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Tuesday, February 9, 2010

What Happens Behing Closed Doors


Edward's POV

When I started my shift yesterday morning I never expected that a patient would have the ability to turn my life upside down. From the moment the EMT's wheeled Bella Swan into my ER I knew that my life was changed forever. The emotions that were provoked in me after just 10 minutes was staggering. As a doctor I always feel a deep responsibility towards each patient that I care for but with Bella it was different. With her I wanted to protect her with everything that I had. I found myself drawn to her in a way that I had never felt before. It was like my soul was instantly bonded to hers. I had never believed in the ability to fall in love at first sight but that is exactly what I think happened.

Of course I have loved before, I am deeply in love with my wives. Rosalie and I have been married for almost 6 years, but I loved her long before that. We have loved each other since we were in diapers, everything that I have done she has been there with me. She is my biggest supporter she always has been and always will be. In simple terms Rosalie is my rock. She inspires me to achieve great things. Our love can be compared to the air you may not be able to see but you know that it's presence is always there.

Then there is Alice, she is like a breath of fresh air. She possesses a loving and playful nature that balances out my serious side. Her love has awakened a part of me that I never knew existed. She fulfills a part of me that craves adventure and brings out the creativity in me. Alice knows what I am thinking before I even think it. We have a strong spiritual love that makes it seem like we were made from the same cloth.

But Bella just seems to complete the most basic part of me. When I touched her my whole body hummed with excitement. It was like I was truly alive for the first time. Then when she opened her deep soulful brown eyes I knew that I was lost. In that moment I lost my soul to this beautiful creature. There is nothing that I wouldn't do for her.

“Edward! Edward! Edward Anthony Cullen what is the matter with you?” The annoyed voice of my wife Alice finally penetrated my thoughtful mind.

“I'm sorry Alice, I didn't hear you.” Running my fingers through my hair I tried to still my racing mind.

She placed her hand on top of mine and removed it from my hair. “I will have you know that I have been standing here for the past five minutes trying to get your attention. What is going on in that mind of yours?” She looks at me with searching eyes trying to decipher my mood. All of a sudden her eyes glaze over and a blank look crosses her face. “Oh, Edward I am so happy for you. I don't know what happened but I can see that you have now found the missing part of yourself.”

I couldn't help but smile at my little pixie of a wife, she knows me so well. I rise to my feet and pull her small frame into my body. Alice is a stunning woman with her short black hair and butterscotch colored eyes. She has a childlike quality about her that makes it easy for everyone to love her. I gently lifted her chin so that she was staring into my face before bending down and capturing her lips with mine. I pore all of the emotions that were swirling through my mind and body and pack it into that kiss. I know that there is nothing that I couldn't discuss with her. After gently ending our kiss I pull her closer into my chest, resting my chin on the top of her head and close my eyes. “Alice I met someone today and the second I laid eyes on her it was like something in me just clicked and I felt whole. I never realized that there was even something missing in my life until I met her.”

She stepped out of my embrace and I expected the worst. “Edward that is wonderful. Oh my God I can't believe I didn't see this coming! When are you taking her out? How long of a courtship and engagement are you going to want to have? What does she look like? Do I know her? Does she work here at the hospital? There is just so much to do, we are going to need to go shopping right away. Do you know what size she wears? Never mind that, when can I meet her? so I can get started on her new wardrobe. I just know that we are going to be best friends.”

I couldn't help but smile at my over eager wife. I still could not figure out how she always managed to get so many words out in just one breath. “Alice, sweetie you need to slow down. There is a lot I have to tell Rosalie and you about her. But I don't think I am going to be taking her out. She isn't from around here. She doesn't understand our ways. And I'm sure that she wasn't interested in me the same way I was interested in her.” I tried to keep the hurt and frustration out of my vice but it was impossible.

“You know Edward you should really have more faith in yourself. You are a strong, loving, smart and caring man, not to mention you are drop dead gorgeous. Any girl would be over the moon to have you in her life. Look you were able to get Rosalie and myself to marry you and compared to us this girl will probably be a piece of cake.”

She reached up and grabbed my face between her small hands. Pulling me down towards her she gives me a searing kiss. It is only seconds before her hands start wandering my body and I become instantly hard. I can't suppress the moan that comes from my lips only to have them swallowed by her mouth. She gently palms my erection while breaking our kiss. “Why don't we get out of here so that I can take care of you and make you realize how amazing you really are."

“Alice I think that is a wonderful idea.” I release her from my arms and walk over to my locker to grab my jacket and bag. Picking up her bag that had been forgotten on the floor I reach for her hand and tug her out of the locker room. We quickly make it to my silver Audi S4 Cabriolet. This is the car that we usually drive to work in, it is sleek, stylish and it goes extremely fast. We make the twenty minute drive in silence. The great thing about me and Alice is that we never have to talk to know what the other is thinking.

Pulling into the garage I hurry around to open Alice's door and offer her my hand to help her out. The second that my hand touches hers my cock was hard again and she knew it. Alice loves the power that she has over my body, she instantly took control and jumped into my arms.

Wrapping her legs around my waist I began to walk out of the garage and into Alice's section of the house. Her hands were all over me ripping my shirt from my body she was grinding her pelvis into my crotch. I headed straight towards her master bathroom knowing that we both needed a shower just as bad as we needed a release.

By the time we reached Alice's bathroom we were both naked from the waist up and she had already loosened the lies of our scrub pants. I gently placed her on the counter as I turned to start the shower my pants pooled around my ankles as I walked. I make my way back over to her and we quickly finished undressing. Alice turns her back to me as she steps into the shower stall. I step in after her and wrap my arms around her body, kissing every inch of skin I could reach.

The hot massaging water cascades down our bodies as Alice turns in my arms. Foreplay was not on the agenda for this evening and I roughly lifted her once again into my arms. Feeling her tongue touching mine I plunged my hard cock into her dripping wet core. Pressing Alice's back up against the shower wall it allows me more leverage and I lean back slightly allowing me to go even deeper. I trail kisses over her neck, face, and finally her open mouth. Knowing that I was not going to last long I reached my hand in between our bodies so that I can rub and pinch her sensitive clit. My fingers work in circles keeping time with my thrusts. After a minute I felt the surges of energy rolling through Alice's body knowing that she had found her release. As her body clenches down hard on my cock I can't hold my orgasm off any longer and release into her.

Holding Alice closely to me I sit on the built in shower bench and cradle her in my arms as our breathing slowly returns to normal. “I Love You, Edward.” She whispers into my ear while wrapping her arms around my neck.

I nuzzle my face into her neck “I Love You too, Alice. I am so beat baby girl, I don't think I can keep my eyes open much longer. Lets get washed up and into bed.”

Alice nods her agreement and picks up the body wash rubbing it into her hands she cleans my body with her bare hands. Not to be outdone I add a generous amount to my own hands and wash her body with gentle caresses. Alice washes my hair and I can't control the moans of pleasure that flow from my mouth. Not to be outdone I massage her scalp when its my turn to wash her hair. It was a pure moment that needed no words.

With our bodies and souls cleaned I step out of the shower and quickly dry myself off before Alice steps out into the waiting towel. I gently dry her off before I pick her up and carried her to bed. The second that I place Alice on the bed she was sound asleep, I climb in next to her and pull her into my arms before sleep overtakes me as well.

I am brought out of my peaceful slumber by nails lightly raking down my chest. A deep growl escapes my chest and I quickly grab the wrist of my attacker and tug. Rosalie squeals as she lands hard on top of me. I wrap my arms tightly around her and place a loud smacking kiss on her cheek. “Good morning gorgeous.”

“Edward, you let me up right this instant.” She huffs in mock anger. Rosalie has the looks that could make her the world's best lingerie model. She has long bleach blond hair, aqua colored eyes, a perfect hourglass figure with large full breasts. She is the envy of every women and a mans wet dream come true. The thing I love most about Rosalie is she portrays a hard, bad ass attitude to strangers but to those she loves she is a truly loving loyal women.

Reluctantly I loosen my hold on her but not before running my hand over her magnificent silk covered chest. I stretch my arms over my head and Rosalie jumps out of the bed and smacks my shoulder. I couldn't help but smirk as I see true irritation in her eyes. "Rosalie you know I love you right?" I pout knowing that she can not resist me when I do.

Narrowing her eyes she gives me a pointed look and puts on a sickeningly sweet smile. "Of course I know you love me, who wouldn't. And you my dear husband know that I love you too. Now get out of that bed this instant, we made your favorite breakfast and it is getting cold."

Without another word she turns on her 4 inch heels and walks out the door. I loved watching her walk out of a room she swayed her jean clad hips seductively.

Scrambling out of bed I make my way into Alice's huge walk-in closet. Looking at all the cloths that hang from the racks I seriously consider forbidding Alice from buying anything else until she has worn everything in here at least twice. At the very least I should rethink her weekly allowance. I walk over to the back where a small rack and twin dresser sit that contain my cloths, selecting a pair of jeans and a polo shirt I grab boxers and head into the bathroom. I wash up and brush my teeth before getting dressed to head downstairs.

Walking into the kitchen I see Alice and Rosalie attempting to finish breakfast. Neither of my wives can cook very well but together they can manage a pretty descent breakfast. I walk up behind Alice and kissed her on the cheek. “Good morning baby girl.” Then I snatched a piece of bacon off the plate in front of her and quickly walked away. Before I was able to get too far Alice smacked my ass and laughed.

“Good morning to you too Edward. You know breakfast will be on the table in one minute you couldn't of waited til then to eat.”

I walk over to where Rosalie is setting the table and I tap her on the shoulder to get her attention. She glares at me but not before I notice a small smile on her lips. “Please don't be mad at me, Rosie, I love you and really missed you while I was at work.” I knew she wasn't really mad at me, but it never hurt to suck up a little especially after we were apart for any length of time.

“You know that I can never stay mad at you Edward. I just missed you so much and sometimes it makes me crazy.” She steps closer to me and presses herself flush against me. She gives me a chaste kiss on my lips and attempts to pull away, but I was not having any of that. I wrap my arms around her waist and capture her lips in a passionate kiss. I suck lightly on her bottom lip knowing that it drives her crazy. But I was not letting her go until I made her purr. Finally getting the result I was searching for I force myself to release her.

“Save that for later, gorgeous.” I whisper into her ear and place a gentle kiss on the sensitive skin of her neck.

I sit down in my normal seat and look around the kitchen at my beautiful family. It did my heart good to see my wives together and happy. It is moments like this that make life worth living. I wonder if this happy mood will continue once I inform them I want to tell our whole life stories to a journalist. Even worse I am worried about telling Rosalie about Bella. For a split second I consider not telling her about my feelings, but I know I can't do that. When we got married we made a promise to each other that we would never lie to one another. Rosalie's father Aro never spoke to his wives he only ever talked at them and it made the lives of everyone involved miserable. I never wanted to be like that. I may be the head of our household but we were all equals. As equals it was important to always be open and honest with one another.

Breakfast was an enjoyable affair. We talked about what had gone on in our lives while we were apart. After breakfast was finished we cleared the table and cleaned up together. We always found a way to make the most basic chore fun.

When I was off from the hospital it was an unspoken rule that everyone was off. Working 36 hours on 36 hours off was hard on all of us but we made it work. I was fortunate that Alice's supervisor loved me, so she always scheduled her during my shifts. For now Alice worked two 16 hour shifts a week and they were always scheduled for the last 16 hours of one of my shifts.

Rosalie was a Mechanical Engineer and worked mostly from home. She developed an enhancement to car engines that every major car manufacturer is currently trying to purchase. Occasionally she has had to travel but either Alice or myself always accompany her.

“Could we possibly all go into the library and talk? I have a proposition that I would like to propose to you both.” I take both of them by the hand and together we walk into the library.

Walking them over to the couch I leave them to go sit on the straight backed wing-chair. I need to be able to see the expressions on there faces as we have this conservation. How do I start this? My heart started racing and I pinched the bridge of my nose to try and calm myself down. So much was riding on this conversation.

“Edward your scaring me please just spit it out. It can't be that bad and if it is we can get through it together.” Rosalie's voice was full of apprehension. She was looking at me like the floor was about to drop out from under us. If I was wrong about Bella I guess in a way it could.

“It's nothing like that Rosie. I was just trying to figure out the best way to go about this. You always say that I over think everything and now is certainly no different. Yesterday at the hospital I met a very interesting patient. Her name is Isabella Swan and she is a journalist. She is here doing a story about polygamy and has asked me if she could interview us.”

Rosalie jumps up off the couch and steps up in front of me. “Absolutely not Edward. You are not going to allow some outsider to come into our home and start causing problems.” As she speaks each word becomes louder then the last.

“First off you are going to watch your tone of voice. Now would you please just sit down and hear me out for a minute. Bella has told me that she is here to get the true story of how Christian Polygamy works. She has given me her word that she will only print the truth. She just wants to let the world know about what it really means to be a polygamist.” Alice reaches her hand out and places it on top of Rosalie's. My guess is she did this to try and calm her down.

“Well you can count me in. Rosalie I think Edward is right this has the potential to be an amazing thing for our community. Everyone has such a warped view of us that I think it would be good to let them see what polygamy really is.” I knew that Alice would agree with me. She was always able to see the whole picture.

“I have spent some time with her and she seems sincere to me. I don't know how to explain it but there is just something about her that draws me in.”

By this time Rosalie is once again on her feet. She begins to pace in front of the large picture window that overlooks the gardens. “Of course she is going to say things like that. She would say anything to get what she wants. But she can't be trusted, no journalist can.” Frustrated she picks up a vase and throws it against the wall.

“That's enough Rosalie, you will go into my study and wait for me. I will not tolerate that kind of behavior. You could have really hurt yourself or someone else.”

She storms out of the room saying profanities under her breath. Alice kneels down in front of me and takes my face into her small hands. She knows how much I hate having to raise my voice at Rosalie or herself. She places a light kiss to my lips.

“I'm sorry for ruining your day, baby girl. I never expected her to have such a negative response. Maybe she's right and we shouldn't talk to Bella.” As the words leave my mouth a deep pain stabs my heart.

“Edward do not second guess yourself. We both know that this is a good idea, deep down she does too. You just have to give her a little time she will come around.

Walking over to Alice I give her a hug, before leaving the library and heading towards my study.


Rosalie's POV

I can't believe I let my temper get the better of me again. It has been over a month since I have been sent here for discipline. Walking into the study I quickly make my way over to the corner and wait for Edward's instructions. I know that this is necessary I raised my voice to him and I broke the vase his mother Esme gave us for our first anniversary.

Since the first time I had been punished Edward has always made me wait in the corner for him. By standing here it allows me to think about what I did wrong. It also allows us the much needed time to cool down. Unlike my father Edward has never spanked me out of anger. Sure he is upset with my behavior, but he always waits until he has his anger under control before disciplining me.

I hear Edward walk into the room about fifteen minutes later, but he does not say anything to me yet. He walks around the room getting everything ready for my punishment. I can hear him place the high back armless chair in the center of the room. He opens his desk drawer and I know that it will be a long time before I forget this punishment. But this just makes me stand up straighter because I deserve this, I have been unreasonable to him and I am ready to apologize.
Feeling the heat of his body against my back his hand forcefully smacks my ass several times in quick secession. “Turn around and face me Rosalie. Do you know why you are about to be spanked?”

I let out a loud sigh as I turn and face my husband. “I'm being spanked for three reasons first because I disrespected you by yelling. Then to make matters worse I let my temper get the best of me and threw the vase like a child. And last but not least I'm getting spanked because I couldn't give you the courtesy of hearing you out before I passed judgment. I really am sorry Sir.”

He searches my eyes trying to judge my sincerity. I guess he found what he was looking for because he took my hand and lead me to the chair. “Strip!”

Removing my cloths was always a humbling experience. The first time he had told me to strip I tried to take advantage of his lust for my body and undress slowly and seductively. But I quickly found out that wouldn't work he had given me five additional smacks with the belt and warned never to do that again or it would be worse. So I quickly undressed and placed my clothing on the floor next to the chair. Once I was fully naked he took my arm pulling me down over his knees.

He adjusted my position for both of our comfort. While I lay there his hand caressed my bare ass as he began his lecture. “I am very disappointed that you were unable to vocalize your frustration.” Slap! Slap! His hand falls on my right then left sit spot. “Instead you felt the need to act like a child and throw the vase.” Slap! Slap! He continues to lecture me while gradually picking up the speed and intensity of his smacks.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Moving his hand in now quick succession he once again moves down to my sit spot. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

Towards the middle of my spanking when it starts to hurt I kick my legs and try to wiggle out of his hold. It never works though it only causes him to hold me tighter and I feel secure in his embrace. Slap! Slap! Edward never hits the same spot twice, he makes sure to evenly cover my whole ass and upper thighs with sure firm smacks. Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! He changes sides with each pass of the hand. Slap! Slap!

"I do not expect you to agree with everything that I say, but I do expect you to be respectful and allow me to talk.” Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! By now the tears have begun to fall. I hate disappointing him. While he spanks me I feel all my anger and frustration leave my body. The physical pain is intense but it is nothing to the pain that I feel in my soul. Slap! Slap! As he continues to punish my poor backside turning it a lovely shade of red I can't help but to love him more.

I put my complete trust into him, he would never hurt me. Yes the act of the spanking hurt but he never gives me more then I can handle. When Edward spanks me with his hand there is never a set number or time frame for this punishment. He will spank me until my body has completely relaxed over his lap and I have given him my total submission. This lets him know that I have truly repented for my wrongdoing and am ready to be forgiven. He does it out of Love and I respect him all the more for it.

He stops the fevered rain on my backside and slowly rubs my back. He leans over my prone body and whispers words of love in my ear while I calm myself down slightly. “Rosalie, when you're ready you may get up.” I continue to lay over his lap while he lovingly caresses my flaming backside. After a moment I slowly start to lift myself up, Edward assists me to my feet and stands in front of me.

“I Love You Rosalie.” Edward cradled my face in his hands and kissed my tear stained cheeks. “All is forgiven.” I know that Edward hates to punish me and he always has a hard time keeping his emotions under control. He cradles my body and rubs my back to comfort not only me but himself as well.

The emotions I am feeling are overwhelming. He has just shown me proof of his physical love for me and I feel the need to return the favor. I drop to my knees in front of me and gently unhook his belt. I look up at him and plead with my eyes for him to allow me to do this. He nods his head and I quickly unzip his jeans and push them along with his boxers to the floor.

I grab his semi hard cock in my hand and run my tongue alone the underside of his shaft. He hardens instantly and I put the tip of his cock in my mouth and suck gently. Edward moans and puts his hands on my head, not to guide me but more for support.

I begin bobbing my head up and down taking a little more of him into my mouth with each pass. Once I have his erection fully in my mouth I begin to suck a little harder. I run my hands up the inside of his thighs and wrap my right hand around the base of his cock while my left hand gently massages his balls. I continue this for several minutes until my jaw starts to ache.

I release him from my mouth with a pop and start to place kisses all over his throbbing erection. He lets out a deep growl and I smile to myself. After a minute of teasing him I once again plunge my mouth down his shaft. I work hard and fast pumping my hand in time with my mouth. I feel his cock swell and know he is about to cum. When he releases into my mouth I swallow all he gives me.

He strokes my hair lovingly before helping me to my feet. “Thank You Edward.” There is no need to elaborate, he knows that I am thanking him for not only loving me enough to punish me but for also letting me show my love for him in return.

Without another word Edward once again walks me to the corner where I will spend the next half hour reflecting on my punishment. I feel his heat against my body as he place a lingering kiss between my shoulder blades. He smacks me hard on my punished backside twice before he leaves me alone in the room.

I think about the conversation we had in the library and have to agree that if this journalist really wants to tell the true story of our lifestyle it will only help us. Even though we don't hide who we are we are not open about it either. It would be nice to be able to have people see what it is truly like.

I need to put more faith in my husband. He would never put Alice or myself in jeopardy, so if he trusted this Bella then I would too.

Thursday, January 14, 2010

The Beginning Of The Truth


I feel like a failure as a journalist, I have been working here at the Eventide Gazette for six months now and still have not been given a major assignment. My boss, Brett Warner, doesn't believe that a woman can do as good a job as a man can do in the field, so he puts us women on the fluff work at the paper. I have been writing beautiful words of love, faithfulness and devotion. Yes you assumed, correct, me, Isabella Swan, has been covering weddings. I hate weddings. All the time and money that is spent for only a few hours enjoyment seems wasteful to me. The whole wedding industry brings in millions of dollars a year only to have half of the weddings end in divorce. In my opinion couples should take half of what they are planning to spend on the wedding and put it aside for their divorce.

Take for example the wedding that I just attended. It is one of the best cases of being doomed to fail. Mike Newton and Jessica Stanley have known each other for all of four months. The groom spends his days working for his father and his nights partying and spending Daddy's money. The bride is madly in love with the idea of being in love. Mike is now being forced to marry Jessica because she is pregnant with his baby and both sets of parents are furious. Mike spent the whole time before the wedding getting drunk while Jessica talked about the house Mike's parents are giving them as a wedding gift. I wish I could write what I really saw and felt but alas I can not. I have to write what the parents want society to think of their darling children. I never realized how much I would need my creative writing class that I took in college.

After sending the copy of my article to the editor I closed down my computer and gathered my things together to leave. As I walked by my bosses office I popped my head in to let him know that I am leaving for the night. “Brett, I'm going to head out. My article on the Newton/Stanley wedding is with the editor. Is there anything that you need before I go?”

“Aw Swan. Come in I was just given a scoop and you could probably handle it. But I do have a few concerns because you would have to be gone a few weeks and it would mean traveling. Do you think you can handle that right now?”

I hate that Brett is such a chauvinist pig, but I would do anything for a real story. It was like someone was listening to me and answered my prayers. “Brett you know I have no family near by and can travel with no problem. What's the story?”

Brett pushes down his glasses and sits back in his chair. He looks at me with his lifeless gray eyes and a smirk appears on his face. “Just let me start by saying that I wouldn't normally give this assignment to a rookie, but all my major writers are on more important assignments. Also these people usually keep to themselves and never talk to journalists so I don't think there will be much involved. Anyway there is a Christian Polygamist group living in Forks, Washington. No one knows much about them, but with all the commotion that the polygamists in Utah are causing I think we may have a story. Forks is a small town on the Olympic Peninsula the population is only a little over 3200. We don't know what percentage of that are polygamist but from what we do know I think it's high. The town is about a four hour drive North West of Seattle. Like I said before you probably won't get much but do you think you can handle it? If you were able to make any new discovery it could be your big break.”

I couldn't believe my luck, this is just what I have been waiting for. “I have been following what has been going on in Utah with the Mormon Polygamist and I know I can get to the bottom of what is going on in Forks. If it is anything like what is going on in Utah I will find out and expose it. So when do I leave?”

“Could you be ready to leave tomorrow morning? There is a 10:15am flight to Seattle, from there you can pick up your rental car and drive the rest of the way.” Brett handed me a file that I hadn't noticed was on his desk.

I was out of my seat before he had even finished talking. “Thank you for this opportunity I swear I won't let you down.”

“You better not Swan or this will be your first and last assignment. I'll e-mail you all the information you'll need. I want to be kept informed of what you find, so report back every couple of days. Now get out of my office. ”

Running back to my desk I tried to think of everything that I might need over the next few months. Grabbing my notebooks and backup netbook I shoved them into my messenger bag. I think that should be all that I will need, I can always buy anything I forgot. I love my laptop but sometimes the netbook comes in handy, it is half the size and can do anything a laptop can do. Getting into my Oldsmobile Cutlass I make my way home.

I quickly ran into my apartment building and knocked on my neighbor Cora's door. Cora was a waitress at the diner down the street and I knew I could count on her to look after my apartment while I was gone. She opens the door after a few seconds and smiles. “Bella how are you doing dear, come in. What can I do for you today?”

Plopping myself down on her couch I look down at my hands. “Cora I need a favor, I'm going out of town in the morning for work. I am going to be gone for a few months, do you think you could get my mail and keep an eye on the place?”

“Of course I will, you don't even have to ask. You said you're leaving tomorrow, do you need any help packing? I don't go into work for another few hours, I'd be more then happy to help you pack.”

“Oh my God thank you that would be a huge help. I have no idea what kind of cloths to bring with me. I mean what the hell does one wear in a small town while your trying to find out all the people's dirty little secrets.”

Cora surprises me by laughing her ass off. “ I have no idea, but I'm sure we will come up with something. Well what are we doing sitting around here lets head on over and get started.”

I lead the way into my apartment while telling Cora the details of my assignment. Cora walked right into my room and headed straight to my closet pulling outfits out and placing them on the bed. We decided that it would be best if I brought a little bit of everything. After two hours and a pizza later my suitcases were packed and ready to go.

“Thank you Cora, I would have never been able to get everything done without your help. I'll call you later in the week and let you know how its going.” Pulling Cora into a hug we say our goodbyes.

After spending an hour cleaning and paying all my bills, I finally have time to do a little research. I only come across one website that tells me some basic information. Christian Polygamy is a new practice that only started fifty odd years ago in the United States. They believe that by having more then one wife it allows the family to work more as a true unit. It also says that God never intended for us to live a monogamous lifestyle. I guess it is safe to say that they believe in the saying it takes a village to raise a child. It seems to me that they just took it a little further and said why not have the village all in one family. Well there is no way I can base a feature piece out of that information alone. Hopefully I will have more luck once I get there.

Climbing into bed I can't help but feel a little discouraged that there was so little information. It looks like I really will be breaking the news on Christian Polygamy. I have a really good feeling about this feature. For some reason I just know that this is going to change my life. A good night sleep is what the doctor ordered I have a long day ahead of me.

Taking a cab to the airport the next morning all I can feel are the butterflies in my stomach. Maybe getting down to work will help calm my nerves. So using my time in the air wisely I start writing notes. I write the possible different angles this story can take, then I write what I know about polygamy. Lets see I know that polygamy means a marriage where one spouse has more then one partner at the same time. The term polygamy derives from a Greek word meaning the practice of multiple marriages.

Deciding to research Mormon Polygamy because there is not much about Christian Polygamy I am sickened by what I read. They follow a very strict dress code it explains that they all dress very conservative and show almost no skin at all. They wear special undergarments that are believed to protect them from all the worlds evil. They all had long hair that was always tied back. They believe that their hair is there crowning beauty and they feel that their husband are the only ones that has a right to see it loose. They are also forbidden to wear makeup. Now I personally see nothing wrong with not wearing makeup but for it to be forbidden is ridiculous.

Some articles talk about nothing but how they force young girls to marry men twice there age and that many of them don't even meet the man until the wedding. These poor girls are given no choices in life, it seems that they are brainwashed into believing that it is God's will. It goes on to say that they live in extreme poverty and abuse the welfare system. The articles stated that the women were treated like second class citizens and most didn't even have an 8th grade education. Now as a journalist I know that I can't believe everything I read. I'm sure not all Mormon Polygamist are like this. But I will admit that many of my profession only focus on the negative and not the positive. I just hope that I will be able to find some positive aspects of this lifestyle because the way the world sees polygamy right now they don't need any more negative press.

The flight was long and the drive from Seattle to Forks seemed even longer. Reaching my hotel room I was eternally grateful to be able to relax a little and get cleaned up. After my shower I felt human again and decided that I was going to walk around town. I wanted to get a feel for the small town and the people who lived here before I start asking questions.

Forks was a beautiful town, it was lush and very green. The whole town was surrounded by woods that created a feel of privacy even when living in town. It was very quaint and had a homey feel. At night the stars shined in the sky there were no bright lights of the city to block out the brilliance. There are even a few beaches nearby that have the most beautiful scattered driftwood. The only downside that I have seen so far was that it rained aaaaaa lot.

After walking around for the past few days it was nothing like what I had expected. Everyone seemed so normal... Not one woman was wearing long dresses, and where some did have long hair it seemed to be by personal choice and was worn in many different styles. These women looked like they walked right out of a fashion magazine, not what I was expecting at all. I had hoped that I would be able to tell who was a polygamist just by looking at them. So either there were no polygamist living here or they did not follow the same dress code as Mormon Polygamist.

I took notice that a lot of the women meet at the local diner and also at Fork's Outfitters Bakery and Deli. All the people I have met in the town have been very friendly and welcoming. But the most fun has been sitting around the old men that meet every morning at Forks Coffee Shop & Family Restaurant. I always thought that women liked to gossip but these men could give any women's group a run for there money. They knew everything that went on in this small town. At first they didn't want to talk to me when I told them I was a journalist, but I guess they must have seen something in me that they thought they could trust because after two days they invited me to sit with them.

I have been meeting these men every morning for the past three days and now I am finally getting somewhere with my story. Mr Banner is my personal favorite, he is an eccentric man and likes to talk with his hands. He was the biology teacher at the high school for fifty years before he retired. This morning he finally told me that he himself is a Christian Polygamist. He has five wives and has never been happier. After he lets it out of the bag two of the other men also admit that they are polygamists.

They explain that polygamy is not about re-defining marriage. It is simply what works best for them. They all said that they have great respect for there wives and would never be dishonest with them. Mr Banner was telling me that many people see it as a way to have adultery and wife swapping, but he said that it is really a spiritual state of mind that caters to everyone's needs equally. They all told sweet and funny stories about there wives and children.

When I question them about the percentage of the town that follow Christian Polygamy I was surprised to learn that over 75% of Forks practices. But what I found most ironic was that two of the local doctors were polygamist and that they were open about it. He said no one hid the fact that they practiced polygamy because they were doing nothing wrong. I never expected such well educated men to be polygamist, I know it was small sighted of me but what can I say I bought into the media's negative image of them. I always thought that polygamists were small minded individuals that barely finished high school.

I thanked the men for once again sharing their stories with me and got up to leave. On my way out the door I was so lost in my thoughts that I failed to notice the car that was turning the corner. The next thing I knew I was laying on the cold ground and I could feel searing pain coming from my right arm. The next thing I smelled was the familiar rust scent that always made me queasy it was then that I felt myself slip into unconsciousness.

I awoke to a velvet voice and a bright light shining in my eyes. “Everyone step back for a moment I think she is coming to. Miss Swan can you hear me? If you can hear me I need you to open your eyes.”

The voice was so enticing that I was unable to deny it anything. So I slowly opened my eyes blinking many times from the sudden bright lights. When I was able to focus on the man in front of me my breath hitched in my lungs, standing there was the most beautiful man I have ever seen. The eyes staring into mine were remarkable, they started out as a light emerald color and darkened as they grew away from the iris. There were small flecks of blue and gold mingling with the green and they were so expressive. I found myself getting lost in his gaze, I was brought out of my musing by a light chuckle.

“Can you tell me your name and do you know where you are?” I felt my whole body flush and I knew that I was now beat red. I turned my gaze onto the rest of this man's face only to be met with the face of a Greek god. He had a strong prominent jawline and slight dimples in his cheeks, the smile that was on his face seemed to brighten up my whole day.

“Well I'm not sure exactly where I am but I suspect by all the equipment around me that I am in a hospital. And I'm Isabella Swan but you can call me Bella and I also believe that you already knew that because you called me Miss Swan earlier.” Where did that came from I have never been so bold before in my life. I was usually very shy when I first meet someone, and when that someone was a handsome man it usually left me tongue tied. Once again I felt my ever present blush sweep across my face.

“I can safely say that I don't think there will be any permanent damage to you brain. It's seems that you have excellent cognitive function. Also your circulation seems to be in fine working order as well. Now Bella I am Dr. Edward Cullen, the doctor assigned to your case. Can you tell me what you remember before you passed out?”

“Let's see I was leaving the coffee shop when I started walking across the street and I guess a car was turning at the same time and it hit me. The next thing I remember is hearing your voice.” I bit my lower lip, it was a nervous habit that I have had since childhood.

The doctor looked at me for a long second. If I didn't know better I swear he was trying to read my mind. There was just something about him that drew me in. “Can you tell me if anything hurts Bella. From eyewitness accounts you were not hit very hard but I need to do a complete evaluation before we can let you go. You did have a nasty gash on your arm that required 7 stitches but nothing seems to be broken and I do not believe you have a concussion. All in all I would say you were extremely lucky it could have been a lot worse. Now I am just going to examine you before I release you.”

When Dr Cullen placed his hand on my wrist an electric shock went through my body. My head snapped up and I met his shocked gaze. So I think it is safe to say that he felt it to. After a brief pause he continued his examination. I was glad that he was in professional mode now, he was so focused on what he was doing that it gave me the opportunity to study him.

It was hard to explain but Dr Cullen had an old world feel to him. When he spoke it was with a warm velvet voice and the words he used had a formal sound to them. His skin was pale but not in a sickly way. The way he carried himself with such grace and poise you would expect him to be on a stage instead of a hospital room. The scrubs that graced his body fit him like a glove, it allowed me to see all his lean muscles and impressive height. Now everything about him was so well put together that it was almost comical when I looked at his hair. The bronze locks were slightly longer then how most normal professionals would wear their hair, and it looked like it had never seen a comb. It was so out of place with his neat appearance, but I had never seen anything sexier.

Once again I was caught ogling the good doctor. “Bella, you seem to be fine, I would like to keep you here for a few more hours just to be on the safe side but other then your arm you are in perfect physical condition. Why don't you try to relax for a little while and I will be back to check on you soon.” As he walked out of the room I could not stop myself from checking out his ass, and I was not disappointed by the sight. He was the sexiest man that I had ever seen.

Getting out of bed I grabbed my bag to take out my netbook, if I was going to be stuck here for the next few hours I might as well get some work done. Mr Banner and his friends had given me a great start to my article that I couldn't wait to finally get started. I was interrupted a few times by nurses checking my vitals. Then another handsome older doctor checked over my chart and the work that Dr. Cullen had done on my arm.

The words were flying out onto the screen, I couldn't believe how easy I was finding it to write. I was startled when I felt the now familiar electric shock go through my body. Looking up I saw that he had gently placed his hand on my shoulder. But really I hadn't even had to look up because I knew right away that it was Dr Cullen, he was the only one that had ever had this effect on my body.

“I'm sorry if I startled you I called your name but you seemed lost in your writing. Would it be two forward of me to ask what you are writing about?” The smile that he gave me was so heart stopping that I was glad that I wasn't hooked up to a heart machine or he would of known right away the effects he was having on my body.

“No it's okay. I am working on an assignment for work. You see I'm a journalist and am doing a story about the Christian Polygamists that live in this town.” I stopped when I saw his whole body stiffen. I was shocked, it couldn't be, I know they said that there were two doctors that were polygamist but this man before me could not be one of them. But by the look on his face and body language I knew that he was indeed a polygamist. Maybe he would relax when he knew that I was not out to do a negative article that would tear this charming town apart. So I decided that I needed to let him know my intentions. “I have been talking to Mr Banner and his friends and am truly fascinated by the differences between the Christian and Mormon Polygamist. They seem to have two truly different approaches to how they follow polygamy. I want to do a piece that will allow the world to see what it truly means to follow this lifestyle.”

He studies me for a few moment before he finally speaks. “Bella I can tell that you suspect that I too am a polygamist and I will tell you that you are correct. Now with that said I hope that you can respect not only mine but everyone in this town's privacy and not write something that will cast us in a negative light. Normally I would never admit any of this to a reporter and neither would anyone else. It says a lot about your character that Mr Banner would open up to you. I don't know why but I can see that you honestly do want to learn the real truth about our way of life and wish you well on this endeavor.”

I can't stop the blush that covers my cheeks. I realized that at this moment I was going to have to pull out all the stops if I wanted a truly accurate account of their life and what better way then to speak to this man. “Dr. Cullen I can guarantee you that this piece will be truthful and respectful. You wouldn't by any chance be willing to give me an interview. It would be amazing for my readers to hear a first hand account on what it means to be a polygamist.” I think he was in shock he just looked at me like I had two heads.

I couldn't bear to see that look on his face so I hurried to correct myself for being so forward. “Look Dr. Cullen I didn't mean to put you on the spot. Please forget that I ever asked you. It's just ever since I met you my internal filter has just seemed to disappear.”

Another soft chuckle escaped his lips and it was an amazing sound. “I have never known a journalist to apologize and take back a question. And I won't lie, the thought of having my story put into print for all the world to read does leave me a little apprehensive. Not because I am ashamed of who I am, but because it could have great consequences for the people around me. But for some reason I find myself trusting you. Now I would like to talk it over with my wives before I give you a final answer but I think I would like to talk with you some more.”

“Thank you Dr. Cullen. If you do agree to this I can guarantee you that everything I write will be honest and respectful.” I was mentally jumping up and down I was so excited. This could truly be an amazing article that I am sure will skyrocket my career. Reaching into my bag I hold out a card to the doctor. “Here is my card it has all my contact information on it. I look forward to hearing from you.”

“Well I did come in here for a reason. I don't see a need to keep you here any longer so I have signed your discharge papers. Just see the nurse at the front desk on your way out to get the instructions on the care for your stitches. I am also going to write you a prescription for a mild pain killer. Your arm will be very sore and painful for the next few days, you have to take it easy. Come back to the hospital in one week to have the wound checked and the stitches removed.” He turns to leave but stops at the door. “Bella I will be in-touch with you in the next few days with my decision.”

After stopping at the pharmacy to fill my prescription I make my way to the diner across the street from my hotel. I haven't eaten since this morning and I am starving. I order a burger and fries to go. It has been a long day and I want nothing more than to take a hot shower and have an early night.

While I eat my dinner I can't stop thinking about Dr. Edward Cullen. I had never met anyone like him before, he just seems too perfect for words. If I were to say that his lifestyle didn't scare me I would be lying. Until I meet Dr. Cullen and Mr. Banner I expected all polygamist men to be womanizers who were hard and unfeeling. But they were nothing like that, they both were caring and compassionate men. I got the impression that they would both do anything for the ones they loved.

I started to wonder what it must be like to be one of the women that were married to these men. How did it feel to be in love with a man that did not cherish only you? How did they deal with jealousy? Did they always do things together or were they allowed alone time with there husband? How did they divide there time? There were so many questions that I needed answers too. Hopefully I would get the opportunity to ask those questions to the good doctor and his wives.

That night I fell asleep with images of the beautiful doctor in my mind. I had the most erotic dreams about what Dr. Cullen's hands could do to my body.

The Doctor's Home Life

Hi Everyone! This is the first time I am using a blog. So I apologise ahead of time for all the mistakes I am going to make. Also I am attempting to write a full story for the first time. I have had this idea in my head since I first found fan fiction and I am excited to get it out there and see what everyone thinks.

This story would not be possible without the help of Emg78. So I would once again like to thank her from the bottom of my heart.

So here is the summery for my story.

Bella's first assignment as a journalist is to uncover the truth about Christian Polygamy. Dr. Edward Cullen is a small town doctor who lives his life by his own sets of rules. Edward and his wives live a lifestyle that many may not understand. After Edward treats Bella he invites her into his home, where Bella learns more than what she bargained for. How will her first assignment impact the rest of her life?