The News

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Rated M for future lemons.

Chapter 14: The News

"Awwwwww, they're so cute. I don't have the heart to wake them."

"Alice, Esme all but demanded that Edward and Bella come to brunch. Your mother is like you. What Esme wants, Esme gets, sugar."

"Look how he's holding her. Jas, let's go. We'll just say that Edward's sick or Bella's busy."

"I do not want to deal with the wrath of my future mother-in-law."

I felt a tug and blast of cold air. I curled closer to Edward and shivered.

"Jasper Dale Whitlock, if you value your balls, I suggest you put the blanket back on the bed," Edward growled.

"Get your lazy ass up, Masen. Mama Bear has been calling for the past hour," Jasper said as he smacked Edward.

"That's it," Edward barked and he jumped out of bed. Jasper squeaked and I heard them tumble down the stairs. I blindly searched for the blanket and threw it over my head.

"Bella," Alice sang. She crawled into bed, taking the place that Edward just vacated. "Wakey, wakey time."

"Go away, Elf," I grumbled as I huddled in the covers. "You and your fiancé are fucking toast. I was very comfortable. And warm. And happy. But nooooooo, you had to wake us up."

"Let the record show that I didn't want to. Jasper is the culprit who ripped off the blankets. I wonder if Edward knows that he's naked," Alice said.

I shot out of bed, glowering at my friend. "What?!"

"Gotcha," Alice giggled. "He was wearing a pair of shorts."

We both jumped when we heard a loud crash and Jasper laughing. Alice grabbed my hand and we darted down the stairs. Edward and Jasper were dancing around the kitchen island. Edward's hair was sticking every which direction and Jasper was the picture of calm and cool.

"You are an ass, Whitlock," Edward growled.

"I know," Jasper laughed. He moved to the left and Edward countered. He turned around and ran out the back door, onto the patio. Edward followed him.

"Edward has a pool?" I asked.

"Yeah...fuck," Alice said as she ran out onto the patio. "Edward Anthony Masen do not throw Jasper into the..." SPLASH! "pool."

Both men broke the surface and continued their 'fight.' Alice started chucking pool toys at Edward's head and he turned around, hopping out of the water, throwing Alice into the pool. She shrieked and screamed about ruining her Louboutin heels. I fell onto a chaise, laughing hysterically. Three pairs of eyes looked at me.

Fuck. Me.

Jasper and Edward shared a look and they both hopped out of the pool. My eye widened and I got behind my chaise, using it as a shield. "No. You wouldn't dare," I squealed.

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