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Edward's POV-

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I had no idea how to fix the shower, so I, well Carlisle, had to call a plumber. As my lovely mate previously suggested.

"How did this happen?" the man who came- Johnathon his name was, asked.

"Teenagers playing tricks on each other," Carlisle said, a hint of roughness in his voice, we're in deep trouble.

"They're a good looking bunch your kids,"

We are aren't we? All of us were sat in the living room listening in to the conversation.

"Yes they are, and they are in a lot of trouble," Carlisle dictated, raising his voice towards the end.

"Alright, that should be it,"

"Thank you," our father thanked.

"No problem," John said, walking downstairs, he had his eyes on Bella. I hissed quietly before moving over to sit next to Bella, I wrapped my arm around her waist and began kissing her cheek.

"Goodbye, and again thanks," Carlisle said as John left. I wanted Bella to kiss me back, but she wouldn't.

"Edward!" Carlisle shouted. I lowered my head. "Yes Father?" I replied.

"You do realize how much trouble you're in," I nodded.

"Why?" Bella asked, "He was just getting me back for what I did to him,"

"And I will be talking to you later, Edward," Carlisle gestured for me to follow him.

"Wait, Carlisle I helped Edward." Emmett confessed.

"And I helped Bella," Alice added. Carlisle was gobsmacked. "Go to your rooms," He sighed, "Your individual rooms," I put my arm around Bella's waist, hey, he may be the leader, and my father, but he can't keep me away from my mate. As Bella walked into her room I pushed her against the wall.

I needed her lips to dance with my own. Luckily she gave me it.

Magic.

Pure magic.

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Bella's POV-

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I often wondered, why did this gorgeous boy choose me? Oh well, I loved him and he loved me. We kissed, until we were rudely interrupted by Emmett! I growled.

"Could you go for one second without sticking your tongues down each other's throats?!" He practically screamed at us.

"You can't exactly talk, you begged Rose yesterday to kiss you when she got mad at you for breaking the antique chair." He huffed before walking out.

"Let's stop."

He stopped, "Sorry, I got-" I waved his apologies away.

"Why do you always do that?" I asked, sitting up.

"Do what?"

"You always blame everything on yourself, but it almost is never always your fault, I kissed you back, it was part my fault as well." He smiled that crooked smile of his. Damn. That smile melts me. And Edward knew it. He lied down on his back. I lied down on my side, facing him.

"Bella," He murmured.

"Yes?"

"I love you,"

"I love you too, baby boy,"