More Than A One Night Stand

The Call

"We are now boarding flight 1407 to Miami, Florida. We are inviting passengers with small children and those who need special assistance to begin boarding at this time. Please have your boarding pass and a form of identification ready. Regular boarding begins in approximately ten minutes. Thank you!"

I wanted to strangle that overly perky woman working behind the counter, not because I found her annoying, but because I just didn't want to be on this flight and I didn't want to have to suffer through yet another holiday with my father barely giving me the time of day. I swear, ever since I decided that I didn't want to become a doctor like him, he has barely ever acknowledged my existence. The man was a doctor specializing in trauma cases – like if you were to break your leg falling off of a house and break your leg; shit like that.

Sitting here just waiting to board the plane was just torture, and what made it worse was that there were three small children who were going to make our flight very interesting. They were already screaming and yelling at their parents who were doing their best to keep the calm. I swear if those brats were my kids they wouldn't be throwing fucking tantrums. Some of the kids were way too old to be acting the way they were.

Then there was my brother, Emmett, he was sitting next to me not even looking up from his phone. He has been texting with Rosalie, Bella's step-sister, this entire time. He had a hilarious grin on his face whenever he would get around the woman. I liked what Rosalie did for him, she never took any of his shit, and she also turned him to mush just by looking at him a certain way.

"We are now boarding regular passengers for flight 1407 to Miami, Florida. Please be sure to have proper identification and your boarding pass ready. Thank you!" Again with the fake enthusiasm? I swear, no one was buying that she loved her job; the permanent frown on her face was proof of that. I punched Emmett in the shoulder and muttered that it was time to board and we gathered our bags and went to get in line to wait our turn. I just hoped that there would be no further hassle with the staff at the airport. I swear when I was walking through the security lines I was given a prostate exam the way the man was searching me. I set off the alarm both times after removing everything from my pockets – this was the obvious sign that I was some sort of drug mule and had packs of drugs taped to my body or something. I mean, wouldn't the machine that does the full body scan nix that suspicion? Apparently not.

Thankfully, the line moved fairly quickly and we made our way on to the plane. We were in the middle of the plane. This couldn't be helped, seeing as how these were one of the last tickets for a flight to Orlando. Serves me right or waiting until the last minute to book a flight during one of the busiest times of the year.

Once we got to our row a female flight attendant came to assist us, and I couldn't help but notice how she was trying to flirt with the two of us while trying to not come across so obvious – she wasn't doing a very good job.

"Hello, my name is Irina. I will be one of your flight attendants on this flight, can I get either of you fine gentlemen something to drink?" I detected a hint of a Russian accent.

"Yeah, hi Irina, do you guys serve beer on this flight or what?" I snorted trying to hold back my laughter at how blunt Emmett was with her. This obviously flustered her a bit and it took her a few seconds to regain her composure before politely telling us that alcoholic drinks were for first and business class only, and proceeded to give us a short list of what we could have to drink being that we were in economy class.

"We'll have two bottled waters." I said before my brother could spout off some stupid tangent about how unfair it was that he couldn't have his Bud Light. Irina gave a small smile and hurried off to fill our drink order.

"You didn't have to be a complete dick to her Em; she's just doing her job."

"Yeah, well we paid for this flight why do the business class and first class get all the good stuff?" I just rolled my eyes and sighed. It was obvious because they paid more for their flight, and this is what we get for booking a flight last minute – I wasn't about to tell him this and risk losing my head with him shouting at me the entire plane ride.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome onboard Flight 1407. We are currently third in line for take-off and are expected to be in the air in eight minutes time. We ask that you please fasten your seatbelts at this time and secure all baggage underneath your seat or in the overhead compartments."

I sighed and kicked back in my seat. We had already done all of this, and the fact that the man up there was telling everyone to do it again was very annoying.

"We also ask that your seats and table trays are in the upright position for take-off. Please turn all of your personal electronic devices, including laptops and cell phones. Smoking is prohibited for the duration of the flight. Thank you for flying American Airlines. Enjoy your flight."

My phone was already turned off. I've been on enough flights with visiting my grandparents on a fairly regular basis that I had all the announcements practically memorized. Irina, the flight attendant, returned with our waters and batted her eyelashes at the two of us before going back to her seat to get ready for take-off. There was a collective gasp from the children on board when the plane began to taxi out to the runway. I tightened my seatbelt when the 'fasten seat belts' light came on.

And like clockwork about halfway into the flight the captain came over the intercom and introduced his self. He gave us the typical greeting. He told us how high we were and how fast we were going. The children on the flight all gasped and giggled at that last factoid. He also added that the cabin crew would be serving a light snack and beverage – your basic boring captain announcement.

I was thankful that I had a seat that was next to the window. I looked outside and I still was amazed that while we were high up in the sky, you could still see the ground and some of the houses – granted it was about 33,000 feet below us. Irina made sure to check in on us and attempted to flirt with us again. I was shocked when Emmett out right told Irina that he wasn't interested and that he had a girlfriend back home.

Flustered, the flight attendant quickly retreated to the galley and Emmett went on like nothing just happened.

"Since when is Rosalie your girlfriend? You two've only dated a handful of times. I've never known you to jump right into a monogamous relationship.""Well, isn't that the pot calling the kettle black? So what if I told a little white lie. I am definitely interested in Rosalie, and I can see her and I getting serious – not married serious, but boyfriend/girlfriend serious." My brother said as he stuffed his face with a handful of peanuts. "Beschides, whash's goin on whiff you and Beh-wa?" My brother attempted to ask while chewing with his mouth stuffed with peanuts. He had a point though.

What is going on with Bella and me?

I mean, the woman, though smoking hot and gets my blood boiling – not to mention she definitely turns me on just by walking in the room, is married and has two kids. I can't ask her to give that all up and be with me. Granted, she's told me that she's been unhappy with her husband…

God, I don't even know what to do.

It finally came time to make our descent into Miami five hours later after taking off from Chicago. We did the normal drill we fastened our seatbelts and landed at the Miami airport about fifteen minutes ahead of schedule.

Emmett and I hurried off of the plane and went to baggage claim and after waiting for our bags to make an appearance we found that my bags are not on the baggage claim area.

Of course this would happen to me, especially with the kind of flight we had.

I had a head-splitting headache that I'm fairly certain the only way to get rid of it was to either take an entire bottle of Tylenol or cut my head off at this point. The screaming toddler sitting behind us definitely wasn't helping. I know that the kid was crying from his ears popping and he was confused and it probably hurt him, but why did I have to suffer; couldn't his parents have drove down here in their car?

"Shit, of course I would have this kind of luck; at least I have a change of clothes in my carry on." I said and told Emmett to go ahead and check in at the counter. I would have to file a missing luggage report and hope to God that they find it and ship ahead to my grandparents' address.

I finally finished with dealing with the people in missing luggage and I had to beg and plead to let the woman standing at the gate to let me on. Apparently they had called my name three times and then announced that they were finishing up boarding. I was 'lucky' that I was allowed on the plane at all, the pilot wanted to take off.

Like it's my fault the take-off time is a half hour behind schedule lady.

Oh how I wish I could say that out loud, but I didn't want to be detained by airport security and miss my connecting flight to Orlando. I didn't need another thing for my father to nag at me over.

I carefully snaked to my seat and plopped down in my seat next to the window – at least I still had a window seat. Emmett was finishing up a phone call with Rosalie as I sat down. He asked me how I was doing and asked what the people in Missing Luggage said about what would be done about my bags. I told him what they told me; if they found my luggage they would call and notify me then have it shipped to the address I put down on the form I had to fill out. I put down our apartment address as well as our grandparents' address. So either way I would still end up with my clothes and suitcase eventually.

"Sounds like a shitty situation, and I heard the flight attendants talking about you – you sure know how to make an appearance Eddy." Emmett smirked. I rolled my eyes and managed not to give him the finger. "What have I said about you using that stupid nickname with me?" I huffed. I absolutely hated that nickname my brother gave me when we were younger. It was cute when we were in preschool, but now that we were almost in our thirties it was rather annoying.

Which would explain why Emmett said it – he loved to annoy the shit out of me.

It wasn't until after 9:30pm we landed in the Orlando airport and went to get our – or should I say Emmett's – luggage.

I saw I had received a text message and checked to see who it was from. I was surprised that I saw it was my mother, I could only assume that my cousin Tanya texted for her, and that was confirmed when I opened it up and read the text.

Hey Ed, usin' ur mom's cell.We r dwn by the food courtGet your ass over here b4 I eatall your French fries!

Only my cousin Tanya would text like this, she uses shorthand text so much that I've actually seen when she's writing things down on paper it reads the way she texts.

Tanya's father and my mother are brother and sister, and Tanya just graduated high school earlier in the year and convinced her parents to allow her to take a year off before she started college. Before I booked the flight she called to tell me that she would have a surprise that she wanted to show me in person – apparently it was something that couldn't be done over the phone.

I relayed Tanya's message to Emmett and we headed for the food court. What I saw when Emmett and I got to the food court surprised me, and rendered Emmett speechless. My eighteen year old cousin looked like she was hiding a beach ball under her shirt. I mean this was my baby cousin, she wasn't supposed to be pregnant. She was supposed to go to college, have fun, party all night and sleep all day; she wasn't supposed to be a mother so young. But being pregnant didn't seem to hinder Tanya's demeanor, because once she spotted us she hurried – as fast as a pregnant woman could hurry – to greet us. I steadied her when she lost her balance after our hug.

"I know what you're thinking, and I wasn't planning on this ever happening; at least for a few years. But I've actually grown to like the idea of being a mother. I even have a name picked out and everything. What do you think of the name, Olivia Quinn Platt? I just love how cute it sounds!" And her gushing continued even after we took our seats at the table. My mother, Esme, tried desperately to get Tanya to take a breath and just relax; she joked that if Tanya wasn't careful she would have the baby right here in the middle of this food court; Tanya quieted down at that comment and continued eating from the tray full of food before her.

"I was beginning to wonder if you were going to show up or not boys, you two are cutting it kinda close aren't we?" I just shrugged my shoulders and Emmett apologized. I snickered when I heard he accidentally use my mother's first name instead of 'mom'. My mother didn't like it when Emmett did this and always corrected him. When Emmett was eight his mother was in her hospital with terminal leukemia she had told my mother that she wasn't getting better and that she wanted Emmett to come live with us. So yeah, being six years old I was excited to finally have an older brother; but what I got instead was a complete stranger. Emmett kept to himself and didn't bother to try to get to know me. I would go to his door and ask if he wanted to play, and he would either tell me to go away or he wouldn't give a response.

And now that he and I were running our own business together says how far he and I have come, and he is very much like my older brother.

"Sorry mom, but Eddy here got held up with airport security and –" I wanted to strangle Emmett at that very moment, I knew what he was doing and I would definitely pay him back for it later.

"Whoa, wait hold up, Edward Anthony Masen Cullen what did you do that you had to involve the airport security?!"

Thanks a lot Emmett…

I gave the quick version of what happened and I couldn't help but cringe when I saw my cousin's eyes light up. I knew what that meant and it meant that I would have to suffer through a shopping trip with a hormonal seven month pregnant woman.

God help me.

*~MTAONS~*

I managed to put it off for as long as possible, but after suffering through two days with only one change of clothes I decided that I would go shopping with Tanya for some clothes to help me brave the time I would be trapped here with my entire family. Now, shopping with Tanya was the most miserable six hours – yes I said six hours – of my life. Since I apparently lost my entire luggage that was a sign to the shopping gods that I needed a completely new wardrobe. I'm not even kidding my cousin took me to like twelve different shops and I ended up buying a few shirts and a couple of jeans.

As I sat here in the food court listening to my cousin go on and on about what all she still needed to buy for her baby I couldn't help but start wondering what Bella was doing at this very moment. It hadn't 's not even been a whole day since I last saw her back home and I couldn't get her out of my head. I wanted to call her and see how things were going for her. I knew that she was married – I don't normally get involved with married women, but something about her really spoke to me. I held my cell phone in my hand and stared at the screen trying to decide if I should call her or not.

"You do know that you actually have to dial the number in order to talk to someone right Ed?" Tanya said in between eating her tray of assorted food. I let out a sigh and just stared at my cousin. Tanya started talking again and I heard what she was saying, but my mind was back in Chicago but try as I might I couldn't get that woman out of my head.

After all that time at the mall I drove us back to my grandparents' house – but I would classify it as an estate. But I suppose my grandfather can afford it with being a retired doctor specializing in neurosurgery; yet another nail in my coffin in how I've disappointed my father.

"Let me know if you decide to pick a fight with Uncle Carlisle, I want to make sure I have a front row seat for the fireworks." I ignored her attempt to rile me up, plus I knew that she was telling me, without actually telling me, that I'd better be on my best behavior and that my dad was already on one of his tirades. I swear I wonder how mom puts up with him sometimes – then I remember that his disapproval is always directed towards me.

I helped Tanya into the house and hurried up to the room I would be sharing with Emmett for the duration of this trip and put my clothes up in the closet. Why did everything I do remind me of Bella? I knew that we weren't exactly together, but dammit that woman was constantly on my mind. Every time I would look at something outside the window of the car I wondered if Bella liked that as well or if she hated it. I barely even know this woman and it still amazed me at how much space she takes up in my mind.

Dinner time finally came around and the entire family, extended family included, sat down for a formal dinner. Everyone was making small talk getting all the information about everyone. I knew better though. No one was bothering to ask me what I was doing with my life right now, but then I knew why that was the case – no one wanted to piss off my father. I'm not even sure why he thinks so lowly of someone who would rather teach someone how to eat better and exercise in the right way, than work eighty plus hours a week and drowning with debt. I knew that I wouldn't have to have worried about the student loans if I had gone to medical school. With my grandfather being a renowned neurosurgeon, and my father being a well-liked trauma surgeon I would either not have to worry about the loans or not worry about how long it would take me to pay the loans back.

"So Edward, how is your personal trainer business going? Emmett's told me a lot about how you've been getting more and more clients." I smiled at my Aunt Dorthea, she was my father's older sister and she was always the go between dad and me recently. I casually explained what all was going on and how many clients we've had since we put the ad out in the paper. I chanced a glance over to my father and I could tell that he was very uncomfortable.

Good, let him be the uncomfortable one for once.

Dinner went on without an outburst from either me or my dad; so all in all I'd say that dinner was a success.

I excused myself and went to the family room and sat down in front of the fire. I was mesmerized by the flames that I hadn't noticed that my grandfather sat down next to me. We sat in comfortable silence for a while before he finally spoke. "What's the girl's name that's got my grandson so unfocused?" I looked at him confused and wondered how he even knew I had been thinking about Bella this entire trip so far. "Don't look at me like that. I may be older than dirt to you, but I'm still your grandfather and I know when someone is in love. Now tell me, what's the lucky girl's name?" My grandfather said as he elbowed me gently. After a bit more prodding on his part I finally caved and told him all I knew about Bella. I mentioned that she had two children, while making to leave out the part where she has a husband. My grandfather seemed to approve of Bella and that really excited me.

"Grandpa, why do you think dad disapproves of my decision to not become a doctor like him? I mean, I still help people; I make sure that they aren't sick and I help them eat better. I would assume that he would be happy with that at least." I knew that I probably wouldn't get the answer I was looking for from my retired neurosurgeon of a grandfather, but I wanted to hear what he had to say.

"Edward, your father is a very complicated man; always has been. From the time he was old enough to play with my doctor bag he wanted to be a doctor, and when he applied to medical school and got waitlisted I wasn't going to help him, but when he came to me and told me how much he wanted to be doctor, to help people, I pulled some strings and got him into the John Hopkins Medical School and the rest is history.

Now, I think the reason your father and you butt heads is a simple thing – you never really knew what you wanted to be, and when you had just turned six years old, you would always tell him that you wanted to be a doctor like him. That really struck a chord with him. I got a phone call from him telling me how proud he was that you wanted to be a doctor just like him. But as we all know, things change; you decided that you no longer wanted to be a doctor, BUT you still wanted to help people. Your father will come around to understand that this is what you want to do and that this is what you're good at. I ask you to just not try and pick a fight with him. I had completely forgotten about the fact I wanted to be a doctor just like my father when I was younger.

I've felt that I've always known that I wanted to help people stay fit and eat healthier, and to find out that the reason my father acts as if he doesn't want to be even in the same room as me is that I no longer wanted to be like him both saddened me and infuriated me. I suppose I could see his side of things, but isn't the first rule of being a parent is to put the needs and wants of your kids before your own?

My grandfather left me to mull over the information he bombarded me with and I found myself taking in the view of the eight-foot tall Christmas tree. The base was surrounded by presents and decorated to the point I was fairly certain that there was no bare space left on this tree.

I was about to head up to bed when I felt my phone buzz from my pocket. When I pulled it out and saw that it was a text from Bella I debated whether or not to open it. My curiosity got the best of me though. With a few swipes of my fingers I read the text message. What I read wasn't what I was expecting, and at the same time I had no clue what she was trying to say.

Edwardwe need to talk face 2 face.I wont tell you over text.I hope youre having a good holiday-Bella

Shit!

What was it that she wanted to tell me that she couldn't tell me over the phone that she wanted to meet in person?

One thing was certain, and that was that I would definitely not be getting a good night's sleep tonight – or any night until I found out what Bella wanted to tell me.

What are your thoughts? What could Bella have to say to him? Is she pregnant? (this particular one has been a running theory among you lovely readers) Could she want to end their relationship? Is she finally leaving Garrett?

Well you will all find out for sure this Friday ;)

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