Radio Edit Chapter 13 They Say It's Your Birthday, a twilight fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

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Please read the A/N at the end. I got sumthin' ta show ya! (10 points to whoever can tell me what that's from)

BPOV

"Bella? What's wrong, my love?"

I quickly wiped the tears from my face as Edward sat down on the couch next to me. I was looking at old family photo albums filled to the brim with pictures of trips to the zoo, backyard bar-b-ques, and holidays.

"I just miss my mom," I told him with a watery smile and a shrug.

He smiled softly at me and kissed my cheeks, taking the tears away with his lips.

"What step is she on now? You're able to write her letters now, right?"

"She's doing really well, actually. She's on step 4 or 5. I just wish I could see her. To have the visual reassurance that she is well. God, you saw how rough she was when we took her to Orchid's." I wiped a few more tears away. I was starting to get all stuffed up from the crying. A headache was the last thing I needed.

"Ugh, can we talk about something else?" I begged.

"Ok, your birthday is in a few weeks. What would you like to do?" Edward asked.

"Nothing," I deadpanned.

He laughed. LAUGHED.

"Oh, come on, Bella. At least let me take you to dinner?" He unleashed his boo boo face and I was done for.

"Ok, dinner would be nice." I could only stare, dazzled by his triumphant grin.

"We could invite the others, too, if you'd like? Just an intimate dinner party," Edward suggested.

"That's a great idea!" I beamed. It made me warm and tingly to see how well he knew me.

"Tell me about this picture, here," He said, pointing to a picture of me and my mom when I was around three years old.

She was all dressed up for an event with the Police Force with daddy. She had her hair in an elegant up do, and a flowing gown, I was dressed in my Rainbow Brite pajamas wearing her high heeled shoes that were obviously too big. Mom was crouched down and tilting my chin up to apply her lipstick to my lips. I sighed, lost in nostalgia.

"My parents were going to a charity ball for the Officer's. I remember watching my mom getting all gussied up. She was so excited. I begged for hours to go with them, and only relented when Emmett said he'd dance with me, and my mom said she'd help me get dressed up." I ran my fingers lightly over the photograph.

"Daddy put one of his old uniform shirts on Emmett and tried to tame his hair," I chuckled at the memory. "Em picked a dandelion for me and everything. We danced to 'Because You Loved Me' by Celine Dion. He let me dance on top of his feet." I turned the page to the picture of Emmett and me dancing.

Edward burst into violent guffaws when he saw the picture.

"That's Emmet?" He asked, pointing to the picture.

"Yeah…" I giggled. "Emmett had fire engine red hair, just like mom, until he was about 12 or 13. It went to the dark brown he has now when he hit puberty."

"Wow," Edward said, reining his laughter in.

I was done reminiscing, it hurt too much.

"Do you wunna watch a movie?" I asked him.

"Sure, baby. What are you in the mood for?"

"Hmmm… want to watch The Sandlot?"

"I've never seen it."

"WHAT?" How could this be?

"What's it about?" Edward furrowed his eyebrows in question.

"The Babe."

"A girl?" He was completely perplexed.

"A girl," I scoffed. "Yeah, yeah you were. Your tongue was hangin' outta your head! You were swoonin' 'Oh, Wendy Peffercorn…'" My quotes came to a halt at his incredulous face.

"Uh… what?"

"You're killing me, Smalls!"

"Who is 'Smalls'?"

I groaned in response and just carried about setting up the movie.

We snuggled up on my couch as I introduced Edward to the awesomeness of Yeah-Yeah, Squints, Smalls, Benny, and The Beast.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew I was groaning in my bed and slapping around the end table, trying to turn off my alarm. Oh, Piss off 4:30am!

Once I had it turned off, I cracked open one eye to take in my surroundings. Nobody is in a hurry to wake up this early in the morning. A piece of paper fluttering from the wind of the ceiling fan caught my attention. There was an origami swan sitting on top of a note next to my alarm clock.

My Bella,

Good morning, my love. I knew you had to get up early for work, so I took the liberty of tucking you in. I'm sorry I won't be able to see you until Monday night. I hate that I have to work long hours this weekend. Send me a, what do you call them? A "shout out"? Send me a 'shout out' over the air tonight when you're at Blue Martini.

I love you,

Overtime shifts, booo. I sighed and picked up the origami swan. How freaking sweet is he? I placed the origami swan on the tip of my nose and day-dreamed until I realized what a fucking nut I must look like. There you have it, Sawn. You're officially dickmatized.

No argument here, Inner Monologue! Have you seen, or better yet, FELT that thing? Yes. Yes you have. Case. In. Point.

Aaaaand, now I'm talking to myself.

I hauled my love sick ass out of bed and in to the shower.

Three hours later I was slipping on my headphones back on and chugging down my venti Caramel Macchiato.

"It's ready," Drew B announced when the Morning show came back on the air.

"Yes!" Emmett fist pumped and trotted over to the treadmill that was set up just outside the studio doors. "Let's do this, B!"

Bella took her headphones off and picked up the camera before joining Emmett in the office and checking the equipment.

"Turn this mic on, Drew B."

Drew B growled under his breath at Bella going back to referring to him by his stage name.

'Hello? Can ya hear me now, Rose? Drew B?" Emmett tested the mic's levels. He stood up straight, "How is it from this distance? Are we good?"

"Yeah, we got'cha," Rosalie informed. "Hopping on a Treadmill: Take one!"

"Alright," Bella started as she programmed the speed of the treadmill, "Treadmill is started…"

Emmett started to walk slowly, "Ok… we're at 2 mph. Just go with it for 2 miles, Rose?"

"Whatever…"

"Rose? It kinda makes me a little nervous not having eye contact, could you maybe move to Bella's mic so I can see you? Kinda like my coach. I need a little support!"

Emmett continued walking at the 2 mph as Rosalie moved for a better visual.

"You wunna maybe hop a little bit?" Bella suggested.

Emmett hopped easily at his current pace, the sound of his heavy footfalls thumping on the rubber belt.

"All day, baby! All day…"

Bella bumped up the speed to 5 mph and Emmett held on to the rails as he started to jog.

"We're at 5 miles an hour," Bella stated.

Emmett released the hand rails and continued to jog. He tried to hop but lost his footing and ended up hitting the emergency stop button.

"You broke the treadmill!" Bella exclaimed.

"No, I didn't!" Emmett defended.

"Then what happened?"

"He hit the stop button," Drew B said, pointing to the handrail.

"Oh… SORRY!" Emmett cried when the studio was all in an uproar.

"Take One… and a half!" Rosalie shouted.

Bella fired up the treadmill again, bringing it up to 6 mph this time.

"Oh. My. Gosh." Emmett mumbled, taking note of the increased speed and started to run. "Ok, I'm full out running now."

Bella boosted it up to 6.5mph and stifled a laugh at seeing Emmett's large form pound the treadmill.

"Ok, start hopping Emmet," Bella encouraged.

Emmett lifted one leg and tried to keep up the pace without putting his hands on the rail. He hopped a solid three times before he lost his footing and fell on his butt, the belt flinging him off the back.

"Oh, OH!" Bella covered her mouth in an emotion somewhere between amusement and concern.

Upon seeing that Emmett was, in fact, alright, the studio erupted in to laughter.

"Oh, Rosie," Emmett groaned, holding his hip as he crawled back to the treadmill, barely able to contain his own laughter.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this," Rosalie cautioned. "That speed kinda sneaks up on you."

"We gotta try it again, though- my technique was off!"He said, shaking his head.

The co-host exchanged glances before shrugging and proceeding with the stunt. Bella and Emmett resumed their respective places on, and next to, the treadmill.

"Take two! And, if it goes anywhere near the way take one did…. Take three, also," Rosalie commented.

Bella started Emmett off slow, with Rosalie providing commentary throughout the process for the listeners.

"Ok, here we go," Bella told Emmett.

Emmett started hopping as soon as the speed got to 2 miles per hour, thinking he, too, could work up to the pace. His hopping was strong and balanced.

"Oh, here we go!" Bella said, thinking that maybe this just might work.

"Yesss," Emmett hissed. "I got this, I got this, I got this…"

"Alright, I'm bumping it up to 6," Bella said as she increased the speed.

Emmett was able to keep pace until it hit 5pmh.

"HOLY…"

Emmett fell backwards, flat on his back, and flew head first into the office behind him.

"OOOOOOH!" Bella cried, running to check on her brother.

Emmett quickly rolled over and jumped up to his feet to start walking back to the treadmill.

"It does something, man. I get in to the groove, and then as soon as... I'm tellin' ya!" He cried when he saw everyone in variable states of humor.

Seeing the treading still running, as Bella had not turned it off, Emmett trotted over and stepped on to the steps that ran next to the belt, shuffling up to the front.

"Keep it goin', keep it goin'…."

Emmett started hopping while holding on to the rails. Once he found a steady rhythm, he let go of the rails and was able to keep up.

"Oh, I'm back! I'm back!" Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

As soon as the words left his cocky mouth, Emmett under hopped and tripped, falling face first. His whole upper body slammed into the control panel, breaking the screen off.

"OOOOO! Tuck 'n roll, Em! Tuck 'n roll!" Bella screamed as she watched her brother's body bounce off the panel and fall.

Emmett hit the belt with an 'OOF' before being tossed head over heels off the treadmill.

He lay face down on the carpet, catching his breath for a few seconds, before popping back up.

"Take Four!" He boomed with authority, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck.

Bella started the machine and brought it up to full speed, 6 mph.

"Here we go, Rose," Em murmured.

He hesitated before hopping on… and getting thrown off.

"Do you see where he's going wrong, Rose?" Drew B asked.

Before an answer could be produced, Emmett dashed back to the rungs of the treadmill.

"One more time! Goonie's never say die!"

He was, surprisingly, able to keep a good, steady pace.

"I'm back, baby. I'm back," Emmett said easily, holding his palms up and shrugging.

Then, slowly, the treadmill came to a stop.

"What the hell?" Emmett asked

"You pushed the stop button," Bella pointed out.

"No, I didn't!"

"Whatever! Take five," Rosalie called.

Bella fired up the machine back up to 6 mph. Emmett, again, stood on the side rungs. He rolled and tucked his pant legs up.

"To provide more freedom to move," he explained to the confused faces.

"It's at 6.6 mph," Emmett stated, bouncing in place.

"6.6!" Rose repeated.

Emmett took a deep breath and jumped on. He quickly lost his footing and grabbed the rails, only to let go just as quick, so not to stop the time clock.

"NOPE! You touched 'em!" Bella fist pumped.

"Damnit!" Emmett said, falling and skinning his knee in the process.

"Is it over?" Emmett pouted, defeated.

"Yes," Rose said simply.

A collective 'Awwwww' sounded through the airwaves.

xXxXxXxXxXxXx

A few weeks had passed since the 'Hopping on a Treadmill' debacle of 2010. Edward was due to pick me up for my birthday dinner in a few minutes. He didn't give me very much information, just that I needed to wear a semi formal black and white dress and that we were meeting everyone at a restaurant.

So, here I stood, in my black and white printed dress. I added a hot pink sash to sass it up. It is my birthday after all. I had also selected a pair of heels that matched the sash.

I walked over to stand in front of the mirror and twirled in a circle. I was surprisingly excited to go to dinner with everyone. I wonder if everyone else had been given a dress code, too.

The knock at the door triggered my heart to jump into my throat. I smoothed my hair and dress down once more before walking to the door. I took a deep breath and turned the knob.

Holyfuckingshit.

Edward was wearing a suit.

Edward.

In a suit.

Sigh.

Edward seemed to be in a similar state of shock. I ran my hand over the top of my dress to make sure nothing of significance was hanging out. My movement snapped him out of his- whatever, and he raised his hand to rub awkwardly at the back of his neck.

"Bella," he squeaked before clearing his throat, "Bella, you are… a vision."

I bit my lip and felt my face flush as I toed the carpet with my shoe.

"Thank you, Edward. You look very handsome tonight," I said, looking up at him through my lashes.

"Won't you come in?" I opened the door wider and waved my hand into the apartment.

Edward hesitated, stuffing his hands in his pants pockets, and looked off to the side. He suddenly looked very uncertain.

"Edward?" I asked in a small voice. "What…"

He held out his hand towards something to the side of my door. A figure stepped into his side, and he pulled her in close with his arm around her shoulder.

I was frozen. I could not have moved even if the whole fucking building had gone up in perilous flames.

What the…

My gaze darted between Edward and the new addition, trying to make sense of what I was seeing.

My heart rate quickened and the sound pounded in my ears, my stomach sank to my feet, and my breathing stopped momentarily before breaking out in to harsh gasps.

I covered my lax jaw with my hand as I felt and saw stinging tears fill my vision.

xXxXxXxXx

We had gotten to the French restaurant, L'Escalier, before the rest of the crew and were seated in a private corner near the ballroom. The low, golden glow of the chandeliers and ornamental wall sconces cast a romantic luminosity throughout the dining hall. Rich fabrics hugged plush curved banquette-style sofas that wrapped delicately around cloth covered tables set with crystal and silver settings to create a seductive ambiance of exclusive elegance.

The Breakers signature restaurant, L'Escalier, was the recipient of the coveted AAA Five Diamond Award and also received Wine Spectator's highest honor, its Grand Award, every year since its inception in 1981.

Basically, we're all going to look like a barrel full of fucking monkeys in this place.

The three of us had just taken our seats when I heard Emmett.

"MOM!"

I looked at my mother, sitting to my right and gave her a glorious smile. She got up and hugged Emmett tightly. While they were having their moment, I turned to Edward.

"I love you so much, thank you again for bringing my mom." I kissed him sweetly.

It wasn't enough. I ran my hand up to cup his jaw while my tongue slid across his bottom lip. He opened up to me immediately, his tongue melting against mine. I pushed my hand further back to tangle in his hair at the nape of his neck and Edward reached across my body to pull me closer by my hip.

"Ahem," a non distinct throat cleared.

We broke apart reluctantly and turned to the rest of our friends and family who all had amused looks on their faces. Well, except for Emmett; he was determinedly looking at something else.

I gave them all a sheepish smile and got up to hug our new arrivals. Everyone wished me a 'Happy Birthday', and Rose and Alice shoved gift bags and wrapped boxes in to my arms. We all settled back down at the table and instantly Alice started bouncing in place, her eyes darting from me to Edward, then to Renee and back.

"So…" she started, "How did this come about?"

"Well, I just got to level 6," mom stated proudly. "I guess Edward had put in a call to Orchid's and had this little outing arranged. When he came to pick me up this afternoon he had this nice dress, these shoes and stuff. The nurses helped me with my hair and makeup." She turned to Edward, fighting away tears.

"Thank you again. Words cannot describe how happy I am that Bella has you in her life." She wiped a wayward tear from her cheek.

Edward pulled me closer and kissed my temple, "I'm lucky to have her, Renee."

Sniffles came from all of us girls, and Jasper and Emmett awkwardly cleared their throats.

We placed our orders and sat around chatting about past birthdays, and catching up on Renee's recovery. I took the time to look over my mom. She definitely looked better. Her skin had a healthy glow, she wasn't stuttering or shaking anymore, her eyes were clear, and she no longer looked defeated. Pride swelled in my heart for her.

When Edward showed up at my door with my mom, I could hardly breathe. We were both crying and hugging and squealing, and ended up having to fix our makeup and keep a cool compress to our faces on the ride here. I couldn't believe Edward had gone to such lengths for me. Just a few weeks ago I was crying to him about missing my mother and now, here she is! He had to orchestrate special privileges in order to get Renee out for the night and he willingly jumped through those hoops. For me.

Noticing that everyone else's attention was otherwise diverted, I leaned in close to Edward, pulling him down to me further by his tie, and tipped my head up to his ear.

"I'm going to make you cum so hard tonight," I whispered.

His eyes bugged out of his head and his breath hitched, causing him to choke on his saliva. Edward started hacking and coughing while I patted his back and handed him his water glass, smirking.

All eyes turned to us, etched with concern. Edward finally regained his composure and wiped his mouth before turning to gape at me. I smiled innocently up at him and he just shook his head, trying to hide his cheeky grin. Oh yeah, he likes it.

"So anyway," Emmett picked up his story where he left off, "Bella rips her shirt off and starts screaming her head off, running around in circles!"

"What?" I half-screech, not having any fucking idea why my brother is telling everyone I disrobed.

"Weren't you listening? Remember that one birthday of yours when you were like, 7 or 8, and you thought I put a spider down your shirt?" he chuckled. "Man that was awesome. You were wearing a training bra, even though you didn't need to."

"Emmett called them 'ant bites'," Renee giggled from behind her napkin.

I rolled my eyes as everyone laughed at my expense.

As we were finishing dessert an orchestra started playing in a small room off to the side of the dining room. Emmett perked up and held out his hand to me.

"May I dance with the birthday girl?" he smiled.

I giggled and nodded, taking his hand. He hoisted me up and led me to the edge of the floor.

"Wait here," he mumbled before walking over to the orchestra. He spoke briefly with the conductor, who nodded, before walking back over to me.

"What was that about?" I asked.

"You'll see," he said as strings of Celine Dion's 'Because You Loved Me' wafted about the ballroom.

I gasped and looked up at Emmett who had a beaming proud smile on his face.

"Oh, Emmett," I cried, and pulled him in to a fierce hug.

He lifted me up on to his shoes and began to lead me across the floor eloquently.

"Wow, you're dancing skills have improved, Em! I'm impressed!"

"Yeah, well yours haven't. I still have to cart your little ass around," he chuckled, but the brotherly love that radiated from him warmed me through and through.

He twirled me around the dance floor and dipped me when the song was coming to a close.

"Happy Birthday, Bells." I smiled and kissed his cheek.

Edward walked up to us then with an apologetic smile, and placed his hand on the small of my back.

"I'm sorry, baby, but it's time to take your mom back to Orchid's."

Emmett shook hands with Edward, and then suddenly pulled him in to one of those awkward man-hug things. I said goodbye to the girls and Jasper, and then Edward escorted mom and me back to the car.

I rode in the back seat with my mom and held her hand the whole way. Edward told me to go ahead and walk my mom in to the centre while he handled the paperwork, so I could have a few minutes alone with her.

On our walk back to her room I told her how proud of her I was, and how much I love her. She showed me all the little crafts they did in her therapy sessions, and pictures of her and some staff members and other women in recovery. I could tell that she was proud of herself, and that was tremendously important. She fully believed in herself this time, that she could beat this addiction once and for all. We exchanged tearful 'I love you's' and hugged again before it was time for me to leave.

Edward was waiting for me in the lobby.

"Are you ready to go, Sweetheart?" he asked sweetly and held out his arm for me to take.

I hooked my arm in his crook of his elbow and just nodded, whipping away rogue tears, as he loaded me back into the car.

xXxXxXxXx

"I have something for you," Edward said once we'd entered my apartment, and reached in to his pocket. He turned me around so that I was facing away from him, pulled my hair to one side, and placed wet, open mouthed kissed along my shoulder and neck.

I felt something cool and metallic on my skin and brought my hand up to feel what it was. Edward clasped the necklace and I picked up the charm. It was a platinum origami swan charm on a platinum box chain.

"Oh, Edward!" I gasped, spinning around to face him, "It's beautiful."

"I love you, Bella. Happy Birthday," he said, and cupped my face between his hands and kissed me sweetly.

I looked up at him and smiled shyly. "You made my birthday perfect, Edward. I don't even…" I trailed off. I couldn't come up with any words to describe how thankful I was for what he did for me. But then I remembered that I didn't have to use words…

I slipped my hand down Edward's arm and took a hold of his wrist. I tugged him along with me to the living room and pushed him down to sit on the couch. He looked at me with questions and excitement in his eyes.

"I believe, Dr. Cullen," I started as I powered up my iPod, "That I once told you," I selected my song of choice, "that if you played your wooing cards right…" I looked over my shoulder at him.

Realization sparked in his eyes and he sat up a little straighter, rubbing his palms on his thighs and licking his lips.

The guitar riffs and seductive bass beats of TLC's 'Red Light Special' pumped through the speakers. With my back still turned towards him, I swayed my hips from side to side.

Take a good look at it
Look at it now
Might be the last time you'll
Have a go round
I'll let you touch it if you'd
Like to go down
I'll let you go further
If you take the southern route

I gathered my hair, brought it over my shoulder and grasped the zipper on the back of my dress. I lowered the zipper so slowly that I could feel as each individual set of teeth unlocked, loosening its hold on my body.

Don't go too fast
Don't go too slow
You've got to let your body flow
I like 'em attentive
And I like 'em in control

I let the straps of my dress slip down my arms and pool at my feet, leaving me dressed only in my black lace bra and panties… and hot pink stiletto heels.

Baby it's yours
All yours
If you want it tonight
I'll give you the red light special
All through the night
Baby it's yours
All yours
If you want it tonight
Just come through my door
Take off my clothes
And turn on the red light

I turned around gradually to face him and was taken aback by his expression. Edward's eyes were almost completely black, his breathing harsh and ragged, his hands clawed at the couch cushions next to his thighs. I very nearly ripped the rest of my clothes off and just laid myself before him as an offering.

I know that you want me I can
See it in your eyes
You might as well be honest 'cause the
Body never lies
Tell me your secrets and I'll
I'll tell you mine
I'm fellin' quite sexy
And I want you for tonight
If I move too fast just let me know
'Cause it means you move too slow
I like some excitement
And I like a man that goes

I strutted my way to stand in front of him and his hands twitched at his sides. Still rocking to the beat of the song, I ran my hands over my breast, across my ribcage and down my hips and thighs. The feeling of the skin to skin contact, even if it was my own, caused goose bumps to form over my skin. I bit my lip and let my head loll backward on my neck. I heard Edwards groan and shift around. At the feeling of his hands tugging me forward to him by my hips, I impulsively snapped my head forward so that I could see him.

Edward ran his nose over my very wet, panty covered center, and inhaled deeply before letting out a bottomless moan. My breath hitched when he trailed the flat of his tongue up to the waistband and took it between his teeth. He tugged my panties down to my knees where he took over with his hands to push them down to my ankles, where I then stepped out of them.

If you want me
Let me know it
I'll make time but
You've got to show it
If you need me
I want to see
But don't mistake me
I don't want you down on your knees
I need someone a real man
I need someone who understands
I'm a woman a real woman
I know just what I want
I know just who I am

When he leaned forward, I grabbed his hair in my fist and tugged his head back so I could look him in the eye.

"This is my show," I whispered, and pushed him by the shoulders so that he was sitting back against the couch.

I made quick work of the belt and zipper of his pants, as I was getting alarmingly desperate to feel him inside of me. While I was bent over, Edward took the opportunity to nuzzle his face between my breasts; kissing, licking, and nipping at the soft skin. I whimpered and ripped his pants and his underwear down his legs before crashing my lips to his and climbing onto his lap. Edward bit in to my lip only to sooth the sting away with a swipe of his slick tongue. I pawed frantically at the buttons on his shirt before just ripping it open and sending the buttons to scatter throughout my apartment. I scraped my nails down Edward's newly exposed chest, causing a chain reaction; Edward hissed out a breath and bucked his hips which brought his rock hard cock in direct contact with my over sensitive flesh, making me cry out in turn.

Our eyes locked for an intense moment. My body was trembling with want and need.

"Bella," Edward choked, "I need… I need to be inside you." His grip on my hips became deliciously painful.

I placed my hands on his broad shoulders to steady myself and moved into to position, hovering over him. Reaching down, I took hold of him and placed him at my entrance before sinking down slowly. Ohhh…. I let out a contented sigh, letting my head fall back, and started rocking my hips in time with the seductive pulse of the song.

"Oh, Bella…" Edward moaned. He met my hips, thrust for thrust, and used his hands to help guide me.

My whole being was filled to the brim; my body filled with his and my heart full of love for him. The emotions, coupled with the physical manifestation thereof, rocked my very soul. He took me by the heart and shattered it wide open, exposing me for what I was; hopelessly and unconditionally in love with this incarnation of my heart. He woke me up, broke me out of the haze where I would hide. I've never loved like this before, bearing all my heart and soul. It felt like I was finally living for the very first time.

I felt my body coil and moved with more purpose, my hands slipping off of Edward's sweat-slicked skin. He pulled me flush against him and encircled my waist with an iron vice hold. I slammed against him repeatedly, finally having the sense to dig my fingers into the cushions of the couch on either side of his head to provide leverage. He licked and suck he column of my neck, grunting and moaning.

"Edward… Mmmmmmm." He was hitting that spot. I couldn't hold on any longer.

"Cum for me, B. I can feel you. I can fucking feel you," Edward groaned through clenched teeth.

His words spurred on my climax and I was soaring.

"Oh! OH!...Unghhh."

Exactly three pumps later and Edward tumbled into nirvana with me, completely unable to form a coherent thought.

I lay there with my forehead resting on Edward's shoulder and his hands rubbing up and down my spine, both of us catching our breath and exchanging whispers of love.

A/N:

Hey, bitches. *grins* I totally suggest firing up your favorite music player and listening to that TLC song during that scene.

Ever wonder what's going through E's head? Guess what, he's on Twitter…. And he's a mouthy SOB! He doesn't always stay in character, so if you show him your panties, he will rip them off of you. Just ask KylaPricky! Go follow him (at)Medward_Cullen. You'd have know this a week ago if you were following me, (at)PinkHoodie85

Links to the Hopping on a Treadmill stunt, outfits, and Bella's necklace on my profile.