Everyone shuffled into Bella and Edward's room, ready to wake her up to prepare for a turning party which would be taking place that very night.
Edward knelt down beside the bed, and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Be-" He started quietly, but was interrupted by a loud moan from his fiancé (she would be turned a week after the honeymoon) and a giggle from Jasper.
"Jasper?" Alice enquired, looking confusedly at her husband, who was now needlessly breathing heavy.
"I-I, whoa…" He collapsed onto the couch awkwardly, crossing his legs tightly and placing his hands in his lap. He made a funny keening sound.
"Jasper? What on earth?" Esme asked, sitting next to him and rubbing his shoulder comfortingly. The room rebounded with the sounds of Bella's giggling and moaning, which was reciprocated by Jasper.
Suddenly, much to the horror of all the occupants of the room, Jasper let out an especially erotic sounding moan. "Oh, Edward!"
His eyes widened.
Carlisle, being the genius he was, connected the dots and grinned in amusement.
Emmett, the pervert, smiled innocently and said, "Well, at least you know she won't have any problems on the honeymoon." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Rosalie and Alice burst into hysterical laughter.
Jasper looked apologetically at Edward, who would have been flushing furiously if he had been human, "I-I'm sorry Edward, but, jeez, whatever she's dreaming of…"
He looked hopefully at Alice, who grinned and pulled him out of the room.
Esme rolled her eyes as she heard the thump in the room next door.
Bella awoke with a gasp, breathing heavily.
"W-Wha'?" She asked in a daze, confused at the sudden appearance of the Cullen family in her bedroom.
"Hey, Bella!" Emmet cried cheerfully. "Did you have a nice dream? It seemed Jasper was enjoying it."
She took a few moments to realize what on Earth he was talking about.
She blushed bright red. "Oh, God. Edward, I'm sorry."
"Hmm…would you do me a favour?" He asked cheekily.
Bella frowned. "Of course."
He moved onto the bed. "Show me what you were dreaming about."
She looked up hopefully. "Really?"
"FINALLY!" She screamed in triumph, before launching herself at him.
The rest of the occupants in the room blinked.
"Go Edward!" Emmett cried.
Rosalie pulled him out by his ear, mumbling something about, "Hormone ridden perverts…" and "Sex deprived one hundred and ten year old virgins…"