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mama's boy

"Edward, love, I'm sure there was a better way to go about it."

I feel kind of bad. Not bad like I made a mistake, but maybe I could have gotten dressed and sat Angela down, told her how I felt. It didn't have to be this way - my head busted open, her heart broken.

But, fuck, does it feel good. The pain in my head. The fist removed from my heart. There's this weight off my chest now. I'm not ready to be tied down, chained up, and dragged around by my dick.

I almost got married.

She left - just walked out in her nightgown. She did put shoes on. I could have chased her down, but the blood pouring from my face was a big reminder that she tried to kill me.

That thing was glass.

She didn't even know of my dirty indiscretions and tried to take my head off for not wanting to marry her.

I may have acted shady, but that's shadier, right?

Fucking right.

Carlisle pokes me real good, and I flinch away from the needle he's using to sew me up. Couldn't he have used glue or something?

I decided not to tell them about the prostitute. The pretty little hooker. The sexy harlot.

B.

Fuck, I probably shouldn't even think about her right now. Although, I should be thanking her. She saved me from broken dreams and a lifeless marriage.

"I just hope she goes back to Seattle," Alice says, her eyes focused on Carlisle's hands as he sews me up.

Me too, sis.

"She has a life here. A job. Will she just leave it all?" Mom asks, flipping pancakes and making my mouth water.

I stare at those fluffy rounds and shrug. I hadn't thought about what Angela would do. It's my apartment, so she's the one who has to leave. She stormed out before I could even wipe the blood from my eyes and put some clothes on - before I could even ask who gets the shower massager - so I don't know what her plans are.

I want to care.

I don't really care.

"Press charges," Alice says, still watching Carlisle. The girl's obsessed with blood and gore. She's fucking nuts. "Put her in jail. You're going to have a scar."

"She certainly left her mark," Carlisle says, snorting at his own joke, stabbing me one last time before rubbing some ointment on my tender skin and covering it with a bandage.

"Funny," I say, pinching Alice's leg when she giggles.

"Violence is never the answer," Mom says, kissing my forehead. "I'm just glad you're okay, honey." She hands me a couple of ibuprofens and I swallow them dry.

Some would call me a mama's boy, and some would be right. Growing up without a dad, my mom took on both roles, and she's a fucking badass.

"Still, I'd break her nose for you. Nobody hits my brother and gets away with it." Alice hops off the counter, grinning at me when mom lets her have it.

Mom sets a plate of pancakes in front of me, and I dig in. Fuck, I'm starving. In all the chaos last night, I didn't actually eat anything. I don't regret it. I'd do it again. I'd starve for a taste of that sweet pussy again.

"Alex has a crush," Alice whispers, looking over her shoulder at Alexander who's currently driving his mini monster truck through his syrup. "Her name's Lulu, and he's in loooove."

"Oh yeah?" I ask, through a mouthful

Lulu better not break my baby brother's heart. I hope he knows what he's doing. I hope he's more man than me when it comes down to it. I don't want him to have any scars. Not on his heart. Not even on his fucking face.

"They hold hands in the sandbox."

What a ladies man.

"Alex, buddy, you got a girl?"

Alexander lifts his head and licks syrup from his fingers, nodding his head aggressively, a proud smirk on that good looking face. "She's pretty. I like her hair."

"Let's not give him any ideas," Mom says, wiping her hands on a dish towel. "I already have one boy who drives me crazy with his shenanigans."

"He's only four, mom. You're good."

"You were five when I got a call from the school…"

"Hey, that was Trudy's fault," I say, holding my hands up, remembering that day clearly. I didn't even like girls then. She kissed me and licked my lips and gave me fucking cooties. "I didn't even ask her to do that."

"...then when you were 12…"

"Alright, fine, put that one on me." Chuckling, I take another bite, not really wanting to talk about the time Trudy - yes, the same Trudy - was playing with my dick behind the stage curtain at the school dance. I still didn't ask her to do it. She wanted to do it. It was her idea. I couldn't say no, plus that shit felt amazing. Being caught wasn't all that fun, though. Mrs. Brown, the music teacher, fainted and hit her head on the piano on her way down. Mary Had a Little Lamb sounded a lot different when she played it that time.

Shit, good times.

"Lulu does have pretty hair, though," Alice says. "She always has it done perfectly. I wish I could have braids like Lulu."

"Gosh, I'm sorry I don't have the coordination for that. Maybe I should have taken a class for it," Mom says, defensively.

"I think I'd rather have good food and tasty treats than braids, though," Alice says, eyes wide, backpedaling so fast she's about to fall on her ass.

"That's what I thought."

Alice is right.

I'd also rather have good food and tasty treats instead of braids in my hair.

The doorbell rings, and Alice races out of the room to see who it is.

"Stay tonight," Carlisle says. "I'll need to keep an eye on you - make sure you don't have a concussion."

"You can sleep in my bed," Alexander says, standing at my side, wiping his sticky hands all over my bloody shorts. I'm a fucking mess. "Thanks, buddy, but I'm not gonna fit in your bed."

He nods, licks his lips, and runs off, not actually giving a shit if I sleep in his bed or not.

"Emmett's here," Alice says, and I turn at the sound of her voice. "And Jasper." Fuck, she's looking at him like Trudy looked at me when we were five, and when Jasper smiles down at her, her cheeks redden, her ankle twists, and she won't be kissing those lips. Not happening, Alice. Go braid your hair.

"Boys, come and eat," Mom says, serving up two more plates, always happy to feed my friends - even if we are grown now. Like I said - badass.

"There's plenty," Carlisle says, before kissing mom's cheek and telling her he's taking Alice to the store.

"But, I don't want to go," she says, staring at Jasper like she's the one in loooove.

Jasper's too old. Alice is too young. I'll beat his ass if he tries it. I'll lock her up if she even thinks about it.

"Thanks, Miss C," Emmett says, wasting no time digging in.

Mom must notice the way Alice is drooling all over my friend, so she drags her from the room and makes her leave with Carlisle.

"Shit, man, imagine the sympathy pussy you're gonna get with that thing," Emmett says, nudging me with his elbow.

I'm not looking for sympathy. I don't need it. I don't want it, but sympathy with a side of pussy never hurt a living soul.

I'm sure of it.