Same disclaimer applies-Twilight belongs to S.M., but the idea of this story is mine.

Many thanks to my awesome betas and friends - TeamAllTwilight and m0t0b33.


"Tell me everything!" Victoria says excited, bouncing in her seat.

I put my purse on the table, pull out a chair and drop onto it.

"Give me a few minutes. What did you order here?" I point to my glass.

"Water." She beams at me.

"Right. Still a couple years to go until the big two-one." I laugh.

"You're just as fun as my brother."

I gasp, clutching at my heart. We both dissolve in a fit of giggles.

"In all seriousness." I gulp down some water. "I didn't get to sit much today. It's been crazy."

"Aw, sorry to hear that. I was in classes and got bored to the maximum."

"I'll take college any time to the madness at work." I wink.

"You're lucky to work near your husband."

I grin so big, my cheeks hurt. "It's so nice…the sound of it."

"If I didn't know it, I'd say you love him more," she comments.

"That's possible. It's different, you know? It feels different now that we're married." I play with my rings. "Have you exchanged the ILYs with James?"

She giggles and turns red. "Yes. At your wedding."

"Aw. Did it feel different after that?" I check.

She cocks her head, fingering her plaited tail that rests on her left shoulder. "I guess. It was so beautiful."

The waiter arrives at our table and we order lunch. Once he's gone, Vic leans over the table, looking expectantly at me, a glint in her eyes. "Spill, dear sister. But please leave out all the gory details."

I laugh. "Well then, sister," I tease. "I don't have much to tell you." My face feels warm at admitting that I spent my honeymoon in bed, or more accurately, exploring my sexual relationship with my husband.

"Then what the hell did you tell Mom and Dad?"

I giggle nervously. "We showed them pictures. There are around one hundred pictures…mostly of sunrise and sunset, the turtles in the hotel's lobby, some silly designs I did in the sand with my foot…nothing spectacular."

"Oh. My. God! You spent the entire honeymoon locked in your room? Seriously?"

"Shh!" I hiss, glancing around. "We didn't do that all the time."

"I don't believe you. Wow. I can't believe I'm saying this, but my brother must be…uh, I can't say it, actually."

I shake my head amused. "He is." I grin. "He's amazing. By the way, thank you for the present."

She winks. "I went shopping with James. We wanted to buy you something together, but then I saw that kit and he didn't seem convinced, so he bought Edward something separately."

"Yeah. Edward's using the shaving kit." I nod.

We keep talking, and eventually, Vic caves and asks me for dirty details promising to think Edward is just a common friend. I am vague, because I bet she's not as kinky as us.

Our lunch meeting is cut short when Seth calls me with an emergency about the new girl, Jenny, who did something or another.

When I arrive on our floor, I bump hard into someone, not really paying attention to where I'm going. It's just Edward, and he seems to be in a playful mood.

I step to the right to move around him, he steps to his left, blocking my path. We keep dancing like that, until he wounds his arms around my waist, lifting me off the floor and kissing me.

"Edward," I moan into his mouth, hearing my phone ringing again. "I'm busy."

"I missed you," he whispers, letting his hands slide to my ass. "When you have a break, come to my office."

"I think you missed the sneaking around here at work, but don't we do enough sneaking at home?"

"Which we really shouldn't."

I peck his lips as he lets me down. "I'll come to you the second I'm free."

"Good." He gives me a slap on the ass and then walks with a swagger to his office, turning his head to me to wink. I blow him a kiss, before going to my team.

I get engrossed in the new project, and by the time the end of the day comes, I allow my people to leave. A few choose to stay and help me finish what we have planned for the day. By a few, I mean Seth and Jenny.

I'm hunched over a laptop, playing in Paint with my ideas, when with the corner or my eye, I see Seth glancing somewhere behind me, shifting in his chair. Jenny is at the desk behind, writing slogans that could work for this.

When a pair of strong arms wraps around my shoulders and a nose is buried into my curls, I freeze. Slowly relaxing knowing it's just Edward, I glance at him.

"Hey." I kiss his cheek.

"Hi." He kisses my nose. "You didn't come."

"I'm busy as you can see. And I'll be here for another half an hour or so."

"Jazz called that he ordered Chinese, so he won't starve. I can help you finish," he offers.

"I don't think that's a good idea, baby. You're the boss." I throw him a smile.

"I promise not to say a word." He pulls a chair next to me and leans closer, asking what he can do.

*BH*

As the weeks and months pass, I get accustomed to living with another man in the house.

Jasper is our baby and couch potato.

Edward goes as far as to buy a small TV and install it in the guest room downstairs so we won't have to worry about Jasper being next door while we get dirty.

It didn't take long to realize Jasper knows how to cook—breakfast food, but that's perfect. We fall in a routine where he wakes up to make breakfast, eat, before going to snooze in his room.

The nights when he's out with Alice, we take full advantage of them. Sadly, Alice seems to play hard to get, and makes him get her home by ten every date night. We learned that the hard way.

When Jazz said he was going out with Alice, neither of us expected him back before midnight, or early next morning. So we were in the living room—my legs spread wide, Edward diving into me like a mad man. All I wanted was to just relax, but I wasn't opposed to what my husband was doing.

Until Jasper returned.

I squeaked, bringing Edward close to me, to cover my naked body. Jasper didn't even look at us, only mumbling, "At least someone is getting some." Then the door of his room slammed shut.

The next day, I had a talk with Alice, with no result.

Besides him being constantly home, he isn't even trying to find a job. That resulted in many fights between him and Edward. I am truly worried that my man's going to throw his friend in the street.

We're at the end of April, and I just got home after an exhausting day at work. I left Edward in a meeting he's been in since lunchtime.

I bet he'll be famished when he gets home, so after I shower, I start working on dinner. Baked potatoes and roast chicken. He loves that.

Jasper comes home when I'm slicing potatoes. He looks too happy.

"What did you do?" I inquire.

"Landed myself a job. Instead of looking in all the wrong places, I should have asked Alice from the beginning." He laughs, opening the fridge's door and leaning against it while he talks.

"So she gave you a job at her company?" I ask amused. "And could you not keep the fridge open for endless periods of time?"

"Sorry. Yes, I'm a wedding singer." He beams at me.

"Awesome!" I hold my palm up for high five.

He slaps it, takes a beer from the fridge and opens it before taking a swig. "And if they don't need a band to sing, I can be the photographer. I'm quite good at that." He nods.

"I've seen some of your pictures," I acknowledge. "Well, I'm really happy you finally found a job."

"Yes, tell me about it. I promise to be out of your hair as soon as I make enough money to rent myself a place."

I place the knife on the counter and turn to him. "Are you serious about Alice?"

"What kind of question is that, Bella?"

"Then why don't you, I don't know…make a move? I'm sure she'll take you in her apartment. Don't get me wrong. I like having you here, but we both know how embarrassing it gets." I give him a shy smile.

He clears his throat, stealing my packet of cigarettes and extracts one. "I'll talk to her."

"You don't seem to want that," I say upset, shaking one cigarette out for myself. He lights it for me.

"I'm a guy, Bella. Guys don't just move in with their girlfriends."

"Jasper, I don't see what the big deal is. Whether you move there or she moves in your place, you still pay the utilities together, you still live together."

He looks at me astonished. "Wow. They don't lie when they say women are wise. Thanks for the tip, Bella." He kisses my head soundly.

"Yo, dude! Don't touch my woman!"

Edward's home. And he seems to be in a foul mood. That means the meeting didn't go well.

"Just thanking her for enlightening me on a subject," Jasper explains, moving away. "By the way, I got a job."

"About time. Hi." Edward comes to me, kissing me. "I wanted to say that I already ate, but I think I can stomach the baked potatoes."

I laugh, patting his cheek. "Did you get the deal with the phone company?"

"No, which sucks."

"Aw. I'm sorry, baby."

Dinner is silent, with the exception of Jasper filling us in his day and how Alice was complaining about not finding decent band singers. Then, they got talking about his photos and suddenly he had two jobs, not one. Better than nothing for so many months.

Edward doesn't snap out of his funk before we fall asleep. I hope he'll be okay in the morning. He knows better than me that we don't get all the deals we want. Shit happens.

When I wake to see it's only seven on a Saturday morning, I groan, stretch and roll on my other side. The bed is suspiciously cold and empty.

I've been around before when Edward didn't get a deal he wanted, but by the next morning, he put it behind. Apparently, not this time.

I check the rooms upstairs, then go to his home office, sure I'll find him with his computer, frowning. Nope.

The smell of fried fills my nostrils and I wonder if he's cooking.

God help us.

Thankfully, it's Jasper in front of the stove, maneuvering three pans. Skilled cook we have here.

"If music and photography fall apart, you'll make an awesome cook," I tell him.

"Morning, Bella!" He grins at me.

"Did you happen to see Edward?" I ask worried.

"Nope. Wasn't he with you?"

"I can't find him. I guess he's out to clear his head." I shrug. "He gets too invested in those things."

He starts laughing, making me wonder if he lost his mind.

"I guess So What by Pink works in this moment for you." When I still don't get it, he shakes his head. "I guess I lost my husband, I don't know where he went…"

I join him in, because I love the song.

"So I'm gonna drink my money, I'm not gonna pay his rent, I got a brand new attitude and I'm gonna wear it tonight, I wanna get in trouble, I wanna start a fight."

And together, loudly we shout the "na na na na na na na I wanna start a fight" part, taking a fighting stance with fist up in the air.

That's how said husband finds us, flowers in hand.

God, I love this man.


Who loves Edward? Raise your hand and get in the line. :)