A/N: So this is my new fic. It was in my head for a while so I had to get it out. I already have 12 chapters complete and will update every Monday.

This fic is for my two birthday girls, RoseyPattinsonCullen and TwiSagaLover for their birthdays.

StoryPainter from PTB has beta'd, and iloveedward12 and deebelle1 have pre-read.

SM owns the characters, I just make them play in my world.

Warning- Please either pee first, or get on your shanties(ShamWow panties) in case of laughing so hard, you pee your pants! LOL

Possible tissue warning for you saps. LOL

Happy Labor Day to all of you in the USA!

~Previously~

I fall asleep with the love of my life in my arms, and a smile on my face.

~Ch 7~

BPOV

Edward and I wake up at o'dark thirty for our nine am flight. We shower together, having some fun with each other with our mouths and fingers while the water cascades down over us. We exit the shower, drying each other off, then brush our teeth, our hair and then head to get dressed.

We both pull on our jeans and tees, then get the rest of our stuff zipped into our suitcases. Edward calls for a bellman and some room service for us to eat before we head to the airport.

I eat some bacon and eggs as the bellman loads up our suitcases and garment bags into his trolley. He hands Edward the claim ticket as he leaves our suite. Edward eats his food and we double check the suite to make sure we got everything.

Once the suite is swept, I grab my purse and messenger bag with my laptop as Edward grabs his; he takes my hand and leads me out of the suite and down the hall to the elevator. We walk up to the bell desk, hand over our ticket and tell them to meet us outside at the taxi stand.

The bellman load us up, Edward hands him some money, and we head toward the airport. We check into Southwest, finding out we have group A and are numbered in a row, meaning we can sit together if we want.

We enter the plane, Edward and I taking one of the front seats so Edward can fit his long legs without being squished by seats in front of us. I stow my purse and messenger bag above our seats and snuggle into Edward's side for the duration of the flight. I enjoy the feel of his arms wrapped around my body. I feel safe, like I am home.

The two and a half hour flight goes quickly. We land at SeaTac to grey skies. Gotta love good 'ol Washington as opposed to sunny Vegas. We grab our bags and head out of the airport.

"Where's your car?" Edward asks.

"I don't have one. I took a cab here."

"How do you get to work?"

"The bus." I shrug my shoulders.

"Not anymore. We will get you a car. You do have your license, don't you?"

"Of course I do. My truck is so old and decrepit that I had to leave it back in Forks."

"You still have that rust bucket?" he asks in shock.

"Why would I get rid of it if it still runs?"

"But it's not here for you to drive. You need something to drive, baby."

"We work together. We will carpool, Edward, it's better for the environment anyways."

"We will discuss this later, Isabella Marie Masen Cullen," he threatens.

"Whatever, Edward Anthony Masen Cullen."

"Let's get into my car and run our errands, then we can head home."

I follow Edward over to the long term lot and up to a white sports car.

"This is my baby," Edward says as he runs his fingers up and down the hood of his car.

"It's pretty. Now can we load up and head to the DMV and back to my place to pack up some clothes?"

"Pretty?" he scoffs. "You are pretty, my car is fucking hot."

"Whatever, Edward." I roll my eyes at him. "A car is a car, doesn't matter what it looks like as long as it can take you from point A to point B."

"And that's why you still have your rust bucket. But as you said earlier, it's not here in the city, which means it can't get you from point A to point B. That means I get to buy you a car," he says smugly.

"We will carpool, and that's final," I growl out through clenched teeth.

"Damn bossy wife," he mutters as we climb into the car and head out of the lot. "Married five days and she already has me by the short and curlies."

"Be good, or you won't be seeing my short and curlies any time soon," I retort.

"Yes, dear," he replies as he pulls into the DMV.

The DMV surprisingly takes no time at all, and we head over to my apartment. I pull out my suitcases and pack as much into them as possible. My dresser is near empty as I sit on the last suitcase and zip it up. I fill a small duffle with my bathroom stuff and head out into the living room and Edward who is loading up the finished, packed bags as I lock up the front door. We climb into the car as Edward heads in the direction of home.

"Do you have food in the fridge for me to cook tonight?"

"No. Uh, do we need some?"

"We do if we wanna eat."

"We can order out."

"Nu uh. No more ordering out, it's too expensive. I can cook. Let's stop somewhere and get food to make."

"We can afford to eat out or order in for every meal for the rest of our lives, Bella."

"I don't give a fuck about that, Edward. I am not feeding our families crap food. Especially since Anthony just got out of the hospital."

"You win, my love. I will drive us to the store. But, I will use our credit card to pay for the food."

"We pay cash or debit for groceries. Credit cards are bad."

"Not this one. I use it for everything to earn miles for free flights. We pay it off every month so there is no interest."

"Well, I guess you do use your head for something," I tease.

"I am a member of Mensa, Bella. I use my head for a lot." He wiggles his eyebrows at me with a crooked grin.

"I'm sure you do," I deadpan.

"Did you forget about last night too?"

"What about last night?" I tease while trying to keep the giggles in as he pulls into a Safeway parking lot.

"Don't make me take you home right now to remind you!" he growls out with fire in his eyes.

"Fuck, that's hot." I wiggle in my seat and rub my thighs together in response to the heat in his voice.

"We need to go get food or I am going to take you right here, right now, Bella."

"What time is it?"

"Two, why?"

"So we will have company in five hours?"

"Yes."

"So if we hurry we can get groceries, go home, get naked, and still have time for me to cook?"

"Fuck yes, let's go!" he shouts as he flings his door open and gets out of the car.

I can't help but giggle at the speed he is moving. I open my door and get out so we can go grab stuff to make for the week. I grab a cart and we head inside.

"What do we need?" Edward inquires.

"Do you want to shop for the week, or just a day or two and come back this weekend for the rest?"

"Day or two. I want to go home and ravage my wife."

He pulls me back against his front and nips my neck making me moan in the middle of the fruit section. I feel his hardness against my ass instantly making me want to run through the store and throw the groceries into the car to get out of here quickly.

"Fuck, Edward. You can just do that to a girl in the middle of the store."

"You aren't no fucking girl. You are a woman, my woman, and you are fucking hot and I want to take you home and show you just how much I want and need you."

"Fuck it. Let's grab stuff for dinner and breakfast then go home. I want you too. What will your family eat?"

"Anything. They are easy like me."

"Italian?"

"Sure. Spaghetti and garlic bread is fine."

I grab the cart and head for the pasta aisle. I grab a large box of spaghetti, a large bottle of parmesan, some cans of tomato sauce, paste and chunks to make the sauce. I head over to the bakery and grab four loaves of fresh french bread and then head to the dairy. I take milk, butter, cheese, eggs and bacon from the shelves then head for the cash register. I turn to look at Edward.

"Wait. Do we have drinks for everyone?"

"I have a few beers and some liquor."

"Go grab a case of water, Pepsi, and a few bottles of wine incase people want some."

"Red or white?"

"Both, I don't know what they like yet."

"What do your mom and dad drink."

"Wine for Mom, beer for Dad."

"I'll grab another case of beer too then."

"Hurry, go. We have two people in front of us."

I watch his ass as he turns away to grab our drinks.

"Damn, now that's an ass," the woman in front of me says to my husband's back.

"That ass is all mine," I brag as I show her my wedding rings.

"Lucky bitch."

"Why, yes, yes I am. The rest of him is even better." I wiggle my eyebrows at her and grin. "I'm a really fucking, lucky bitch."

I place all of the groceries on the conveyor belt as Edward walks up with his arms full of drinks. We pay, load up the car, and head to the house.

My jaw drops when we pull up. It's absolutely breathtaking. Three stories tall with the garage on the ground floor. It's all glass and wood with different levels for both. It has clean lines and is beautiful.

"Wow," I breathe. "It's beautiful."

"You can help me decorate it. I don't have the whole place furnished. Just the basics for now. Kitchen, living room, dining room, and our bedroom. You can help me do the rest, or we can ask my mom to do it."

"We'll talk about it later. Let's get everything into the house so I can start the sauce for dinner."

We start to haul all the bags up the stairs into the kitchen from the garage. When the last of the bags are in, I start the sauce while Edward grabs our suitcases from the car and takes them upstairs to what I assume is our room.

I leave the sauce to simmer as Edward walks back into the kitchen, wrapping me in his arms and kissing me right under my ear in one of my soft spots.

"It smells fucking good in here, my love."

"Thanks, baby. Now what to do while we wait for the sauce to finish and it's time to start the pasta to boil..." I trail off.

"I know exactly what we can do," he growls out as he picks me up and sits me on the edge of the island, placing himself between my legs.

He quickly strips me of my clothing, then himself and enters me like his life depends on it. We both sigh as he pauses when he is fully inside me.

"God I love you," he breathes out. "So fucking perfect, so wet, so tight, so mine."

He starts out at a slow pace, making me want to beg for more, but I just lean back against the island and enjoy the feel of him inside me. He picks up the pace making me moan and groan in approval.

"So fucking good," I groan out.

"Beyond fucking good."

"Harder, Edward."

He picks up the pace and captures a nipple in his lips as he keeps hitting my g-spot, making me squirm in satisfaction.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God!" I pant out.

"Fuck yes!" Edward shouts and starts to pound with abandon.

My mouth opens in a silent scream as he sends me over the edge, making me soak his cock and thighs with my release.

"Good fucking God, Bella! So good!" he screams out his release as the timer beeps. "Damn, I was hoping for round two."

"We barely finished round one," I giggle.

"Go finish dinner, woman," he says as he helps me off of the island and smacks my bare ass.

"Chauvinistic pig!" I laugh at him.

"Only for you, baby."

I stir the sauce, start the water to boil for the pasta, and then preheat the oven for the bread before I grab my discarded clothes and head for the stairs. I watch Edward grab his and follow me.

"Let me show you our room."

I follow him and his fine, hard, sculpted ass up the stairs to the master bedroom. He opens the door to reveal a large room with tons of windows. I toss my clothes into the hamper on the wall, grab my bathroom bag, and then find the bathroom door, and my jaw drops when I see the spacious within the room. It has double sinks, a shower and a Jacuzzi tub in the corner.

I shower quickly then head back into the bedroom for clothes.

"What do I wear?" I ask Edward.

"Whatever you want. It's just the family and we are gonna relax, so I say jeans and a tee are fine. It's what I am going to wear."

"If you think so. I want to make a nice first impression for them."

"They have seen you around Forks in the past, and grandpa knows you from work, so you will be fine."

"Whatever you say, Edward."

I grab a suitcase off of the floor and get some clothes out. I throw them on, head back into the bathroom to brush my hair, and then head back downstairs to check on the food.

As I am tossing the pasta in the sauce and slicing the garlic bread, the doorbell rings.

Here we go!

A/N: So there you have the flight home, grocery shopping and cooking with some smexing thrown in. What is gonna happen at dinner? Are people going to be happy for them? Who's gonna be the first to figure it out? What do you think will happen next? Find out next Monday. Like it? Hate it? Let me know. Please check out my other fics. Pics and teasers on my new blog. Please sign in to review. I like responding to them. Keep the reviews coming! I love to know what you all think. Please check out my other 12 fics. Remember- reviews= Love! Kim I posted a new story, please check out A Forbidden Love! It posts every Wednesday and Eight updates every weekend, so check them both out!

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