The sequel I promised, it might suck, but that's a risk I'm willing to take. I used another Pink Floyd song for the title. It's a nice theme.
EPOV
"Hey Sizzler," I greeted as Bella's cat curled up on my chest/stomach. She was really too big to just cover one. She instantly dug her claws into the black t-shirt i wore. This one just said 'Fuck Off', Bella had gotten it for me.
I was currently laying on mine and Bella's new bed in our new house, courtesy of the trust fund Carlisle and Esme set up for me when I was adopted. I had meant for this bed to be a lot of fun. So far it had seen a lot of sleeping and jacking-off.
It was only a few weeks though, I could be patient. She was recovering. I had to respect that. She had been seem well enough when she had finally woken up, but there was emotional trauma and- oh who was I kidding? She was fine. She just didn't want fuck me. I could deal with that if she was happy. Which she was, no need to spoil that by making her feel guilty, or making her mad.
"Edward?" Bella called from the kitchen. She was probably making lunch or something. She was nice like that. And I was depending on her for survival; I couldn't make a sandwich to save my life. That's the beauty of having Bella as a girlfriend; I didn't need to.
"I'm sorry, Sizzle," I said sincerely as I forcefully shoved the fur ball of a garbage disposal on to the bed next to me, scratching myself in the process. She proceeded to sprawl on Bella's side of the bed, getting cat fur everywhere. I'd have to lint roll that.
I walked down the hall to the kitchen to find it empty. I walked through the stainless steal and glass bowl jungle, skirting the dining table Bella picked out. I liked it, it was maple, not something I absolutely loved, but it was nice. Just plain, square, normal, but still easy on the eyes, and sturdy. Like us. We were very sturdy. Absolutely nothing could pull us apart.
Going into the living room, I was greeted by Annabelle, running into my knees. She was pretty active for a two year old. Her dark hair and bright blue eyes smiled up at me, looking like something out of a pedophile's wet dream. The little pink dress and frilly socks weren't helping.
"Hey sweetie," I said, bending down and scooping her up. I saw Jasper collapsed in a chair over her head. "Did this teach you to use condoms?" I snickered.
"Yes," he breathed, laying his head back and closing his eyes. Bella handed him a water bottle, which he chugged, some of it dripping down the side of his face and onto his chest. I was reminded of that night, all those years ago when me and Bella where just kids, Jasper barging into the bathroom and drinking tap water like he just walked out of the Sahara. This was followed by a brief fainting spell. "Is that shirt really good for Anna to see?"
"Yeah, because she can read," I shot back.
"Are you tiring your daddy out?" Bella asked, walking across the room to us. I handed Annabelle over, not really liking holding something that smells like a public restroom. Whatever Bella said about hating kids, she liked taking care of Anne, she was even good at it. I, for one, didn't like kids either, but Annabelle was my favorite of the lot. I still hoped Bella doesn't change her mind about wanting children, that would really, really suck. Kids and I should stay far away from each other. Very far.
I went and sat in the chair next to Jasper.
"How's Alice?" I asked.
"She's at the spa, apparently I don't help out with Anne enough, so I got her all day,"
"Well, her and Bella do most of the work. When was the last time you changed her diaper?"
"Who pay for the diapers?"
"Point taken, but you're not doing anything for that money, Alice actually works to keep Annabelle alive and happy, you don't,"
"I am today,"
"That's today, imagine what Alice feels like everyday,"
"Fine, I'm a bad father, I get it,"
"I didn't say that,"
"You meant it, and who are you to tell me I don't take care of her enough? I don't see you running after little squirts all day. You know, I hope to god you get Bella pregnant,"
"That's not going to happen,"
"That's what I thought but-"
"No, I mean, its really not going to happen."
"Oooh, I get it. Little Eddie isn't getting any playtime,"
"Little Eddie is getting playtime, just with my right hand man," I smiled, putting my hand up, palm out, and wiggled my fingers.
Jasper made a face then got an evil smirk. "My pity, you've got the hottest girl in the planet, next to Alice, living in your house and using your shower, and your not doing her, that's worse than anything I could dream up,"
"Please shoot me,"
I know you were all waiting for a sequel (lol) so I figured, there's no time like the present. And it's me so, of course, that was really short.
