Well some of you are worried about Bella and her tantrums.  Bella is very set in her ways, but she is still young, they will have issues to overcome, without a doubt.  Not everything will be peaches and cream all the time.  As for Edward being ejected from the game for the line drive to Jasper’s chest, we know we took some liberties there — but this is fiction.  Liz is being a good mom, and part of that is telling Bella to use her common sense.  Bella did over-react, but some people are emotionally driven and our Bella is one of them.  I love that a lot of you love Bella’s not laying down and her ability to stand up and fight.  I loved the Masen’s Little Slugger nick-name for Bella, I chuckled a lot over that.  I want to share one of my favorite comments I have read in reviews so far... “A scrappy Bella is a happy Bella!”  LOVE IT—just sayin’.  As promised we would share our favorite line with you...  Jess’s is: “No, I really didn’t hit her hard. That, or her face was just fat enough that it cushioned the blow,” I say as Dad starts to chuckle.  Mine is:  “The same man who had no time for me, but was able to catch a flying whore at the drop of a dime.”  We are both so glad that everyone seems to really be loving this story, thanks so much for your ongoing support and story love.  Thank you, (Jess) & Kasi~

TEASER:  “Baby,” I hear him say. “Are you going to wake up for me?”

“Mmhmm,” I mumble as I roll toward him. I feel his cool skin against my cheek and I hum in contentment. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Baby,” he says as he holds me tight.

“I really want to have sex,” I say with a sigh. “But I think I’m too tired.”

“My poor, sleepy, girl,” he says lifting my face so I can kiss him. His kiss wakes me up. I wrap my arms around his neck and deepen our kiss. His hand pushes up the t-shirt that I’m wearing. My whole body quivers as he rubs my sex. I was defiantly ready to go now. I swing my leg over him and I straddled his lap.

“I thought you were too tired, Baby?” he asks while taking my shirt off.

“But then you kissed me,” I say as I grind myself against his rock hard cock.

“Baby, you are so wet for me,” he says squeezing my ass.

“I could masturbate all day and it’s never the same,” I tell him as he kisses my neck.

“How often do you rub this little pussy?” he asks as he cups my wet sex.

“Whenever I need to,” I say as I grind myself into his hand.

“No more touching yourself when I’m not here,” he says as I pull back.

“Why?”

“Because I said so,” he says pulling me back to him.