I whined softly as light hit my eyes, rolling over and nestling my face into a warm body. It smelled familiar, but it felt strange. With a strangled groan I lifted my head and looked at who I was laying on. Alice's stomach was under my head, and she had her legs stretched out across Rose's back, whose feet were tangled with mine beneath the blanket. I looked up at the window, squinting, and rolled my eyes, then dropped my head back down to Alice's stomach. The boys were standing there, looking smug. Why was I the only one who wasn't a heavy sleeper? I heard a soft chuckle and looked back, then immediately covered my ears. Emmett had an airhorn in hand.

"WHAT THE HELL?" screamed Rosalie, jerking up, her tank top riding low on her cleavage. Alice just rolled over and glared up at the ceiling.

"Emmett...you know how much I hate that, don't you?" Emmett nodded and lowered the airhorn, scratching his nose. "I'll pay you back, you understand." He nodded, still grinning slightly. I rolled over.

"I swear...I swear, Emmett..." Rose trailed off, eyes glinting dangerously.

"Um, sorry, baby?" he replied. Her eyebrow twitched and I blinked. She hated it when people called her baby. Guess Emmett's an exception.

"It was Emmett's idea," Edward and Jasper said at the same time. I rolled my eyes. Of course it was. Edward approached the bed and lifted me off of it, sweeping me into his arms. I smiled and relaxed in his arms.

"Good idea, you two! Make your way down to the kitchen!" We made it down, and Alice banned Jasper, Emmett, and Rose from the kitchen. I laid down on my stomach on the table, resting on my elbows as Edward sat precariously on the edge of his chair, feeding me off of a small plate in his hand, holding a fork to my lips with the other. "Wonderful." When Alice was almost finished, Emmett decided that he had had enough of being banned from the food and burst into the kitchen, just as I closed my lips around the fork Edward was holding. I looked at him, fork still held between my lips.

"Emmett!"

"You're naked on the table!" Emmett groaned, moving to the fridge. "You had better bleach it before you leave."

"It's not like they're having sex on it," Alice reprimanded.

"It doesn't matter!" re retorted. "Bella's naked lady parts are all over it!"

"Get out, Emmett," Edward sighed as he threw a napkin over my ass. "We can't work with you here."

"Damn right you can't," he snickered, sitting at the island. "So go find somewhere else and clean the table."

"We aren't leaving, Emmett," snarled Alice. "And if you don't leave I'm going to smash your face into your oatmeal, then light it on fire." With a hurt expression, he clutched it to his chest and exited, grumbling.

"Alice, you really don't need to be so mean to him," I sighed with a smile.

"He just does it for attention, Bella, you should know that," Edward said, tapping my nose with the fork.

"I don't see how he could do that all the time though."

"It really doesn't matter," Alice said. "Now get the napkin off your butt and let me finish this, kay?" Rose popped her head in a few minutes later.

"Um, just a quick question. The big ceramic armadillo in the second floor hallway wasn't a family heirloom or anything, was it?" We turned to look at her, and she put her hands up. "I might have kicked Emmett who backed into Jasper, who fell into the table and knocked it down the stairs..."

"Um, no. No, that's fine."

"I'll clean it up, in a roundabout way it's my fault," she said, sticking her tongue out before leaving.

"Why did you have a ceramic armadillo?" I asked.

"It was a present," Alice muttered.

"From one of her ex-boyfriends," Edward snickered. "It was a model of his first pet."

"Shut your trap, Edward," his sister snapped. I laughed. "You think it's funny, Bella, but he wouldn't shut up about this thing! Honestly, that was what ninety eight percent of our conversation was about."

"Why were you dating him, then?"

"His mother was a silk weaver," she replied, sniffing. "I found another one."

"You dated him because his mother was a silk weaver?" asked Edward incredulously. "I didn't know that!"

"You didn't have to-I was the one dating him."

"Alice...are we done yet?"

"I don't understand why you and Edward haven't just screwed each other's brains out yet," Rose said as we sat in our kitchen. I sighed, blushing.

"Rose. We haven't gotten that far yet."

"You've spent every night for the past month in his bed and you 'haven't gotten there yet'?" she repeated. "Have you...tried anything?"

"Not every night! And no, Rose. We spend our time talking and getting to know each other. I don't just want to screw some random guy."

"He's not just some random guy, he's Edward! The man you are posing for naughty naked paintings with!"

"They are not naughty, Rose, they're tasteful and nude," I retorted, sticking my tongue out at her.

"It's pretty much the same thing!" I sighed.

"No, it's not. Edward and I..." I paused. "Edward and I both want a long term relationship with someone special. We think that someone special is us, but we want to be absolutely sure. I mean, honestly, I'm not ready for something massive, like getting married, or having kids, you know?"

"See, Bella- that's exactly what I want. I want to get married and have kids to run around and play with. And I want them soon. But I'm also not just going to have some random jackass's kids, I want someone who will raise them with me."

"So...have sex with Emmett."

"I have but-"

"WHAT? Rose! Was this not important enough to tell your sister? How long has this been happening?"

"Only about a week, but back to you-"

"No, you are telling me how this started. As your sister I have the right to know this, don't I?"

"Oh, guilt me into it, why don't you?" she grumbled. I laughed.

"Go on, sister mine. Spill."

"We went to dinner that night you, Edward and Alice were painting on that boat down at the beach. It was fun, Bella, he took me out for burgers and shakes at that retro diner in town, and there was a car show that night, so we were drooling all over the muscle cars and stuff, and he just pulled me under the neon sign and kissed me."

"Aw, that's so sweet!" I cried, throwing my arms around her.

"I know...but then he brought me over to one of them and told me it was his, and asked if I wanted to go for a drive, so I drove around for a while and we talked, and then we switched places and he drove me up to the cliffs, and we watched the stars as we laid on the hood, and things just picked up from there," she grinned, blushing.

"Wow, who knew Emmett was such a romantic," I said, propping my chin on my fist. "That's super great, Rose. I'm happy for you."

"I'm happy too...now it's your turn, Bella," she laughed.

"I should have known you'd beat me again, Rose," I said, standing and stretching. She looked up at me.

"I hope that doesn't bother you."

"Nah, not really. As long as it's with a guy that you really like, and you're tested and using protection-"

"We both want kids, Bella," she said softly, a small smile on her face.

"Emmett said he's always wanted a big family, and that if I had any of his children, he'd care for them."

"Are you...planning on getting married?" I asked worriedly.

"Well...I'd like to. Bella, he's the best man I've ever met. I could see myself marrying him tomorrow and being happy for the rest of my life."

"I wouldn't let you get married tomorrow," I replied, smiling. "There's not enough time to pull everything together." There was a long silence as I watched my sister smile dreamily out the window.

"Would you marry Edward, Bella?" she asked suddenly. I jerked slightly.

"Well, I suppose if he asked. One day. I'm not going to jump into anything, Rose, especially not something that has potential to completely change my life."

"That's smart. I'm glad one of us is level headed."

"Me too, otherwise we'd both be uneducated and working on corners," I chuckled.

"Are you kidding? I'd start my own brothel or something," she replied, shaking her head in disgust. "And I'd make sure everyone was tested- because I refuse to be the means in which someone picks something up. And my girls would get paid on commission, and there wouldn't be assholes, and there would be consent forms-"

"Alright, Rose, I think I've heard enough about your brothel idea."

"Yeah, people might start thinking I was serious..."

"I almost thought you were serious," I told her.

"But enough about me, tell me about how you're going to proceed with Edward."

"I don't know, I mean, I suppose we're going to keep talking, and just let things happen."

"You can't always just 'let things happen', Bella!" she exclaimed. "Sometimes you have to give things a push!"

"Oh, yes, like what, Rose? He's already seen me naked, so there's no pushing there."

"You need to wear something sexy once in a while," she replied, pulling me out of my chair and towards her room. "I have a couple of things that might fit you."

"No, Rose, that's fine, I really don't need to know what you have in your closet."

"My toys are all in their box and out of sight, so don't freak out, Bella, they're just clothes. Sit," she ordered, pushing me onto the stool at her vanity as she began rummaging through her closet. "I've got some blue stuff, but I think you need to branch out. Here," she said, emerging with a silk and lace bustier. "Try that on and I'll keep digging." I took it, but sat there looking at it for a good ten seconds before blushing hotly.

"Rose! I can't wear this, Alice pretty much watches every time I get naked with Edward!"

"You sleep with him naked, don't you?" was her reply. I had no answer, so I sighed and stripped, then tried it on. It fit, though it was a little snug around the breasts. Rose came out. "I can't believe you have bigger breasts than I do, Bella." I looked down. "We're going to go out tomorrow and get you your own stuff, because as much as I love you, I'm not letting you use my underwear."

"That's-that's perfectly fine, Rose," I said, looking at myself in the mirror. My hip bones and a few inches of my flat stomach peeked out of the bottom of the bustier, and my cleavage was pushed up and nipples barely covered. "I think I need a size bigger."

"Are you kidding, your breasts are the perfect size for that," she retorted. "In fact, you're keeping that one, because I never use it anyway, and I don't want to wear it anymore, because I'll feel inadequate now that I've seen your boobs in it," she laughed.

"I'm sorry, Rose-"

"That's not something to apologize for, Bella," she said, smiling. "Don't worry about it, it's not like my breasts are tiny or anything."

"That's true," I replied, looking back and forth between us. "I never notice mine were bigger."

"Me neither, probably because you're always wearing sports bras."

"They're comfortable," I defended.

"And keep you at least a size smaller than you actually are," Rose added.

"Yeah, but they're still comfortable."

"Isn't that?" my sister questioned. I blushed slightly.

"Well, yeah..."

"Hold on while I get changed," she said, popping back into her closet. She emerged a couple of minutes later in a pale green spaghetti strapped corset top. "We are going to sit in these all night, watch horror movies with the lights on, get only slightly drunk, and talk. To the couch!"