Surviving High School

Alaska and Me

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Sunday morning, I was awakened by warm kisses being trailed along my jaw and down my neck. I peeled my eyes open and was greeted with a beautiful sight. Edward was stretched out next to me, propped up on his elbow. His bronze hair shined in the morning light, and his eyes sparkled. There was a bit of scruff on his face, and I reached up to run the back of my fingers over it. His hand reached up and grabbed mine, pressing a kiss into my palm.

"Morning, love," he whispered, his velvet voice caressing me.

"Morning, Edward," I replied, turning on my side and pressing a kiss over his heart.

We spent the next few minutes cuddling, until Alice knocked on the door, letting us know that Esme wanted us downstairs to help with breakfast. Reluctantly, we parted. I told Edward that I needed a moment, and that I'd meet him downstairs. After using the bathroom and brushing my teeth, I headed to the kitchen. Walking down the hall to the kitchen, I stumbled across Esme and Dr. Hot in an intimate embrace. He was kissing her with such passion, that I could feel the heat from where I stood. I let out a little squeak, then turned around to head back the way I'd come.

"Oh, Bella. I'm sorry, dear. We didn't see you there," Emse said in a soft voice.

I knew that my face was on fire, and I was terribly embarrassed that I'd interrupted such a private moment.

"It's okay," I mumbled, and then scooted past them as quickly as possible, making my way to the kitchen.

Once in the kitchen, I sat down on the nearest stool, burying my face in my hands. A few seconds later, I felt a pair of huge hands put themselves on my shoulder.

"What's got you all red in the face?" Emmett's loud voice asked me.

"Oh, uh . . . I stumbled upon Esme and Dr. H-Carlisle making out."

Emmett let out one of his booming laughs and gave my shoulders a squeeze. I was terrified that he'd catch my almost slip of calling Carlisle, Dr. Hot.

"Oh, yeah. I'm surprised this is the first time that you've stumbled upon them. They're always going at it."

"Who's always going at what?" Esme asked, coming into the kitchen with Carlisle behind her.

Emmett flashed her a grin. "You and Carlisle. Always smooching with us kids around."

Esme put a hand on her hip. "And why shouldn't we?"

"Because you're my parents, and I don't want to see it," came Edward's voice as he wrapped an arm around my waist.

Esme rolled her eyes. "Well, you didn't grow in a cabbage patch."

Edward threw up a hand. "Stop! I don't want to hear anymore."

Rose and I let out giggles at his obvious discomfort. Personally, while embarrassed, I thought it was sweet that they were still so much in love. By the time breakfast was done, the boys had been banned from the kitchen table for throwing food at each other and were on dish duty. After breakfast, I went and showered, then made my way back down to the kitchen. The boys had finished cleaning up, so I went looking for Edward. I found him in the living room, staring out at the backyard. Snow was falling, and it looked positively beautiful. Walking up to him, I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my cheek against his back.