Author's Notes: I only wrote half of this story! DragonGirl323 is the author of the chapters from Edward's POV; she contributed all of Edward's dialogue; & she gets beta credit for this as well. Also, she is awesome.

This story was inspired by a "crazy day" scene in The Official Twilight RP forum here. Crazy days give us free reign to be out of character & anything goes. I decided it was a good opportunity to explore my first non-canon Twilight pairing & DragonGirl323, who currently writes Edward, made that happen.

Let us know what you think because we are more than willing to give you more where this came from!

Also, special thanks goes to Caius & his pine cone, William; Chuck Norris; all those hardworking Robert Pattinson fans who made the lovely fanvids I had on loop while I wrote this; the two lovely ladies who write Carlisle & Bella in the forum for letting us cheat on them, even though we love them; Jenna & Rayne for starting the couple swapping trend; & all of our friends in Twilight RP!

I hung up the phone and dropped it onto the couch beside of me with a sigh. He had called to cancel our trip to Seattle. Cancel. That was the word he had used, not postpone. It wasn't really a big deal. We had just planned on getting away for a day or two: go to the theater, museums, dancing, whatever we saw that we wanted to do when we got there, just go out together, like we never did anymore.

I picked up the phone again, dialing the number for the Sorrento Hotel, having it memorized. When the receptionist answered, I thought about hanging up. Maybe I would just go alone then. Why not? If he was going to stay at work.

"May I help you?" the voice repeated.

"Hi, yes. I'm sorry. I need to cancel my reservation, please."

"Yes, ma'am. What name is the reservation under?"

"Cullen. Esme Cullen," I said, spelling it for her. So many people misspell my first name, though I'm not sure why.

"Did you need to change the reservation, Ms. Cullen?"

"No, thank you, just cancel it, please," I said, then thanked her quickly and promptly hung up, throwing the phone back onto the couch and kicking off my brand new Stuart Weitzman pumps. Four-hundred dollars for new shoes just for this evening.

I heard Edward coming up the front steps. At least someone came home regularly, I thought, trying to tuck my bottom lip in. I knew that I was pouting and that it was both immature and unbecoming. I am an adult, after all, and I should not be so petulant, especially when my husband was saving people's lives—it was absurd to react this way.

I suppose that after years of such repeated incidents, and the fact that I was not the one facing the injured party or their families, I had become distanced from the type of sympathy I should automatically extend. It's not hard to imagine though. I was just choosing to ignore it. I was being petty.

"Esme?" I heard Edward ask warily. From the tone of his voice, I must have still looked like a child who had just been scolded.

"Oh, hi, Edward," I replied, looking up at him. I tried to pretend I was surprised, as if I didn't notice him come in—an old habit that I knew he most likely read right through. He was a gentleman though and would never point that out.

He looked at me for a moment and I explained the cancelled date. Then, he apologized to me, as if he was guilty somehow, as if he could do anything about it.

He defended Carlisle, of course, gently. "He's been busy lately."

I nodded, trying not to smile at him and looked out the window. He really didn't need to say that and we both knew it. Perhaps he just felt like he should. Maybe he thought it would make us both feel better. Frankly though, I thought that maybe it only made it worse.