I don't own Twilight. I guess "Robert Pattinson is our Everything" was trending world wide on Twitter today. You mean to tell me there are that many people out there that feel the same way as I do? I'm still all kinds of jealous of these women who got to see Bel Ami. Can't Rob's ass be for me only? :(

This is a slash story with m/m lemons involved and language. If you're under 18 or that's not your thing, please just hit the red X.

There will be alternate POV's every day. They are both pretty damn talkative now!

Reviewer of the day goes to…. TrueSkye who said, "Go Esme! Ride that big daddy. LOL Ok, that's one of the hottest showers, ever." Loved all the reviews for last chapter. You were all very happy for Esme, but horrified for poor Jasper. Love it!

Chapter 83 - Esme

J-

I was serious about going out to the barn to sleep. I wasn't about to lay there all night listening to them. Thank God, they quieted down finally, and I didn't have to sleep in the hay for the night. Snuggling up with Edward, I let my eyes close and tried to keep the images of Edward on his knees in my head as I drifted off to sleep.

What seems like just a few minutes later, Edward was wiggling to get out of my hold on him.

"Don't move, baby. Stay here with me."

"I need to go to the bathroom, and I heard footsteps in the hallway. We better get downstairs."

Groaning, I let him go and flop onto my back. He's only gone a few minutes before he's back kissing me with minty fresh breath.

"No fair. You brushed."

"Get your ass up and brush yours. Then I'll let you make out with me some more."

Well, he's found a really good way to get me out of the bed. I'm up and in the bathroom quickly, as I hear him snickering behind me.

When I get out after preparing for some kisses, I'm more than a little pissed to see him dressed and ready to go downstairs.

"What the fuck? You promised some making out."

"Well, did I promise this making out would occur with me naked? I didn't think putting on some clothes would be that big of a deal."

I think of pouted just a little, because I really wanted to make out with my boyfriend while he was naked.

"Don't be mad, baby. I'll make it up to you."

"You better."

I squeeze his ass and give it a light slap. He giggles and jumps away from me. He's cute as hell when he's like this.

Pulling on some clothes, I follow him downstairs.

I was not expecting what I saw when I walked into the kitchen.

Dad is leaning against the counter holding himself up with one hand. In the other is a cup of what I assume is hot coffee. He doesn't look too terrible, but mom is another story.

She's sitting at the kitchen table with her head down on her arms. Her hair is an absolute mess, and I swear those are the same clothes she had on yesterday. I hear her moaning, and then whispering over to my dad.

"You better be making me a cup of that coffee, Carlisle. It's your fault I feel like I have a jackhammer going off in my head and my lady parts."

Edward starts laughing loudly at that. He tries to cover his mouth to hold it in, but it's too late. Mom pulls her head up quickly and she tries to smile at us. It just comes off as kind of a grimace.

"Boys, there you are. Did you want me to make you breakfast?"

I see her turn a little green at the mention of food, but you gotta love her for still trying to take care of us.

"No, mom. We're just going to have some cereal. Don't worry about it."

I don't want to draw any attention to what happened last night. If I have any luck at all, she won't remember coming in my room at all. I wish I could get drunk and forget what I heard after she left.

Walking into the kitchen, I grab some bowls and spoons.

"Edward, what kind of cereal do you want?"

I look back and see him taking a seat right next to mom. He grabs her hand and looks at her with sympathy.

"I don't care. Whatever you're having is fine."

"Golden Grahams it is then."

I think I hear mom moan again, but I ignore it.

By the time I get over to the table, dad has brought mom her coffee and she's looking a little better. We dig into our cereal, and I try really hard not to make eye contact with either of them. I can't stop myself from remembering the shit mom was screaming last night, and it's making things extremely awkward.

When I'm half-way through with my bowl of crunchy goodness, I hear mom clear her throat and I know things are about to get really fucked up.

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E-

I'm honestly enjoying the hell out of this morning. First I have my hot as hell boyfriend cuddling with me in bed. If it weren't for the fact that I need to go to the bathroom really bad, I would have been content to stay in his arms all morning. Plus I hear his parents heading downstairs, and I really wanted to get down there to see how they looked this morning.

I was not disappointed.

Carlisle looks like he's gone twelve rounds with a heavy weight fighter. I don't see any visible bruising, but damn if he doesn't look like he's worn out. Hell, from what I heard last night, he has every reason to be wiped out.

Poor Esme looks even worse. I've never seen her look anything but put together and beautiful. This morning her hair is a mess and from what she just said it sounds like she's in some pain. I honestly can't say I haven't thought about the fact I'm going to be in the exact same position she's in next weekend. Those Cullen men have some weapons of mass destruction in their pants, and Esme and I have to try and deal with it.

I don't think either of us mind much at all actually.

Eating at the table, I try to hide my smirk, but I think I'm failing. I look over at Jasper, but his head is down so low in his bowl I swear he's about to fall in. Glancing over at Carlisle, I see him looking at Jasper and then over at me. I give him a wide smile and a wink, and he almost spits his coffee across the table.

Hell, he should be proud of what he did last night not embarrassed.

I want to look at Esme, but I'm afraid to. Then I hear her clear her throat, and I know things are about to get good.

"Boys, I'm very sorry for the way I acted last night. Jasper, you know I never drink and I guess I just couldn't handle it. Please don't me mad at me."

"Esme, it was fine. You didn't say anything embarrassing, did she Jasper?"

He's still looking down at his cereal like it's the most interesting thing in the fucking world.

"No, mom. You didn't say anything. Let's just forget all about it, okay?"

I have a feeling it's not going to be that easy.

"Thank you, both. But you didn't hear anything after you went to sleep did you?"

My eyes shoot over to Carlisle's, and I can tell he knows the answer to that question by the look on my face and the groan that just came from Jasper.

"No, we didn't hear anything. We were really tired and went right to bed, right Edward?"

I look over at Esme, and see the hopeful look in her eyes. It's so fucking hard to lying to her, but I'm going to give it a try.

"Nope, we didn't hear a peep. I was exhausted and went straight to bed. Didn't we, Jasper? We went straight to sleep?"

Fuck, could I be any worse at that? Esme looks me over for a second, but doesn't call me out on it. Maybe she's happy not know the truth.

"Okay, well, good then."

"Come on, Edward. Let's go feed Jolene before it gets too hot in the barn."

Standing up, I want to just walk out, but I can't. I don't know what is making me do this. It's like I can't stop the words from coming out of my mouth. Word vomit, that's what this is.

"Yeah, we should really check on the horses. Maybe we could go for a ride later today. I heard there was nothing like riding a big huge horse."

This time Carlise can't stop himself from showering the kitchen table in coffee. We're both laughing, but Esme and Jasper are not.

After we stop and calm down, Esme smooths her hair with her hands and gets up from the table. She starts walking toward me, and I'm beginning to get afraid that I crossed the line with my comment.

Standing right in front of me, she looks up with a serious look on her face.

"Well Edward, I guess we're both going to have to live with the Cullen curse. I hope you're prepared for it."

I'm sure the color has just drained from my face.

"Wha…. What ... are you talking about?"

"Oh, you're a smart boy. I'm sure you'll figure it out soon enough."

She just winks at me, and saunters out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

Oh, fuck. What the hell just happened?

Well, Edward tried to push our lovely Esme, and it looks like she knows how to push right back! lol Looks like the parental units might know a bit more than what the boys thought they did. Is this good news or bad for the boys?

Thanks for the fun stories in some of the reviews today. It's never cool to hear your parents getting it on, and even more embarrassing when you grow up and your own kids hear you! LOL

See you tomorrow!