A/N: I believe there was a request for drunken sex? ;) Hope it doesn't disappoint. Unfortunately I had to skip the orgy hehe. Under the influence of tequila Bella and Rosalie were game but Edward and Emmett had some concerns.

I woke up the next morning in Edward Cullen's bed. The night before was a little fuzzy, but it was there. We'd come back to his (spectacular!) apartment and … well … and then we'd played some drinking game called Cheers Governor with Rosalie and Emmett. She admitted it was intended to be played with more people in a party setting, but given that we were feeling pretty decent already it didn't take long for us to go from decent to drunk.

I was laying on my stomach, my injured hand resting on Edward's warm chest and my left arm dangling off the side of his California King size bed; the size of which made me question the size of my own bed. If we moved in together, this was definitely coming with us. Suddenly I shot fully awake and all of the details from last night became abundantly clear. Edward and I had agreed to move in together last night.

It had happened somewhere between the umpteen shots we took last night and drunk Bella had been all too happy to explore her feelings. Rosalie, she was responsible for this:

"Edward, we're kicking you out," Emmett had announced suddenly, his speech a little slurred and his already loud voice seeming even louder under the influence of excessive tequila. Were we drinking tequila? I wasn't sure anymore.

"Why, what did I do?" Edward was offended and also speaking with a british accent. It was rule number 17 and he had taken a liking to it and decided that was going to be his new way of speaking for the rest of the night.

"Rosie's moving in and you're out. Go live with your own woman." Emmett grinned at Rosalie who was looking at him like she wanted to eat him. I've known Rosalie long enough to know she probably did; even I didn't want to know about some of the things they probably did in the bedroom.

Edward looked at me with a shit eating grin on his face and I giggled, like a cheerleader, because apparently that was Edward and tequila did to me. "You hear that, woman? I'm moving in."

"Good, I've been waiting for you to make it official." The words were out of my mouth but had I meant them? Yeah, I had; that was the second time in the same day that I had unconsciously mentioned Edward moving in — maybe he'd started out the serious one in the relationship, but clearly I was in it to win it.

Edward didn't seem fazed by my eagerness though, instead he seemed ecstatic. "That settles it then; tomorrow after the baby shower."

"Oh God," Rose moaned suddenly and we all turned to look at her. "The baby shower, I forgot; I can't be hung over the first time I meet your parents." Rosalie smacked Emmett on the shoulder and he laughed, throwing an arm around her and pulling her against him.

"Are you kidding? You could be homeless with six cats and mom would love you. The only thing more exciting than me bringing a girl home is Ed bringing a girl home."

Edward nodded, face suddenly very serious. "This is true; I don't know who got the longer phone call — me or Em."

I snorted, "Rosalie, you have nothing to worry about. I have yelled at his mother on the phone and met his father without introducing myself; who, by the way, probably knows about me based on my medical records." All of these things should probably concern me, but I was honestly too drunk to care and Rosalie seemed a little comforted by this.

"Just to be on the safe side though, we should probably go to bed," Emmett proclaimed, standing and scooping Rosalie up off her own chair. He tossed her over his shoulder with flourish and carried her off to bed.

"Oh God," I groaned, moving both of my hands to cup my face as I lifted myself onto my elbows. Oh God! We said we were moving in together. Oh God! There's a baby shower to go to. Oh God! His parents think I'm trash. OH GOOOD! Tequila is an evil bitch.

"Good morning beautiful," Edward breathed and I felt the bed shift as he started to wake up and roll towards me. "Are you feeling okay?" I shook my head, unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone words, at this point. "The bathrooms right over there if you need a minute."

I peaked at him through my fingers and he looked concerned; beautiful disheveled in that way that I loved, but concerned all the same. Without speaking I climbed out of his bed, unusually aware of my nakedness, and hurried into his attached bathroom to calm myself down. This, this was why I didn't go out drinking with Rosalie. I borrowed Edward's tooth brush first and the smooth, minty state of my mouth instantly made things seem better. Then I stepped into the shower and turned the spray on as hot as I could stand it.

While the water washed away the dirty feeling last night had left behind, I calmed my racing thoughts and tried to focus on one thought at a time. First— the thing with Edward's parents had been a long time coming… or a few days now, at least. Second— Rosalie would be there, and even though she had her own set of concerns she was also my comfort zone right now because we were both going to be way out of our own. Third— I wanted Edward to move in, I knew that. Sometimes I was just too stubborn to admit it but as much as he was there, I missed him when he wasn't. Besides, he might not even remember or have been serious about it himself.

After Emmett carried Rosalie off to bed, Edward was quick to scoop me into his arms as well. He lifted me onto the kitchen island and quickly began pushing up the sides of my skirt so that he could spread my legs and step between them. Our kisses were messy and hurried, each of us hungry for the satisfaction that only the other could provide.

Edward squeezed my thighs roughly, pulling me until my warm center was flush against his torso. As our tongues met, he took his fingers and began slow ministrations as he made his way up the inside of my thighs and began to play with the edge of my lace underwear. He moved himself back a couple of inches and then his fingers dipped underneath and tested my wetness.

"Always so wet, baby," he murmured against my lips and I moaned, two of his fingers dipping inside and sending a shiver through me as he stretched me open.

"Always for you," I replied and he growled, pulling his fingers out of me to grip my underwear in his fist and pulling until they ripped away from my body. Edward quickly unfastened his pants and dropped them around his ankles before laying me back on the counter top. He bent to taste me first and I arched my back, crying out as he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked roughly. Then he was slamming into me, sheathing himself completely inside of me and pulling back to slam home again.

I held my injured hand by my head, wishing I could run my fingers through his hair, and gripping his shoulder with my other hand. Edward tensed as my fingernails bit into his flesh, his thrusts becoming rougher and more erratic. He wasn't going to last, but neither was I. I released my grip on his shoulder and caught his eye, holding his attention as I licked my middle and forefingers. Edward watched in amazement as I slid my hand between us and began rubbing myself, trying to catch up with him before he finished.

"God Bella, you're so fucking sexy," he panted, his voice rough and hot.

"Spank me," I responded, catching him off guard. Luckily Edward was not easily distracted because he didn't slow his pace and I could feel my orgasm growing closer and closer.

"What?"

"Oh God… Edward… please… fuck baby, spank me!" My hips were beginning to move on their own accord and I was reaching my peak, steadily riding the roller coaster further up-up-up.

Edward watched me for a second, my breathing becoming more and more frantic as my eyes fluttered shut. I felt his hand leave my hip and the slap resonated off my skin as he made contact with my body. The skin on the side of my ass stung deliciously and I screamed, reaching my precipice and launching over the edge.

The shower door slid aside and Edward stepped in, pulling me against him as he stepped under the water. Despite the water splashing in my eyes, I tried to look at him. His face was serious and he was devouring me with his eyes, in the way that never failed to make me feel sexy. Edward wasn't worried about last night and he wasn't worried about today, he was only concerned with this moment in the shower with me. That was all I needed.

I stood on my toes and wrapped one arm around his neck, resting my right forearm on his shoulder to keep it extended , and kissed him. Edward returned the kiss deeply, his tongue parting my lips and delving into my mouth the way only a lover could. He knew me, inside and out, in every sense of the word, and I loved him for it. Perhaps when I got out of bed he thought I was sick, but I knew that he was here with me now because he knew I needed him to be.

"I love you," I whispered when we broke our kiss and he placed another kiss on my lips.

"I love you too, Isabella." Edward wrapping his arms around my waist and lifted me, pushing my back against the cold tile wall and lining himself up with my entrance. I felt the head of his cock as he rubbed it along my slit, getting me ready for him before he began to push inside of me.

My lips sought his out and it didn't take long before I was wet for him. "I love your cock, too," I whispered and Edward grinned against the skin of my neck before nipping playfully. I moaned. One hand found the swell of my ass and he cupped it almost painfully, making my brain go blank for a couple of moment as he continued to pump into me quickly.

"This has to be quick, baby; I'm sorry."

I shook my head, running my good hand up and through his hair before gripping it firmly. I tilted his head back and found his lips with mine, running my tongue along his and then nipping at his bottom lip with my teeth. "I'll take whatever you can give me."

After our shower we dressed, Edward in khakis and a white button up shirt, and I in the same clothes I wore last night. It was after noon and we still needed to go by my apartment so that I could grab Alice's gifts and change. Emmett had left with Rosalie before we came looking for them and I started to feel anxious again, knowing that we wouldn't arrive together. "Ready," Edward asked, grabbing my left hand and squeezing softly. How did he do that? It was like he could read my mind. I nodded and we headed out.

Apparently when Edward was heading to his parents' house he drove himself, which was different and I liked it. Being driven all the time just made him seem so formal, the thought of him toning down the formal for a family function made me relax a little. He dropped me at my apartment and went in search of food while I changed into something more suitable. Following his lead, I chose a khaki skirt that stopped just above my knees and a white t-shirt with a navy blue sweater.

On second thought, the sweater was too school girl. We matched, but I could live with that. Maybe if it was a little bit cheesy then that would ease his parents' opinions of me. I slipped into a pair of nude flats and met Edward downstairs to head to his parents'.

By the time we arrived it was almost 1:45 and there were quite a few other cars parked in the driveway. His parents had one of the few nice, big houses near the coast and Bella wasn't surprised. He parked the black sedan, which I learned on the ride over was actually a 2015 Volvo S60, and we headed up the front entrance to let ourselves in.

It was loud in the house, the sound of tittering socialites, and Esme Cullen had clearly cleaned out a Dollar Tree somewhere. If there was a piece of baby shower decor in existence that was not in this house, I would die of shock. "It's a Boy" and "Congratulations" signs hung on several walls and there were various shades of blue streamers draped in different ways all over the entryway. I briefly recalled something about Edward's mother being a decorator or something and I found that hard to believe right now. I guess when it came to grandbabies all first time grandmas were the same.

"It's very… colorful in here." I offered politely and Edward laughed, shaking his head as he looked around at his mother's handy-work.

"Dad texted earlier to warn me that she'd gone a little overboard." Edward led me into the living room where more decorations hung and a table had been set up with gifts. There was also a rocking chair that had been pulled to the middle of the room and decorated with streamers and balloons, a "Mommy-to-Be" sign taped to the back of the chair. This was Alice's throne; very fitting. I couldn't help but laugh a little bit at all the extravagance.

We found Alice and Jasper in the kitchen, Jasper looking a little shell shocked, talking to a couple of pristine looking older women dressed all in white. "Oh Bella," Alice called excitedly when she saw us and quickly waved us over. I hugged Alice where she sat on a bar stool, not wanting to make her move as I was sure it took her some time to get up there, and she pushed her fingers into my back a little bit to let me know she was frustrated. I stifled a laugh when we pulled back and she resumed her friendly facade. "I'm glad you guys could make it."

"Of course. We planned to be here earlier but it was a hectic kind of morning." The amusement in her eyes told me that she'd already spoken with Rosalie and knew that hectic meant late and hungover.

"Well I'm glad you're here now. Bella, I'd like you to meet Mrs. Johnson and Mrs. Thompson," that was going to screw me up later. "Their husbands work at the hospital with my dad."

"Pleased to meet you," I offered; I didn't try to shake their hands, I thought I might crinkle them.

"Are you a friend of Alice's," Mrs. Thompson asked, her tone not lost on me.

"Actually, Bella is my girlfriend," Edward announced proudly, placing an arm around my waist and giving the two women his award winning, All-American smile.

"They live together, you know," Alice chimed in and I almost choked on air. Yes, she'd definitely spoken to Rosalie.

"Oh, I didn't realize you were seeing anyone Edward," Mrs. Johnson said, looking a little too disappointed for my own comfort.

"Yes, ma'am; Bella and I have been serious for quite some time now." Oh these two!

"Edward, Bella," a short, curvy woman with a natural elegance called as she entered the kitchen through the sliding glass door that led outside. I didn't recognize her from having met her, but I knew instantly that this was Esme Cullen. She wore white pants and a pink blouse, her hair the same copper color as Edward's, her eyes the same beautiful green. She hugged Edward first then hugged me, embracing me like one of her children and not like a stranger who had yelled at her on the phone. "Lies and Sangria," she whispered in my ear as we hugged.

"What," I asked, too confused to pull away.

"That's the best way to get through today," she responded and then released me. Apparently the mind reading thing was genetic; but she was definitely right about the Sangrias. The way these women were eyeing me any residual hangover headache I may have had was gone and I was ready for more liquor.

"Yes, well," Mrs. Thompson sniffed and Mrs. Johnson mimicked her. "It was lovely to see you all again, I think we'd better mingle." They left the kitchen bar and headed towards the dining area where the other clucky type women were all grouped together.

"They're not all that bad, just grit your teeth and drink," Jasper explained and I laughed.

"It's lovely to meet you Bella, I'm sorry about them. They're the types of hoity toity women you invite to your party to keep face but don't actually want to get stuck talking to." Esme went to the fridge and removed a pitcher of Sangria, pouring a glass for Bella and adding an orange slide to the brim of the cup for flourish.

"That's most of the guests, really," Alice admitted and Esme shrugged in defeat. "If they weren't all hounding mom and dad constantly about a baby shower, they wouldn't be here."

"Right, it'd just be the eight of us on the back porch with margaritas and decorations."

Bella laughed, "well you got your decorations, that's for sure."

Esme grinned, "I know, it's a little much — Alice told me — but you're only a grandmother for the first time once and it's been a long time coming. Honestly, Carlisle and I were just happy they made it out of High School first."

"MOM!" Alice screeched and I choked on my drink.

"What? It's true; you thought we didn't know what was going on under our roof? We knew. As long as the condom stash under Jasper's bed was depleting, that's all that mattered."

Edward laughed and clapped Jasper on the back, "I told you then and I'll tell you now. She knows all."

Esme nodded in agreement and Alice looked like a moody teenager at a family function. This was exactly what I'd always missed about being an only child; the funny, embarrassing stuff that came with having a real family. "Rosalie and Emmett are out back, should we go see how they're doing," Edward asked, probably trying to remove his mother from the situation.

"Sure," I nodded, patting Alice on the arm as I walked past her.

Rosalie and Emmett were sitting on the back porch at a patio table, cowards, with Carlisle Cullen. Shit. I felt my heart rate double when Carlisle stood to greet us. "Edward, Bella, it's wonderful to see you again." Rose arched an eyebrow and I realized I hadn't told her about meeting Carlisle at the hospital. Perfect! So much for a support system here.

Edward hugged his dad and Carlisle moved to hug me, giving me a welcoming hug and expertly avoiding my injured side. "Hiding out," Edward asked, moving to pull out an empty chair for me.

"Always," Carlisle smiled, reclaiming his own chair and taking a drink of the beer that sat in front of him. "How's the hand, Bella?"

I smiled nervously and looked down at my splint. "It's fine, thank you."

"Any pain?"

"Minimal."

"Good." I looked over to see Rosalie and Emmett both staring at us and I resisted the urge to smack her. "Well I'm sorry you kids aren't enjoying the party, I know how overwhelming those women can be; but it saves face, or so Esme says, and then they'll all be gone and we can have fun."

True to his word Esme came to find us 45 minutes later to tell us it was time to do presents before everyone had to leave. "Seriously," I asked Edward as we stood and started making our way inside.

"Nobody actually wants to be here. They just want to show up, judge what everyone else wore, and leave." I nodded in understanding; maybe having a big family wasn't so ideal.