Goodnight Moon

by hollenheist

AU NM - EPOV, Sequel to Payphone. 'Cause I've been trying way too long to try and be the perfect song when our hearts are heavy burdens we shouldn't have to bear alone. So goodnight moon and goodnight you, when you're all that I think about. All that I dream about. How'd I ever breathe without a goodnight kiss from goodnight you?

20. TWENTY

I couldn't usher her into the shower fast enough when she woke up that morning.

The moment the door clicked shut on her my body melted, puddle-like, in the hallway floor.

A snorting snicker, like a brain-dead swine, that could only be Emmett.

He stood at the top of the stairs, face alight with savage glee.

"Sounds like things were getting pretty hot and heavy up here last night."

A snarl issued from my mouth, pulled from deep within my chest.

"Fuck off, Em."

He roared a laugh back, clutching his sides. "So more like you fed the ducks? Distributed free literature?"

Good God, he was as mentally developed as a decapitated fire ant.

"Would you be thrilled to have sex with Rosalie if she was as fragile as a graham cracker?"

That sobered him up; the jeering leer fell from his face like slimy egg yolk.

He didn't get a chance to respond; a resounding crash, followed by a scream and a thud, echoed from the bathroom.

I leapt without thinking, bursting through the door to zing to where Bella lay in a heap on the shower floor, pursued by Emmett's hyena-like cackling.