bells…"

"Jake, just go, okay? I'm fine. I'm just tired and don't feel…" I sigh and turn to him, "Everything's okay, okay? Just go watch the game and dinner will be done soon."

He nods and leaves me be. I can see the reluctance in his eyes, but he eventually leaves me be. The second he walks out of the kitchen, I return my focus to the meal in front of me, keeping my mind blank so I can get through the next few hours with little incident.

* * *

I opt to eat in my room, faking a headache and telling everyone I plan to turn in once I'm done eating. Jake doesn't let me go so easily though. Halfway up the stairs, Jake stops me, "Hey Bells, I was thinking the two of us should go see a movie like we used too. We haven't done that since the summer started."

I nod, giving him a fake smile, "Yeah, sure. That sounds fun. I'll talk to you later."

He smiles and nods, letting me take my leave. I eat quickly and take my third and final shower for the day. I grab a book off the shelf and crawl in bed, placing my phone on vibrate and tucking it under my leg. I wait patiently for Billy and Jake to leave and Dad to head to bed so I can finally get Edward back in my arms.

* * *

I jump at the vibration under my leg, confused as to what just happened. I look at the clock and see that it's almost midnight. I look at the book on my chest and frown at the bent pages. I hated ruining my books. The vibration happens again, causing me to jump again. I remember leaving my phone under my leg.

As soon as I fetch it from under the blankets and see that Edward is calling me, everything begins to become clearer. I fell asleep while reading and forgot to call Edward. Dad is most definitely in bed by now and Edward is more than likely losing his mind waiting on me, hence the reason he's calling me now.

"Hey, I'm sorry," I tell him as I answer the phone, "I fell asleep waiting for Dad to go to bed."

He sighs, "Are you okay? Do you want to leave – "

"No!" I tell him before he can finish asking me, "No, I'll open my window."

He chuckles softly, "I'll be up in a second, baby."

I hear the click as he ends the call. I get out of bed and walk over to my window, unlocking it and opening it up. I smile as I see the dark figure crossing the lawn. He doesn't even try and hide from anyone. The almost full moon and several street lamps illuminate the yard and anyone looking would be able to see him perfectly.

I crawl back under the covers and wait for him to crawl through. How he can crawl the lattice work on the side of the house and not break it is beyond me, but he does it well. He slips into my room, shuts the window, removes his jacket and tosses it on the rocking chair, toes off his shoes, and finally walks his way over to me.

My body reacts to him as he saunters over to my bed like the cocky bastard he is. Before he slides into bed, he removes his white t-shirt and tosses it to the floor. He pulls the covers up around us and I snuggle into his chest, "You're cold," I whisper to him.

He chuckles softly, "Warm me up."

I know part of him is only teasing, but I can't help but tease back. I run my hand over his nipple as I kiss and suck on the spot of skin behind his ear. He once teased me about how that was a sensitive spot for me, but it has the same effect on him. I hitch my leg over his hip and entangle our legs together, pulling him over me as my fingers latch onto his piercing.

"Okay, okay," he whispers quickly in my ear, "You have to stop. Warm me up the old fashioned way."

I giggle, pulling away from my ministrations, "I thought that was the old fashioned way."

He rolls his eyes as he smiles at me, "No, Bella. The old fashioned way is by using body heat, not by turning me on."

I nod, "Oh! That old fashioned way, right! How could I forget?" I mock, smacking my forehead for good measure.

He kisses the smacked skin and pulls me into him, "Don't hit your head, baby, it's already damaged enough."

I pull away from him, smacking his arm, "Edward!" I mock admonish.

He chuckles again, pulling me back against him, "Would you get over here and warm me up, woman?!"

I sigh, "I suppose, man."

I pull the blanket around us a little tighter before we wrap our arms around one another. I feel something poking my thigh, "Um, Edward, are you just happy to see me or do you have something in your pocket?"

I hear him scoff softly before pulling his hand from my back. I can't see what his hand is doing under the blanket, but suddenly I feel something more familiar poking me, "That's me," he pauses briefly as I gasp, "What you felt was my phone."

I slid my hand down his chest, but he stops me, "No, no, little girl. Play time is over. It's bed time right now. We've both had a long day. Why don't you tell me what happened after I left you here?"

I groan, "Ugh, do I have to?" he nods, which causes me to sigh, "Nothing really. I cooked dinner and then come up here to eat. I didn't feel like watching the game with my jerk of a father and Jake and Billy."

"Bella – "

I shake my hand, covering his mouth, "Whatever you're about to say, I don't want to hear it. Let's just go to sleep. You got what you wanted out of me: my heat and a retelling of my night. It's time for me to get what I want."

He gives me a small smile, "And what is it you want, my dear Bella?"

I trace his bottom lip with my fingers, "I want a goodnight kiss, your arms wrapped around me tightly, and for us to go to sleep."

He sighs softly, "I suppose I can comply with that."

I shrug, "If you don't, I'll just have to take it from you…"

He cocks an eyebrow, challenging me, but I quickly add, "…but I won't have to take it from you, because I know you're going to be the wonderful boyfriend I know that you are and give me the simple things I ask for to make me happy."

He sighs softly, tightening his arms around me, "You know me too well, baby."

He presses his lips to mine, reenacting our goodbye kiss from earlier only this time I get his bottom lip. I smile into the kiss, loving the way his lips feel against mine and the way his arms wrap around me just right. He pulls out of the kiss slowly, placing a kiss on my nose and forehead before relaxing against the pillow.

"Anything else you want, baby?"

I giggle and nod, "Yeah, but that can wait for tomorrow."

We wrap ourselves around each other, readying our bodies for sleep. I place a kiss over his heart, "What time are you coming back tomorrow?"

He presses his nose against the top of my head, breathing deep before telling me, "It won't be until your father gets home."

I groan, "Maybe you could sneak over."

I feel his smile against my scalp, "Happily."

I press another kiss to his chest, relaxing against him and passing out within minutes.

* * *

A vibrating against the back of my thigh wakes me up with a jump. The body pressed behind me groans softly against the back of my head, "Beeeelllaaaa…I don't want to get up…"

I laugh softly, turning over and pressing kisses to his cheeks and nose, "I'm sorry, baby," my voice still groggy from sleep.

He moans softly, pulling me closer to him, "You have a sexy voice when you wake up."

I laugh again and push him away, "Get out of here, Romeo. If you don't leave, you can't ever come back."

He sighs, "Fine, fine, I'll leave."

He rolls on to his back, but runs out of bed and ends up falling to the floor. He lands like a fucking cat, but the both of us stay completely still, forgoing breathing, as we wait for any indication that Dad heard us. After a minute, Edward gets up slowly and grabs his shirt off the floor, tugging it over his head quickly. He slips on his shoes and jacket at the same time before turning to me where I am, kneeling on the side of the bed.

His shoulders sag as he walks over to me, "Fuck, I can't wait until I don't have to leave you like this."

He pulls me into his arms, burying his face into my neck and taking another deep breath. I laugh, pushing him away, "Do I smell good or something?"

"Good enough to eat," he replies with a wink.

I roll my eyes and push him away from me, "Get out of here, Edward. I'll see you in a little while."

He gives me a lingering kiss, "Love you."

I smile against his lips, "Love you."

I watch him crawl out of my window before settling back into bed. I curl up to the pillow Edward used, inhaling like he did me. I could feel my body react to the scent as I let out a soft moan, my hips rolling against the mattress on their own accord. I couldn't wait for him to get back to me.

* * *

When I wake a couple of hours later, I pull on a pair of pajama pants and walk down stairs to find Dad sitting at the table with burnt toast and a cup of coffee. I keep my eye roll to myself.

How the fuck do you burn fucking toast at his age?!

"Morning," he greets me in a deep gruff voice.

"Morning," I greet back. I open the cabinet and pull out a box of cereal and pour it into a bowl. I walk over to the refrigerator, my hand a few inches from the handle when Dad tells me, "We're out of milk."

I gawk at him, open the refrigerator, and gawk at the empty shelf, "Why? I thought you went grocery shopping."

He scoffs, "What would I do in a grocery store, Bella? You're the one that cooks around here."

He gets up, tossing the paper on the table and grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair, "Edward isn't allowed over here, and don't try and sneak him over here, either. I've already called Ms. Blanchard and asked her to keep an eye and make sure a silver Volvo doesn't stop by."

I slam the fridge door, "Is Alice allowed over? Can I leave the house?"

He shakes his head, "Not unless you're going to the grocery story, and of course Alice can come over…as long as Edward isn't with her."

And with that…he walks out. At this point, I am beyond fuming. I'm surprised that there isn't smoke coming out of my ears. I grab the bowl of cereal and quickly dump it into the box, closing it up and placing it back on the shelf while I toss the bowl into the sink, not giving a flying fuck if it breaks or not. I stomp upstairs and pull on some jeans and a sweater before grabbing my phone, grocery money off the top of the fridge, and keys, heading straight for my truck.

As I speed…well…as I drive as fast as my truck can go, I call Edward.

"Hey, baby," he answers sleepily.

All of the angry wind rushes out of my sails, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up."

I mumble a few cuss words under my breath at my selfish behavior, but I needed someone to vent to and Edward was my first thought.

"It's okay, baby. Did you just get up?"

I sigh, "No. I've already began my day with a fucking bang."

He chuckles sleepily, "You're starting to sound like me. What happened?"

"Nothing. Just go back to sleep and call me when you wake up. I'm heading to the grocery store."

"Oh, no, I don't think so," he says sounding a little more awake now, "You woke me up and you did so because you're pissed. I heard the angry little sigh you let out before you apologized. Tell me what happened."

I pulled into the grocery store parking lot and sat there, not answering him as I stared at the sign of the food mart.

"Bella, answer me."

I sigh and shake my head, even though he couldn't see me, "It's nothing really. I just…nothing. I don't want to talk about it. I need to go. I'm at the grocery store. I'll call you when I get home. You won't be able to come over. Dad has the old lady across the street looking out for him."

In his voice, I could hear the frown he wore on his face, "Then come over here."

"I can't," I explain, "He told me I was only allowed out if I came to get food. It's like I'm grounded or something."

I heard him growl, "Fuck this. I'm done playing the good kid. I'll talk to you in a little while, baby."

He hangs up the phone and I shake my head, "Oh no…no, no, no…not good."

I try calling him back but he doesn't answer the phone. I know he's more than likely getting dressed before he comes to the grocery store. I sigh and toss my phone in the seat beside me as I grab the keys from the ignition. I double check I have my money in my pocket and head into the store. I've made it down the first two aisles, aimlessly looking at the can goods, waiting for Edward to show up.

He doesn't disappoint, because I see him storm into the store and spot me like I had a large red arrow over my head. His angry frown softens as he walks briskly over to me. He stands beside me with his arms crossed over his chest and a look of pure fury on his face.

He shakes his head, "I can't do this, Bella."

I freak out for a second, thinking he's going to break up with me here in the middle of the fucking soup aisle, but then I remember this is Edward I'm talking to, and breaking up with me isn't something he'd do, let alone in a grocery store.

I place my hands on the sides of his face, "Edward, just calm down."

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, placing his hands over mine, "I just can't let him keep you from me. I want to get his respect. I know that this works out in the end, I just didn't realize what hell we'd have to go through."

He presses his forehead to mine, "Alice tried to stop me from coming here. She told me she was going to head over to the station to talk to him about us going out together," before I realize it, I'm wrapped up in his arms, "I didn't mean to storm over here, I'm just so pissed off right now and you sounded so…unhappy."

I nuzzle his chest with my face, "I'm okay, now."

We stand like that for a few minutes before I pull away, "You'll have dinner with us tonight?"

He nods without hesitation, "Of course."

I smile, "Good, then you can help me pick something out to eat. What's your favorite food?"

He smiles down at me sweetly, "I don't care what you make, baby. I know it'll be amazing."

I roll my eyes, "You're too good…"

He kisses my cheek as he releases his hold on me. We walk up and down the aisles trying to find something really great for me to cook. The best thing about Edward is he can't keep his beautiful hands to himself. The entire time his hands are all over me: on my hips, shoulders, and waist, or holding my hand, touching my face, and playing with my hair. He walks behind me, pushing the buggy with me as we go.

We end up spending nearly an hour in the market, just walking around. Neither of us wanted to leave, but the food was starting to spoil in the buggy and I needed to get it home. Edward helps me check out and load the bags up into my truck. He kisses me soundly on the lips before finally letting me go. He then ends up following me home, honking twice as he passes up the house.

Ugh…fucking perfect…

By the time I get everything brought into the house and desert and the salad started for dinner, Alice comes over. She just walks right in the house, smiling brightly as she walks through the living room and into the kitchen.

"You look rather smug. Did you and Dad have a nice talk?" I ask her hopefully.

Her smile falters slightly, "Um, no, actually, but yes, at the same time…"

I frown at her and she sighs, "Charlie said the only way he'd allow you to go out with Edward was if Jacob came with us," my jaw drops, "He said it would have to be the four of us and Jacob."

I grip the two spoons I was using to toss the salad hard, not even wincing when they dig into my hand. Alice places her hand on my shoulder, "Bella, calm down, honey."

"Fuck. Calming. Down," I set the spoons in the salad and start pacing the kitchen, "I don't understand what is happening here. I feel like I'm on house arrest. I just spent the past hour in a fucking grocery store so I could spend time with my goddamn boyfriend!!"

Alice winces at the sound of my voice. I sigh and shake my head, "I don't mean to holler. I just need to get it out of my system."

Alice nods, "I went and saw Edward before I came over here. I was a little scared as to what he might do when he left the house this morning."

I sigh again, leaning against the counter, "How is he?"

She smiles slightly, "He wants me to tell you he loves you and that he can't wait to have you cook for him."

I smile brightly, "Really?"

Alice rolls her eyes, laughing at me, "Like you should expect anything less!" she shakes her head, "He's really smitten with you. I thought it was just some kind of sick twisted fascination, but he really adores you. I overheard him talking to Mom yesterday while he was helping her in the kitchen. Even though you're dorm bound when we get to college, he's getting an apartment big enough for the two of you. Mom plans to decorate it for you, too."

My hand clutched at my chest, "Really?" I ask in a whisper.

She nods, coming over to me and taking my hand, "Bella, whatever hell Charlie is putting you through…it will only last for the rest of this summer. He doesn't need to know when Edward is coming into town. Dad and Mom are oddly accepting of this. I guess it has a lot to do with Mom's intuition, but you're already together in her mind."

I frown, "Well, of course we're together…" I shake my head slightly in confusion.

Alice smiles, "No, dear, as in married kind of together. For Mom, there is no one else for either of you," she shrugs, dropping my hands and frowning slightly, "which is strange if you ask me. I mean you guys have been together for what? Four days? And you're already moving in together and Mom is contemplating marriage…"

I roll my eyes and move away from her, "First off, the actual moving in won't take place for almost another year. As for the marriage," I turn to her, biting my lip in nervousness, "I think he was going to ask me to marry him yesterday."

Alice's jaw drops. I reach over and push her chin up, "I know, right? We were walking down the trail to the waterfall and we were talking about our future. He explained the intuition thing to me. He told me he pictured the group of us; you and Jasper, Emmett and Rosalie, and he and I, walking down the trail a few years in the future all of us with kids and me pregnant with our second child…" I look away from her awe struck face as I remember the moment, "I told him I'd pictured the exact same thing. The moment was just so amazing that I asked if we could start now. He told me he didn't think I'd get pregnant at least until my junior year…I said that was fine, because I'd be his wife by then. He started to ask me something, "How about – ", but he stopped himself. When I'd asked him what he was going to say, he just said that we should stop talking about the future and catch up to you and Jasper so we wouldn't get lost."

I look up to Alice and find her eyes a little watery, "That really is beautiful," she whispers.

She walks over to me and squeezes me tightly in a hug that could rival Emmett's. She pulls back and holds me at arms' length, "I'm really happy for you, Bella. I'm happy for the both of you. You both deserve one another," she hugs me again; "I'm so going to be your maid of honor!"

I laugh, pushing her away, "That's still a little ways away, Alice. Of course, you're going to be my maid of honor, but still, we shouldn't talk about it."

Alice nods, "Fine, fine, but I still get to be maid of honor!"

I roll my eyes and go back to tossing the salad. The memory of why I stopped tossing it in the first place came back to the for front of my mind and I sigh as I pick up my tools, getting back to work, "Edward is going to be pissed off."

Alice nods, "He is."

I spin around, "You told him?!"

She nods again, "Yeah. What was I supposed to do?!"

I sigh and shake my head, "Exactly that. I just wished I could've been there to calm him down."

She shook her head, "No, I don't think you wanted to see the level of angry he reached. He was pretty pissed. You know he swears like a sailor when he's normal…but when he's pissed…I'm not sure NC-17 would cover his rating…"

I sigh and shake my head again, "This is going to hit rock bottom before it's over with, you know this right?"

She nods, "Yeah, I know."

She wraps her arm around my shoulders, "I'm going to head home. Check on Edward. I left him in the gym downstairs."

I smile at her, "Tell him I love him too, will you?"

She giggles, "I'm like Cupid!"

She kisses my cheek and skips out of the house. I focus myself back on dinner and making sure I look good tonight. While there is a lull in the dinner making process, I take the time to call Dad, leaving him a message with Mary Ann about Edward being our dinner guest for the night. Mary Ann laughed at me, telling me he wouldn't be happy about that.

I. Didn't. Fucking. Care.

When 5:30pm rolls around, Dad walks in with a smirk on his face, which he quickly drops before walking into the kitchen. The expression he's giving me now was a completely 180 from what he looked like coming in. I open my mouth to question him, but the familiar sound of a VW Rabbit drives up. I could have cut my father at that moment.

I quickly sent Edward a text while Dad greeted Jake and Billy. I informed him of our other dinner guests, which he quickly texted back that he wasn't happy about. It was going to be three against two for the night. It didn't matter what they said nor did, it wouldn't break us up.

I have no qualms with admitting that this is rushed. We'd met a while ago, but it was more in passing than anything really. When I first moved to Forks, Alice took me under her wing. Edward and Emmett would come home from time to time, but nothing like this had ever happened. For us to have fallen in love within a day and talking about marriage and children three days later is super rushed, but, for lack of better words, it all just seems right. What Edward and I have…the speed in which we obtained it…the passion in which we share…it all just…seems…right.

And I would be damned if I let anyone take this away from me.

Jake and Billy come into the kitchen seconds after Edward's reply. Jake smiles brightly at me, "Hey, Bella! You look nice. You didn't have to dress up for us," he says with a wink.

I smile brightly back at him and shake my head, "Oh, I didn't get dressed up for you. I'm dressed up for Edward. Since it seems I'm living the life of Anne Frank, I decided that I would look nice for him even if I have to dress like I'm eating at a five star restaurant in my own house."

Edward's timing is perfect. Jake, Billy, and Dad look at me uncomfortably as angry knock echoes through the house. I smile sweetly, "If you'll excuse me, I need to get the door."

I walk past them and head for the door, trying to keep my smile at a small smirk. I open the door and find the most beautiful sight in front of me. Edward is standing there in a nice dark green dress shirt, black pants, and shiny black shoes. His hair is a mess as always and the beautiful smirk on his face lets me know he's in a playful mood.

He pulls me into his arms and whispers in my ear, "You look gorgeous, Bella."

He pulls back slightly and kisses me softly on the lips. I smile up at him as he releases me, "Thank you. You look quite dashing yourself."

He winks at me as I take his hand and pull him into the kitchen, "Edward, you know my father…this is Jake and Billy Black."

Edward holds out his hand to Billy, "Nice to meet you, sir."

Billy looks down at his hand and then to his face, eyeing him like he's some kind of demon before shaking his hand tentatively. The tension rolling off Edward is almost palpable. He holds out his hand to Jake, "Jacob."

Jake frowns angrily at him and shakes his hand. I can see he puts too much force in it, trying to crush Edward's hand instead of shake it. Edward doesn't even flinch at Jake's display of testosterone. Edward smiles and turns to Dad, nodding his head, "Chief."

Dad looks at him before he walks over to the table, "Is dinner ready, Bella?"

I swallow my anger and breathe out slowly. Edward's hand on my lower back calms me, "Let me help you," he says in almost a whisper.

I smile up at him before I head over to the stove. Jake and Billy take seats at the table while we grab the dishes, the table already set. When we turn back to the table, the only chairs available are on either side of Dad. I look at Edward and he winks at me. I allow that to calm me as we place everything on the table.

The table is very uncomfortably silent as we dish out the meal. Edward makes sure that as soon as he finishes with a dish; I get it next, skipping whoever is next in our food circle. Once everyone has their time with each dish, we tuck in.

Edward moans loudly, "Baby, this chicken parmesan is amazing."

I giggle, "Thank you."

He winks at me, causing Dad to set his hands down beside his plate, "Her name is Bella."

Edward stops mid-chew and frowns slightly. He chews his food quickly, setting his hands down by his plate like Dad, showing Dad he had something to say. Once he swallows, he looks at me, "Actually, her name is Isabella," he looks back at my Dad, "Not Bella," then to Jake, "Not Bells."

Dad looks at him like he could kill him. He sighs and shakes his head, "Remember where you are, boy," he tells Edward before he starts eating again. Edward looks at my father for a second before going back to his food, "I'll do that," he says before taking another bite.

I stare at them for a second, waiting for Dad to stab Edward or Edward to cut my father, but neither happen. I take a chance to look over at Jake and Billy to find Billy eating quietly and Jake staring at Edward like he's a murderer as he eats.

I turn my face back to my food, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. The rest of the meal is rather quiet. Billy mentions how nice the dessert is, but other than that, chewing and drinking is the only thing that is heard.

Edward and Jake fight over helping me clean the table and then who would help me wash the dishes. Thankfully, Edward wins. Jake, Billy, and Dad go into the living room while Edward and I clean the kitchen. Once Edward's sleeves are rolled up and his tie is thrown over his shoulder, I take his hand under the soapy dish water and tell him, "This is so…incredibly awkward."

Edward bends slightly, pressing his lips to the top of my head, "I know, baby, but at least we're here for one another."

He squeezes my hand slightly, kissing my head again. Someone clearing their throat breaks us apart. We turn and find Jake standing by the table, "Is there anything that I can help you with, Bella?"

I smile kindly, "No, Jake, Edward and I have it."

He nods and looks at the table, picking up what dishes are left. He makes sure to take his time. I sigh and turn back to the dirty dishes soaking the water. Edward stares a few seconds longer before turning back to the water as well. We wash the dishes in silence. Once Jakes has brought me all the dirty dishes, he starts drying the dishes Edward places on the counter beside the sink.

Edward frowns, "I thought Bella told you we didn't need any help."

Jake shrugs, keeping his eyes on the dish he's drying. Edward sighs and shakes his head, rinsing off the last dish in the sink. I drain my side, rinsing the bubbles from the sink with the sprayer. Edward grabs a towel and takes my hands, drying them for me before kissing me softly on the lips.

Jake clears his throat, "Do you mind not kissing her in front of me?"

Edward closes his eyes, reining his anger in before opening them and turning to Jake, "No, actually I can't. That's what happens when you love someone, Jake, you can't help but want to take care of them and kiss them."

Jake rolls his eyes, "I don't care what you think you are in with Bella; I don't care to see it."

Dad walks into the kitchen then, "What's going on in here?"

I sigh and shake my head. This dinner has gone from bad to worse to worst. Jake takes the chance to explain as I try and calm down, "I just asked him not to kiss her in front of me."

Dad looks at Edward, "There will be no kissing in this house."

I can see Edward having a hard time holding his tongue. Jake takes the opportunity to make matters worse, "I think it's time for you to head on home, Eddie… Let me walk you to the door."

Edward chuckles angrily as he shakes his head slightly, "Bella will walk me to the door."

Dad opens his mouth but I quickly stop him, "Don't even dare tell me no, it'll make the night so much worse. Trust me."

I take Edward's hand and pull him out of the kitchen and towards the front door. Billy chuckles, "Leaving so soon?"

Edward rolls his eyes as I hold my breath, trying to keep myself from blowing up in Billy's face as well. I open the door and walk out onto the front step. The chill wind causing me to shake slightly as Edward walks passed me. I turn to the door to close it, but see Jake watching us like a hawk. I shake my head and close the door.

I turn to Edward and find him pacing in front of me. The look on his face is pure fury. His hands are clinching in and out of fists as he tries to calm himself down. His cheeks are flushed and his nostrils are flared in that very non-sexy kind of way. I reach my hand out to his shoulder and he pauses, staring at the sidewalk.

"Bella, I really need you to calm me down."

I take his balled up hand and pull him towards me. I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his ear, "This is just a stepping stone, Edward. This night…this anger…this petty anger…none of it will matter a year from now. You want to know why?"

He still hasn't embraced me, which lets me know he is even angrier than what I realize, "Please tell me."

I relax against him, laying my head on his shoulder, pressing my lips against his neck in a short kiss, "Because this time next year will find the both of us living in Seattle. There will be nothing but sleep and school that will keep us apart," his arms come up, holding me to him, "We can live together in sin. Happy and free. We won't have to answer to anyone but ourselves."

He rests his head on mine, "Is that what you want?"

I pull away from him, frowning at his strange question, "What do you mean? Of course that's what I want."

He sighs, "Even if that costs you your relationship with your father."

I press my forehead against his, "Ever since you came into my life, I've seen what I've been missing. You are everything I've wanted in a guy and I never had to tell you a thing. Everything you do is natural and I love it. I've never known what it's like to be taken care of, to be held, to be loved like you love me," I pull away to look in his eyes, "Because I know you love me, Edward."

He nods, staring me straight in my eyes, "I do. I love you so much."

I smile, "You remember those two words, mister. I don't want to wait too much longer to be bound to you."

He gives me his best crooked smile, "How about I just bind you? Maybe to my bed with a pair of hand cuffs?" he scrunches his nose, shaking his head, "No, that's too cliché and would remind me of your father. How about a…silk scarf? A black one? How would you like that? Bound to my bed for me to have my way with?"

The shiver that runs down my spine has nothing to do with cold breeze this time. I smile at him, "I would like that," I whisper.

He kisses my lips slowly, savoring me, "I need to get you back in my bed soon, baby, really soon," his hands grip my hips as he rests his forehead against mine, "because the next time I do, I'm taking you," he suppresses my moan with a kiss, "I want to make you mine in every since of the word."

"Oh, Edward," is my only response to something like that.

My whimper causes him to groan, "I think it's only fair."

I pull away far enough to look into his eyes, frowning slightly with confusion, "What do you mean fair?"

He pecks the side of my mouth, but before he can say anything, the door swings open, "Bella?" my Dad calls.

Edward takes that moment to kiss me, innocently, but passionately. He pulls away from the kiss, "I love you, baby."

I smile at him, knowing he means it, but also knowing he's doing this to upset Dad, "I love you, too, Edward."

He kisses me again quickly, stepping backwards off the step, holding my hand until it's out of his reach, "I'll call you when I get home."

Dad interrupts at that moment, "No, you won't. It's time for Bella to get in bed."

I frown at him, "Dad, its only 10pm."

"Get in the house, Bella," he says in a quick angry voice.

"UGH!"

Never…ever…in my life…no matter what I've said before…have I ever been so fucking angry than I have at this moment! I don't listen to him as he calls my name, all anger gone from his voice and concern taking its place. I don't listen to Jake begging me to come out of my room or to let him in. The only thing keeping me grounded and calm is the same thing I told Edward to calm him. Soon…none of this will matter and we can be together.

I grab my phone and some clothes, running a bath with lavender bubble bath as I go and unlock my window, opening it slightly just in case Edward comes back. I slip into the water, waiting for him to call. I try and relax while I wait, but I'm just too angry to do so. I'm not sure how long it took me to feel someone staring at me, but I open my eyes and turn to my open bathroom door to find Edward standing in the doorway, wearing only his pajama pants which are most definitely tented. My body aches for him and I beg him, "Please get in here with me."

Within seconds, he's shed his clothes and is in the tub, pulling me into his body. As I wrap my legs around his waist, I feel whole…at peace. Everything is right in my world, if for only for these chaste moments. Dad's pointless anger doesn't matter. Jake's overprotective brother attitude doesn't matter. The rest of our lives don't matter. All as long as I have this…him…right here with me.

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Alright, there ya have it. The next chapter, I will put my Edward Hat back on and the chapters will more than likely go back to jumping back and forth between the two.

Will the next chapter start with some lemony goodness? Only the Powers That Be know the answer to that question.