A/N : Okay, okay. I'm being a huge tease with a little slash action. I know and I'm sorry. But he also needs to have some fun with Bella and the competition needs to start.

More blabbing at the end. Mother and Son time!

EPOV

My mother, Queen Esme, smiled brightly as she spotted me making my way to her and opened her arms for a hug as I neared, "My beautiful man!" she exclaimed, yanking me into her embrace.

"Morning Mother," I chuckled, running a hand through her thick caramel colored hair and kissing her pale cheek.

"Did you have a nice sleep? No bad dreams again?" she asked, turning serious as she raised an eyebrow and sat back down beside my quiet Father.

I shook my head, "No, not lately." I looked to my Father before sitting down across from him, "Morning Father."

"Morning, Edward," he grumbled, running a hand through his sun bleached blond hair that was peppered with hairs the color of dried clay.

I huffed at his detached approach to me and looked back at my mother who still had a kind, nurturing heart unlike the cold stone of her husbands.

"So, Mother, what are the plans for the day?" I asked her, giving her a grin and watching as her round face filled with joy.

"Well," she started, clasping her hands together, turning her body to face me, "I was thinking that we could go to the games today. There will be wrestlers in the stadium!" she claimed excitedly.

I threw my head back and laughed at my mother and her school-girl obsession of rippling men adorned in nothing but a cloth, which barely covered their cock and ass, tossing each other about in the gritty sand.

My father decided to spoil the fun with his pessimistic attitude. "Really, Esme?" He gave her a look of disgust before rising to his feet and stalking over to his chamber.

"I should knock him over the head," I growled, glaring as he disappeared from my sight.

Esme touched my hand. "Now, now, Edward. He's just stressed and over-thinking everything since the day he steps down from the throne is so close at hand. Don't take it so personally."

My temper instantly deflated as I couldn't help but smile at my kind mother. "I know, my lady."

She paused for a second, looking between the hallway that led to her Husband and back at me, her lip affixed between her teeth. She looked seriously conflicted.

I raised my eyebrow at her in question.

"Can we please go to the stadium, Edward?" she blurted, looking like she should be punished for saying that.

I chuckled, "Yes, Mother. We'll go after our evening meal, okay?"

"Good boy!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together and enthusiastically tapping my hand on the table. "You're a good boy, Edward!"

"I know." I nodded with a cocky grin. My smile turned seductive when I saw the young girl I had ordered to find my Jasper was bringing him this way, passing at a distance. "I have to go now, Mother. I'll see you for dinner."

A/N : Hey y'all. You like?

So yesterday a couple friends and I ran down town for a NOH8 Campaign photoshoot.. AMAZING experience. If you see them coming your way - GO! Marriage Equality and Anti-Discrimination! And hell fucking yeah for Obama supporting gay marriage and BOO for North Carolina passing a ban on it.