Hello Readers. My name is Molli Monroe. Thanks for reading this story. It's just a little story, and will probably be around 3-4 chapters. It's going to be light and a lot of fluff! And there will be some mature content. So, if you are underage please go elsewhere for your reading and stop by again when you are eighteen. I don't have a beta, so I apologize for any errors. SM owns Twilight, I own nothing. Well, actually I own over 15 sundresses. I am a dress freak.
THE INCIDENT WITH THE PIANO
by Molli Monroe
It had been a fucking long ass day. Carslile had been as a pain in my ass the second I walked in the door at five o'clock in the fucking morning. He had lost his usual Cullen Cool over the Morten case. Our firm would win it, like we always did in court. But Carslile wanted this win more than he normally did. Something to do with the representation from the other side being an ex boyfriend of Esme's from college. I guess the caveman thing is genetic. All day long, he was shouting at me, at our secretaries. He was barking orders, slamming doors, throwing staplers. The shit was fucking insane. I guess a successful and renowned lawyer like Carslile Cullen had to have a little edge. Powerful people, who win huge cases in courts of law aren't docile and go with the flow types
It was now nine o'clock on Friday and I was just pulling up to our driveway. Long fucking ass day, like I said. A long fucking week, really. I was looking forward to an evening of nothing but calm waters.
I set my briefcase down as I gently closed the door. Smells of delicious Bella food alerted my senses, drifting down the hallway from the kitchen. My wife never failed to make the fucking day worth my while. I smiled as I loosened my tie. It was always good to be home. I took in the soft, soothing music and candle light of our kitchen. Ahhh, calm waters.
"Hello, Mr. Cullen." Bella smiled at me standing behind the counter, as she reached for a bottle of wine. I smiled back at her as I made my way across the kitchen. Barefoot, in a white sundress, her long dark hair in a pony tail- she was soft and beautiful and her eyes looked at me with love. Everything my day had not been. This girl was everything good in my world.
I stood behind her and gently tugged her pony tail to the side and then wrapped my arms around her waist, pressing my lips against the soft skin of her shoulder. Bella tilted her head to the side and leaned into me. She smelled like sunshine and soap. Her warmth melted away at my tension. The waters got even calmer.
"How was your day?" She asked me. I pressed my lips to her neck this time, gently nipping the tender skin. Bella hummed as her hands stilled on the wine bottle in front of her.
"Why, Mr. Cullen, did you miss me?" Again I answered with my lips pressing them this time behind her ear. I felt Bella shiver as she squirmed in my arms, her body rubbing against mine. I held her tighter and took her ear lobe in my mouth.
"Edward, wait. Stop." What the fuck? Stop? When did my wife ever say stop. Bella wiggled and turned herself around in my arms and looked up at me with big, anxious brown eyes.
"What is it Bella?" I said, not liking the uncalmness of the fucking waters right now. Bella seemed to appraise me for a moment. In her eyes I could see the inner struggle of whatever was going on in her pretty little head. She opened her mouth as I waited expectantly still holding her in my arms.
"Let's have some wine first." Bella rushed, avoiding my eyes as she tried to turn back to the counter. I wasn't having that shit. I held her tighter, not letting her turn.
"Bella, what the fuck is going on?" Irritated, the tension from my long fucking day slipped right into the calm water of my home. I immediately felt bad for cursing as I saw the hurt flash in her eyes as she gently bit her lip.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Bella. I should never say that to you in that way. Forgive me." My lips found hers and I gently kissed her. I felt her relax and her arms wrapped around my neck as she softly kissed me back.
"I love you. I'm sorry." I looked down into her eyes searching for her forgiveness.
"I love you too. It's ok." She smiled a little as her fingers played with the hair at the back of my neck. My lips found hers again and the waters got a little calmer.
"Now, you were saying something about wine?" I said against her lips. She nodded as we kissed some more, finally breaking away. Bella reluctantly turned in my arms back to the wine and the counter. I watched from over her shoulder as she grabbed the cork screw and placed it over the wine bottle. She clumsily fumbled with the bottle for a moment before I reached around her, placing my hands over hers.
"Here sweetheart. Let me help you." Bella let out a sigh of tension, as I finished opening the bottle. I poured the wine into the glasses she had set out. My usually playful and talkative wife was quiet, still. What the hell? I was starting to feel worried. Bella told me everything, there were no secrets.
I turned her towards me and handed her a glass of wine.
"Maybe I should ask how your day was." I saw worry pass through her eyes before she met my gaze. Bella smiled sweetly at me. Yup, something was definitely up.
"How was your day, Bella?" I prompted when she didn't say anything.
"Oh, Edward. You are sweet. My day was fine. Perfect!" Bella rushed. "I worked with some clients this morning, had lunch with your mother- she misses you by the way – did some gardening. And you know, some chores around the house. Just a boring, normal day!" Bella shrugged, not looking at me, as she grabbed my wine free hand with hers and led me to the barstools to sit. There were plates of yummy looking tapas awaiting us. My stomach growled and quickly, I forgot my wife's puzzling behavior as hunger became the forefront.
Bella and I sat and drank wine and ate her yummy food along with the candles and music. I told Bella about my day, she laughed when I told her Carslile threw the stapler. Bella told me about her clients at the publishing company. As we chatted, we drank more wine, I rolled up my shirt sleeves, took of my shoes and socks. Bella's pony tail came down and her brown waves framed her beautiful face. Calm water. The Tension was only a memory.
As I poured the last of the wine into our glasses, Bella sighed and looked at the clock. Her hand gently touched my thigh.
"You were gone so long today, Edward. I missed you" Her voice was soft and honest. My heart ached a little to hear her vulnerable and sad.
"I missed you too, I always do." I leaned in to place a little kiss on her nose. Bella slipped off her chair and turned herself to sit on my lap. I held her in my arms and sipped our wine in the soft, warm light of our kitchen. Calm waters all around.
I placed my wine glass on the counter and squeezed Bella's hip.
"Let's go to bed love." Gently I nudged her out of my lap and she hopped down to the floor. She took our glasses to the sink as I walked towards the hallway to wait for her. I heard the water turn on and smiled, knowing Bella would not leave the plates and glasses sitting without a rinse.
I ran my fingers through my hair and rubbed my eyes, stretching my tired body. The day had truly been long and it was nearly midnight. The water stopped running and I turned my head back to the kitchen to look for Bella. But before I could get to the kitchen, something caught my eye. The French Doors to the den were closed. The French Doors to the den were never closed. Not once since we had moved into this house on our wedding day two years ago had we ever closed the doors to the den. My feet started moving before my brain. Some kind of strange instinct in me needed to open those French Doors.
"Bella why are they doors to the Den close-" before I could even reach the door my beautiful wife had run around from the other side of the kitchen and was standing barefoot in her white sundress blocking my way into the den. Bella's hair was wild, and one of the straps from her dress had slipped of her shoulder.
"Edward! Wait" She was out of breath, her arms stretched out across the width of the door. I saw fear in her eyes.
"Bella, what on earth are you doing? What is going on in the den?" My patience with Bella's behavior was gone. I reached my hand to her arm to move her out my way. I was going in that den.
Bella launched herself at me, pushing me with amazing strength into the wall behind me. My back hit the wall and Bella started kissing me and unbuttoning my shirt. Her hands touching me everywhere.
"Bella! What are you doing?" I groaned as her hands skimmed across the front of my pants.
"Edward! I want you right now, take me upstairs." One of her little hands loosened my belt while the other started to push my shirt of my shoulders. Her lips passionately locked to mine, her tongue running over mine. I groaned again, hard and shocked.
"Bella!" I managed to get her name out in between kisses. She ignored me and started walking us towards the stairs away from the den.
"Edward, take my close off! Let's go upstairs." Now I love my wife. She is hot and normally I would have taken her right the fuck up on that. And believe me, I wanted to. But the problem was, I know my wife very, very well. And in her words of passion, I heard something in her voice that just wasn't right. My Bella was trying to distract me. My sweet Bella was trying to pull one over on me! Edward Cullen, cut throat attorney. Hell no!
Firmly I picked Bella up and placed her to the side, ignoring her whimper as I made my way to the den. Just as I reached the doors, Bella screamed my name and I turned back to her.
"Edward! Wait!" The panic in her eyes was so frightening, my heart raced.
Bella was breathing hard, her eyes full of anguish.
"Edward, there's been an incident." She took a deep breath and lowered her eyes to the wood floors where her bare feet stood.
"What kind of incident, Bella?" I growled.
Bella took one last deep breath and looked right into my eyes
"An incident with the piano."
And suddenly the waters were the furthest fucking thing ever from calm.
