Chapter 4: Tell Me

Bella POV

After my shower, I wasn't sure where to go. I always slept in Edward's room but I knew I couldn't stay in there now. It wasn't like he was here to stop me but I would feel disgusting sleeping in his room. I'd just showered and didn't want to feel like that.

Jazz came upstairs and, sensing my confusion, chuckled and took my hand. I smiled and let him lead me down the hallway towards his and Alice's room but, instead of taking me in his room, he opened a door across the hall that I'd never noticed before.

I walked in to find Peter leaning against the headboard of a California King Four-poster bed. I smiled at him and turned to thank Jasper but he'd already gone.

"Thanks, Jazz, I appreciate it," I murmured, knowing he'd hear me. He sent me a small dose of happiness and comfort in return, making my smile grow a bit. My brothers really were strange in how they acted and, in Jasper's case, the emotions they sent.

Peter patted the spot on the bed next to him and I climbed up and curled up underneath the covers. We sat looking at each other for a while, just taking in each other's features. After about twenty minutes of this, I broke the quiet stillness by taking his large, cold hand in mine.

"We need to talk. Trust me, it's not a bad thing, we just need to get to know each other. I know that we're mates but I want to love you for who you are and for you to feel the same about me instead of just loving each other because of the pull we feel. That's not fair to either of us. We could set boundaries on what we talk about and ask questions about and, when we get more comfortable with each other, we could push the boundaries back a bit if you'd like. I'm sure there are things about your past that you're not comfortable talking about with me at the moment, and that's fine. Just let me know what my boundary line is and I promise not to put a single toe over it."

With a blazing smile that literally took my breath away, he swiped a stray strand of hair behind my ear and kissed my forehead.

"Bella, Bella, Bella. There are things that I wouldn't share with the average person, or vampire, because they are that horrible. However, you're my mate and I will tell you anything and everything that you want to know about me; then, when you know all of that, I'll tell you everything that you don't want to know about me, just so that you know everything about me and who I am. The things in my past that are horrendous helped mold me into the snarky bastard that I am. I'm a vampire that's been hardened by war and a manipulative bitchpire named Maria. If it wasn't for Jazz letting Charlotte and I go I don't know who or where I'd be. I do know that if it wasn't for him I probably wouldn't have ever met you. I want to get to love you for you as well but, right now, you need to sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up and, if I'm not, you can have Jasper and Emmett kick my ass; it would take them both because Emmett doesn't have the sheer skill it would take to beat me and Jasper doesn't have the brute strength he'd need."

I giggled as I heard both Emmett and Jasper yell (most likely for my benefit) "We fucking heard that you asshole!" There was a resounding double 'crack' and I heard Esme yell "Boys, language!"

Peter helped me out of bed so I could change out of my sweats and hoodie and into something more comfortable for bed. As I walked back out of the walk-in closet dressed in the matching royal blue camisole and boy shorts that Alice laid out for me I heard a deep intake of breath, then Peter had me under the blankets in the blink of an eye. I laughed for a few seconds and asked what was wrong.

"Bella, we're not alone in here at the moment babe. And I was told that you're incredibly observant," Peter said while shaking his head. "Plus, if I were to look at you in those scraps of material for much longer than I did, it wouldn't be on your body any longer and you are in absolutely no shape for any physical activity at this moment."

In my typical fashion, I could feel a blush coming on at his words and it deepened when I noticed Carlisle, Jasper, and Emmett sitting on the other side of the room with their wives in their laps. The fact that the women and Peter saw me in my undies didn't bother me at all; hell, not even Carlisle bothered me that much since he'd fixed so many injuries for me. The fact that Emmett and Jasper had seen me like that, however, was embarrassing as hell.

"Alright everyone, out you go, Petey here has been trying to get me to go to sleep for a while now and…Jasper, what the hell are you laughing at?"

Jasper had started laughing his ass off about three seconds after I started talking. I looked at Pete and I could feel the blood drain from my face at his expression. He looked absolutely feral and it was absolutely sexy as hell.

"Y'all better get out, I think I need to calm my mate down now."

Everyone left and Emmett had Jasper slung over his shoulder because Jazz was still laughing so hard he couldn't even walk. I looked at Peter and said, "Baby, what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that? What did I say?"

"Nobody, and I mean nobody, calls me Petey." Then he pounced.

A/N: I know, I know, it's a cliffie. Do y'all hate me yet? Please don't. I'm sorry it's so short but I really wanted to end it there. Thanks to all of you who are following this story and a million thanks to all of my reviewers! Mwah!

Also, thanks to 01katie for being my pre-reader for this chapter. Hopefully she's not as ready to kill me as the rest of you are!

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