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A B.A. in BS

Dear Edward, I have finally gotten over you No, that won’t work. Dear Edward, It’s been 3 years now. You never returned. At least you could keep ½ of your promise; I never saw you again, but the whole thing about life being as if you never existed is a large heaping load of horse sh— GAH! How do you tell your high school sweetheart, the man you stole your heart never to return it, the man who obsessed over keeping you safe, the man who left you broken in a forest because he did not love you anymore…how do you tell him that that you are finally over him and moving on, kinda-sorta. How do you tell him if he’s moved away with his family and you have no way to contact him? You write his sister’s husband, that’s how! What happens if Edward really never returned and Bella went on with her life? What happens if she was able to get over Edward, leave Forks, go to college, and make a life of her own? Would his heart break if he knew she was over him and could surive without him? Would she ever see him again? What about is family-could she really live with out her best friend, forever? What about the wolves? Jake? And oh, dear....what about Victoria?? This story takes place after Edward left. Bella was too much "into" herself (her depression was too strong) that she never did any of the extreme sports, never jumped off the cliff therefore leaving on reason for Alice to come back or for them to go to Volterra. This should be interesting. (BTW the title essentially means ABachelor of Arts inBull Sh--) FAIR WARNING: THERE IS SOME OOC ACTIVITY (Out Of Character) Also, there's some senuality coming up so be prepared :-) I have this "book" finished and the second "book" started and hopefully finished by the end of my holiday vacation. Thank you for allowing me creative license with what's in my head which will soon be on "paper".This Story is rated ADULT for language, future fight scenes, and sensuality. I just wrote a scene in one of the chapters that warranted a change in rating, sorry.Updat: this book is finished-on to the next!

You guys rock and I hope you'll fogive my months-long absence. School owned me for a while. I have a total of 23 chapters in this book and two more "books" after this. I hope you all enjoy!

6. Chapter 6

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Still Esme’s POV

“Freesias dear? Don’t be silly It’s just my new TA.”

“Esme Cullen,” he said with mocking authority, “I don’t think I ever remember a time when you were not honest with me. But I am going to give you the benefit of doubt that you are holding back information for an important reason. I will not force you to divulge that information, even if I am very suspicious. I trust your judgment, my darling. However, you may want to shower and get rid of those clothes. I do not think we want to see Alice’s reaction when she comes home and finds you smelling like her.”

My husband was too perceptive, but I was relieved that he did not question me further. I hated to keep information away from him. I was not necessarily lying to him as I did hug Brittany earlier. I just did not provide all the information to him. I smiled at him in affirmation that he was right.

“Perhaps you have a valid point,” I started to step closer to him and wrap my arms around his neck, “but if I have to take a shower, maybe you should, join me?.” My eyes were ablaze with passion for him.

“Hmm, that sounds like a wonderful idea, but may I make a suggestion?”

“Of course.”

“How about a long bubble bath?…follow me,” he lead me up the stairs to our master suite. He opened the door and I found our whole bedroom outlined in honeysuckle and vanilla candles. Such the romantic. He took me by the hand and lead me to our bathroom filled with more candles and organic lavender bubbles and fragrant red rose petals floating in our Jacuzzi tub..

I whipped around to face him, “What’s the occasion?” I said pulling him into me.

“You, me, but who really needs an occasion to show you how much I love you and how much my favorite professor means to me?” And…since the professor can’t eat apples, I had to find another way to get on her good side.”

“Why, Dr. Cullen! I never knew you to be such bad boy.” I smirked seductively.

“Well, you know I have to keep you on your toes.” He laughed deeply. “But first, let’s take care of those clothes.” He started to undress me slowly; first my white blouse was slipped off my shoulders and arms and my skirt slid off my hips and onto the floor. He quickly picked them up and threw them into the fireplace adjacent to the bathtub.

“You realize that now you will have to feel the wrath of Alice, right? That was her favorite pencil skirt on me.”

“Personally, the only wrath I want to feel right now is yours.” And with that he started the fire with a flick of a match, pulled of his shirt and whisked me up into his arms and carried me to the bathroom. The whole time I giggled like a schoolgirl. He set me down on the edge of the tub and slowly slipped my nude thighhighs off my legs. Then he reached behind me and unhooked my bar and ran his hands down my arms coaxing the straps to fall sensually down my arms. It was soon of me as well and thrown into the fire. Next, he knelt in front of me and ran his hands up my calves and thighs with his lips following shortly after. His hands found my lace thong at my waist and he slipped it off as I raised my butt slightly off the tub. His lips softly followed my things as he shimmied it off of my body. He tossed it too into the fire without his eyes leaving mine.

He picked me up kissing me gently and laid me in the tub. He gently slipped in behind me and I rested my head on his chest and nuzzelled into his chest as he wrapped his arms and legs around me. He gently started to kiss my neck. He then started to kiss from my neck to my ear sucking on my earlobe along the way. He kissed lightly behind my ear and sent hot waves of yearning though my body. I felt his love for me stiffen against my back. A gasp escaped from my lips as his hands caressessed my body and stopped when they found my breasts. He held them there for a moment cupping them and pinching my nipples with his finger tips.

It would be hours before our children came home and I was grateful for that. I loved to absorb every free minute possible with my husband. Although we had eternity together, it never seemed long enough to get enough of him. For now, I would live in the moment forever loving every square inch of him.


A few hours later we decided to get out of the tub and prepare for our children to come home. As soon as we were dressed, we floated down the stairs with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist and his head implanted in my hair taking in my scent. As if on cue, the front door opened and in walked 4 of our 5 children. Emmett and Jasper were clearly suppressing laughter with their lips pressed and their eyes wide, but unable to make contact with ours.

“Is there something funny boys?”

“Nope. Other than the fact that we would have been home HOURS ago, but something came up.” Cracked Emmett who busted out a hearty laugh. Jasper was trying very hard to hold his laughter in which came out in a slight snort. “But Alice had a vision and told us we would be better off waiting to come home until now.”

“What is so funny? Alice? Rose?” I questioned. Alice had the opposite look on her face. More like annoyance and disappointment Oh no. Did she know?

“Esme, I know you are my mother and I love you dearly, but the NEXT time you two have sex, could you refrain from burning your clothing! I still don’t understand WHY you did it, but next time please don’t.” Jasper, feeling pity for her, walked over to his wife and laughed while kissing her on her forehead as he held her. Emmett laughed so hard the house boomed as Rose hit him on the back of the head warranting a “HEY!” from him.

“At least they aren’t as bad as you and Rose your first decade. You had to be kicked out.” Jasper snickered.

“Alright!” I commanded ,“That’s enough kids now go…um, do your homework.” Everyone giggled and walked to their separate corners of the house.

I breathed a sigh of relief and I could see Jasper looking at me out of the corner of his eye suspiciously. In an instant, he turned his attention back to his wife. I would have to regain control of my emotions especially around him.

“Esme, I am going shopping. No, wait, WE are going shopping and you are getting new clothes since you decided to BURN yours.”

“Alice,” Emmett started, “you only allow us to wear clothes once. What does it matter?”

“I only allow YOU to wear something once. But Esme is mom and she can do whatever she wants and that skirt looked amazing on her as demonstrated my their activities this morning. But can she wear it again? NO. Why? Because when people have sex in this house apparently they lose all sense of reality and rationale!” She spat that out as she crossed her arms. Jasper pulled her closer and started to rub her arms consolingly.

“Alice, I would love to go shopping with you. When do you want to go?” She turned on a beaming smile.

“Right now. We can get to the mall by 7 and be home by 10.” Shopping was my daughter’s biggest strength…and weakness.

“I’ll drive,” I smiled at her. She jumped up from Jasper and ran into my arms. “You are the best mom!” Carlisle giggled. Alice shot him a look and he put his hands up in surrender with a mocking look of fear.

“I’m not happy with you, DAD.”

“Well I love you DAUGHTER.”

Alice rolled her eyes and reluctantly and quietly replied replied, “I love you, too.” I released her from our embrace and we went to our spouses to bid adieu.

We walked down to the garage after grabbing our purses and my keys. As we opened the car doors Alice stopped and looked at me horrified. I looked at her innocently as if nothing was wrong, as if I didn’t smell the freesia that must have transferred of my clothing onto driver’s seat only to intensify in the August heat in a closed car.

“What’s wrong ,dear? Did you have a vision?” I felt my attempt to remain calm might just be futile.

She closed her eyes as she poked her head into the car and inhaled deeply. As I had found out this afternoon, there was no denying Bella’s scent. She pulled her head out and looked at me in disbelief and so much pain. I knew how much it hurt her to leave Bella and never see her again. They were, in all senses, sisters, but I made a promise to Bella and I would not go against my word. Our family had already hurt her too much.

I motioned with my hand for Alice to get into the car and mouthed the words, “Not here. We’ll talk later”. She anxiously got in the car and we backed out of the garage and pulled onto the street and then onto the highway. We had been out of “hearing range” for about 5 minutes before she spoke. I was surprised at her restraint. She looked over at me with a face that would have had a waterfall of tears streaming down it if possible. She was so quiet and if possible, reluctant to speak.

“Esme, please tell me…is it really her?”