A/N: So breaking the news?
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Chapter 3: Let's Play
I roll to my right in search for my everything, but cold sheets with the vanishing scent of his aroma, is all I find. I panic. Immediately I open my eyes, the first thing I do is take a quick peek at the alarm clock. 8:00 AM it fucking reads. I only have fifteen minutes to get ready. I don't think I'll be able to make it.
I quickly jump out of bed, knowing that probably ten out of those fifteen minutes are about to be wasted by arguing with Edward. How could he not wake me up?
As I enter the kitchen he is sitting on the breakfast bar, reading the news paper, obviously already showered and ready for work, with a cup of café au lait in his hands.
This bastard.
"Edward what the fuck?" I yelled at him, causing him to jump and almost spill his coffee all over the newspaper.
"What the fuck what?" He asked clueless about what was going on.
"Oh nothing… It's just the fact that I'm not fucking ready for work?" I snap at him, with my voice full of sarcasm, making sure I increase my voice at the last part.
"And there you are sitting down reading the news paper and enjoying a cup of coffee when you could…" I continued but couldn't get to finish because Edward interrupted me. He better have a good explanation.
"Wow Bella, could you please calm down? What's wrong with you?" I was about to cut him off and tell him what was "wrong with me" when he continued what he was saying.
"If you would react more normally you could of have asked calmly: 'Hey Edward why didn't you wake me up?' But instead you decide to jump into crazy conclusions without even knowing what's going on. I'm not that stupid to not wake you up for work if I know that you'll be running late." He defended himself. I can tell he was furious at me and my actions, but I still don't understand what's going on.
Oh God, these mood swings aren't getting any better and I am only getting started with this pregnancy. I'm sorry Edward.
Poor Edward, I bet he's now thinking what did he got himself into by marring such a whiny ass bitch. I want to tell him already. I wish I could tell you honey, I really do, but before I give any further explanations, he has one to clear up.
He was pacing around the kitchen island when he started to speak again, "So as I was saying, there's a logical explanation to why, I am ready and you just woke up." He stopped by the sink and turned his sight to me.
"Mike called home early this morning and said that your work was done, that there was no need for you to go to work today. You just need to drop by in the afternoon to wrap everything up and do some last minute things that might show up during the day."
I wanted to slap myself. Bella's you should of calmed down and waited for him to explain. You know he wouldn't have go you go to work late.
I had nothing to say in my defense, he was right and I made quite a show out of nothing. Again.
I can't hold my tears any longer so they start falling. I don't want Edward to see me like this. He'd notice there's something wrong, something I'm not telling him. For a second the thought of me mind of telling him we're pregnant crossed my mind, hoping It will be good enough of an excuse to defend my behavior.
But I don't want to screw that up. I really want to find a romantic way to break the news, so I push that thought aside.
"Bella what's wrong?" he asked worriedly.
"I'm sorry for raising my voice, but I mean…" That's where I cut him off.
"Edward no, that's not why I'm crying," I managed to say between my sobs.
"Then what's wrong? Are you okay?" He was now standing in front of me, trying to sweep away the falling tears with his thumbs.
"I'm alright, I just feel awful for reacting the way I did towards you, now in multiple occasions," I managed to let out in between sobs.
"Bella, it's okay I understand or at least I'm trying to," he consoled me, pulling me into his arms, and kissing my head multiple times.
My tears haven't reached a stop yet but I feel soothed by his embrace.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Edward." I hid my face in the crook of his neck.
"Shh it's okay, please try to calm down love," he reassured and I tried to do as I was told.
Time passed, it felt like forever but it had been only like 10 minutes? I don't know, but the tears have reached a stop leaving my cheeks sticky from the now dry tears.
I let go of him, my gaze met his emerald eyes, I held his beautiful face in my hands and whispered. "I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you tonight," I promise.
I'm obviously not thinking about sex but I want it to sound like I am. "It might or might not be what you're thinking of Mr. Cullen," I added. "It's a surprise." Who am I kidding? Marie is definitely thinking about sex.
Have I introduced you to Marie? Well I am Isabella Marie Swan… Bella is the shy one and Marie is quite the opposite, she's the kinky side of me.
"Wow, you recover very quickly Mrs. Cullen. Not that I'm complaining," he grined flashing his pearly whites.
"And all thanks to you." I ran my finger on top of his chest. He's not mad after all. How did I get so lucky by finding a man like him?
"Well Mr. Cullen it's getting late for you, you better get moving."
He let out a groan and I chuckled. "I'll miss you ma chérie."
"I'll miss you too mon chéri but you'll see me in the afternoon."
"Yeah I guess but it's not the same."
"I know, but what else can we do? Man up honey, not every man gets to work with his wife." I gave him an encouraging smile.
He let out a small sigh, "Any plans for today now that you got the day off?"
"Um, well I already have plans for tonight, so now I need to prepare everything for that. I guess I'll do some shopping before stopping by the set." I let him know as I walked into the kitchen. I opened the fridge, got some milk and the bag of bagels to start my breakfast.
"Can I at least get a clue of what's going on inside of that little head of yours?" he sounded curious.
"Hmmm I think I can trade confidential information for some bisous." I winked at him smacking my lips.
"You're evil but I'm dying to know ." He made his way where I was and stated to place soft kisses along my neck until he reached my lips, giving them a soft kiss.
"Well this is your first clue, I'll make us dinner and then we will play a game." I raised my eyebrow while giving him a flirty look.
"Hmm, that sounds very interesting Mrs. Cullen." A smug smile started forming on his face. I bet he's imagining some sort of kinky fantasy, if he only knew that it's better than that.
"I know and to think I just came up with it!" I said in disbelief of myself, because to be honest I just made the whole "play a game" up. He gave me the idea when asking for a clue. So if he wants clues …he'll get them.
"Well, I have to go," he said giving me one last kiss on my temple, pulling me closer in an embrace, giving me the opportunity to place a kiss on his neck and steal of sniff of his aroma.
"Bye. I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you as well, my love. See you later." And with that he left, leaving me home alone, with enough silence to drive me crazy.
There's so much going on my mind…in my life…in our lives.
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Breakfast is done, the house is clean and I am showered. Now I need to finish the plans for ou grand evening.
Like I said inspiration hit me when Edward asked for a "clue". Initially I was going to break the news after we had dinner, I could come up with anything else so I was going to play it safe but since he is in the mood for clues… We can play some "Blue's clues".
I chuckled at how stupid that sounded. It was so cliché.
With the slight change of plans, now I will cook a romantic dinner for us, have dessert, talk for a little while, and then we can start playing. Well It would be more like hunting, since what I have in mind is a little scavenger hunt.
I'll set up some Post-Its around the house with clues that will make my horny husband think this game is leading him to get laid.
So yeah, he asked for clues, he'll get his clues.
Wow, this is as complicated as it sounds… given the small amount of time I have to work with. With the evening sketched out, I need to look for a delicious recipe, go grocery shopping, and buy some Post-Its as well to make up the clues.
I go to kitchen in the search of Edward's cooking books. He loves cooking, he is an amazing cook. I, well, I enjoy cooking for us, but I don't have a passion for it like he does.
Ever since we started living together Edward stated that Saturdays and Sundays were "his days in the kitchen". Basically meaning he was in charge of the cooking duties. I enjoy chef Edward as much as I enjoy his dishes.
I sat down besides the basket that contains all his cooking books. He has a wide collection of books from different types of cuisines.
I am thinking of giving the night a French theme, so I look for a book of the French cuisine.
I found a French cooking book. Take a look at the recipes looking for one that seem tasty. There's a lot of ham, raw eggs, raw meat, raw many things and I suddenly feel the need to throw up. "That doesn't sound very appealing,right my love?" I coo as I look down to my belly.
I let out a gasp as I realize it's the first time I speak to my baby. It came out of my mouth so natural, with no hesitation. My hands find their way to my tummy and they caress it softly.
"Hi baby, I'm your mommy. This is mommy." I whisper a formal introduction in a voice of mine I've never heard before.
Suddenly I feel the warm trail of a single tear making its way down my right cheek. I know it's a happy tear. I'm going to be a mom.
The tear's life ends as it reaches my lips. I stick my tongue to pick it up, and I can feel the sweetness of happiness in it. I don't wipe the trail it left on my cheek because I don't want to erase the mark it left on me. On my life. It's a moment, that as small as it seem to be, I don't want to forget.
Not wanting spend more preparation time, I take out another cuisine book that reads: "Martha Stewart: Bring out the Romance" it seems to suite the occasion and It appears to have a more well-cooked menu.
My mouth waters as I see the picture under the title of: Pepper-Crusted Filet Mignon. Plus, it says that this "luxurious cut of beef" doesn't require much dressing up in the kitchen because it is simple seasoned with salt and coarsely ground pepper. As for the sides it suggests some creamy spinach and "slow rusted" tomatoes, nothing that I cannot do.
For dessert I´ll opt for something with a little more difficulty , but I love baking so fucking much, that it won't be a problem. I'm going to bake this delish strawberry tart dazzled with white chocolate by using a sugar cookie dough as its base. Edward will love it, of that I'm sure.
So dinner's decided, the grocery list is done, now I have to make up the clues I'm going to use.
Let's put my writing skills to work.
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My day flew by pretty fast. I went to the supermarket and got everything I needed. I then I decided to drop the groceries off at home, since I didn't know how long It was going to take at the set. It turned out I was only there for an hour.
So now it is 3 o'clock and I'm starting by baking the tart since it takes a little more time to bake.
By 4:30 pm the Strawberry tart is done and the aroma of strawberries and white chocolate fills the house. It smells like heaven. Edward loves the smell of strawberries, especially on my hair, since he suggested I buy that shampoo ever since we started dating. Claiming that I was the definition of what he felt whenever he inhaled the aroma of strawberries, and I like to please him, he's got me wrapped around his finger like that.
It's 5:00 pm and I'm showered, the clues are all set and I am preparing dinner. In one hour
Edward will be home. I'm starting to get nervous about this! "Are you nervous about telling
Daddy he's a daddy?" I ask the baby in my belly. My little baby. My baby bean.
I can't take my gaze off of the digital clock on the microwave that says it's 6:06 pm. He could be
here any second.
My hands are resting on top of my belly, I feel as it moves up and down with every breath I take
in and let out. Thoughts like: What If Edward is mad about me getting pregnant? Invade my
mind. He can't get mad. We said we should start trying. We stopped using protection. It's not all
my fault. This little bean inside of me was not a careless mistake. But what about my job? I guess
I can work from home and I can drop by the sets with my little bean whenever they need me.
I am so lost deep in thought that I don't hear the noise from Edward's car pulling on the
driveway nor the sounds of the door or Edward's keys. I realize that he is home when I was
startled by a strong pair of arms wrapping around my middle and a hot breath being blown on
my neck.
"Hi." I let out.
"Hello love how was your day?" he asks as he plants a kiss on my hair that I just washed with my
strawberry shampoo.
"Very busy, what about yours?"
"Very busy as well- today we finally got to meet the actors."
"Oh really, who are they?" I ask as he takes his place in front of me on the breakfast counter.
"Well the main characters are going to be played by this kid named Jacob Black, this dude called
James Cameron, and Tanya Denali."
Hmmm Jacob Black…. James Cameron… I've heard one of those names before. "Are they new in
the show biz?"
"Yeah pretty much, why?" Edward says.
"No I just thought I've heard one of the guy's names before. Maybe I've seen one of his movies."
I said thoughtfully, brushing my hand trough my hair.
"Probably."
"I hope they like the script."
"It's not for them to judge love. The ones who are supposed to judge it already told you it was
great." He says with a crooked smile on his face as he reaches for my hands across the table.
"You're right." Again.
"Well… last time I checked you had some serious making up do," he teases.
"Last time I checked, I did," I say getting up from the chair. I walk towards the oven where I have
our dishes already prepared. I bend down to reach for our plates making sure that my little black
skirt rises up just enough to give Edward a little peek of my black and red lacy underwear.
"Nice view honey," he shouts. So he is looking at my ass. I flip him the bird.
Edward is already sitting down as I make it to our dinner table and I place down our plates, one
in front of the other.
"What do we have here, Chef Bella?"
"Il est un Filet Mignon en croûte de poivre," I tell him in what I hope is a good French accent. I
took French classes as a teen and with a husband that speaks it fluently you can't say that you
wasted you time learning a foreign language when you can put it on practice with your sexy
husband.
"çaàl'air délicieux!" he says in what sounds like a perfect French and even if it wasn't It still gives
me those butterflies in my stomach and somewhere else.
"Merci mon amour, now let's stop talking at let's get eating."
"Okay, bon appétit." He raises his fork with a neatly cut piece of filet.
"Bon appétit." I give him a kiss on the lips before we begin to enjoy our dinner.
"Edward, could you please get the dessert that is inside the fridge?" I ask when we are done
eating our food.
"Sure love." We both stand up, I quickly make my way to place the dirty dishes in the sink,
making sure I do it fast enough so that I could have a complete view of Edward's reaction as he
finds his first real clue, the start of this game, the beginning of this new facet in our lives.
Edward holds the tart in his hands and it takes him about three seconds to realize there is a pink
heart-shaped post-it on the plate.
"Tonight, the whole world is ours, it's true
A dreamland created for just me and you
There will be something sweet
Where you find food to eat
As we savor time long overdue."
His voice filled the room as he read out loud his first clue, the smile on his face gigantic. I can
see there's a light in his eyes as he turns his gaze from the heart-shaped post-it to me.
I don't say a word.
"Wow Bella, I wasn't expecting this."
I simply shrug my shoulders and lifted the corner of my mouth giving him the best innocent
gesture I could pull off, a task that is very easy for Bella to perform but not so easy for Marie to
play.
"So you won't be speaking huh?" he says as he paces around the kitchen island.
"There will be something sweet
Where you find food to eat
As we savor time long overdue." He repeats to himself, he glances at me, hoping that I'll help
him out but my mouth doesn't moves.
"Okay, I can find food in the fridge but this clue was already there," he muses.
"But I'll check again, Mrs. Cullen, you aren't known for playing fair." I can't contain the giggle
that escapes my lips.
"So you are allowed to giggle but not to speak to me," he says as he searches the fridge and
freezer, then he closes both doors finding no second clue.
"Nothing….hmmm where else can I find food?" he talks to himself. He switches his direction to
the pantry… damn he's good at this!
He opens the pantry and exclaims. "Bingo Mrs. Cullen."
"Now it's time to turn up the heat
Your search is yet still incomplete
Go claim a prize
Where temperatures rise
To continue this steamy retreat."
He recites out loud while facing me, his face just a few inches away. I just stare at him
seductively.
"Very inviting selection of words you made there ma chérie," he whispers into my ear as he runs
his fingers from my temple to the end of my jaw. It takes a lot of my self control not to moan to
his touch.
"So you want to turn up the heat?" he says as he turns around to give a superficial look at the
kitchen, searching for apparatus that make heat I suppose.
He walks towards the microwave and once he's in front of it he pushes the open button and the
microwave's door pops open, to his surprise he finds no clue.
"Very tricky Mrs. Cullen," he says. "What else makes heat?"
He reaches for the oven and he finds his third clue pasted on the back wall of the oven.
"Remember our song and first dance
If you search, you might find by chance
A sweet serenade
Where music is played
To prepare for a night of romance."
Those words bring back beautiful memories to my mind. Memories of the night I made the
decision that it was safe to trust this guy. Memories of the night that I danced my first danced
with a gentleman under the gleam of the moonlight that was able to enter through the window
of my dorm to illuminate our faces.
I was brought back from my delightful reverie when a pair of warm hands reached for my arm.
"Bella this one is easy and it brings back marvelous memories." I want to reply so that I can tell
him I can recall those memories as well but I can't speak.
He's waking to our living room towards his I-home. Once there he finds his fourth clue.
"Our night of romance has begun
It's time now to have some fun
So, go to the place
That reflects your beautiful face
And there you'll find clue number five."
"Wow, so poetic Bella, you have a fascinating way with words. But of course I knew that already,
you just never cease to amaze me." I try so hard to hold my tears. Yet when all of this is
supposed to be about him he finds a way to turn things around.
"I can see my face reflected in your beautiful eyes but I can't see a note in them."
"Edward please, stop acting like a hopeless romantic, this is the only time I'll speak." I had to say
that, if he keeps on romancing me with every clue he finds
I'm not sure if we are going to be able to finish this game.
"A mirror!" he exclaims. "This is leading to our bedroom," he chants. Poor guy he thinks he's
getting laid… well we could, if he still wants to after the news.
He drags me into our bedroom. He takes a few seconds as his eyes try to locate the mirror in the
darkness of the room, finally he finds his fifth clue.
"Let's set first the amorous mood
A dreamy, relaxing prelude
Something scent-filled and nice
Where bubbles entice
And passion and strength is renewed."
This one is not as easy as the previous clues. I can tell this because he is taking the time to
re-read it and to carefully analyze the note again and again. I can only see the movement if his
lips as he repeats the riddle to himself one last time.
He looks at me and I can see a little flash bulb lit over his head. He enters the bathroom and
after few seconds he's back with the little heart-shaped piece of paper on his hands. It seems
like he remembered all of our relaxing nights spent in our lavender scent-filled Jacuzzi.
"With just time and some soft candlelight
I'll be the maiden and you the brave knight
So, go find the place
With lingerie and lace
And discover a lover's delight."
"Ahhh this is either on your body or in your lingerie drawer." He says with a crooked smile and
eyes full of lust.
I shrug and raise my arms showing him my lack of knowledge. He rolls his eyes and goes over to
my lingerie drawer.
"I'll search you for last."
Cancel plans and set time apart
I'll even give you a little head start
In the last place we made love is placed.
A small foretaste
A delicious piece of my heart.
( Bring me along ;) )
"Finally Mrs. Cullen I get to see or is it do my present?" grabbing my hand we head to our bed. I
think I can start speaking now.
"I don't know," I say innocently.
"Well, your voice is back." And he throws me on the bed. I'm completely stretched out and he
sits in front of me in the space between my legs. He lifts up my right leg and pulls my foot out
of my patent leather heel, then he repeats the same actions with my left leg and I'm bare feet.
He closes my legs and his hands start making their way up until they reach a stop finding their
way under my skirt. Thankfully he does no teasing and goes directly to unzip my skirt. He slowly
starts pulling it down, revealing my black and red lacy undies.
"I love the contrast these colors make with your skin," he whispers. He stares at me and his
emerald eyes are now a mossy shade of green.
His hands go under my blouse and this time he squeezes my breasts. I can't help it and a moan
escapes from my mouth.
No words are spoken. His hands are now pulling up the end of my blouse.
I stiffen, I start to panic, I can feel my skin burning. This is it.
He's looking at me as my blouse goes off. He still hasn't noticed because his eyes are fixed with
mine.
My blouse is laying on the floor. I observe him carefully as his eyes examine what's written on
my belly.
"YOU'RE A DADDY!" The words are written in red lipstick over my skin.
He freezes on top of me as his brain is trying to process what he's reading.
I'm just lying underneath his body, waiting to hear the first words to come from his mouth.
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A/N:
Sorry for the little cliffy up there….
So what are your thoughts?
This chapter was a little more complicated to write, but I really enjoyed writing them playing the Scavenger hunt.
Thank you all (I wish) who reviewed last chapter! Every single review means a lot to me. They inspire me, they motivate me and they help me improve myself through them. So please keep them coming!
Big thanks as always to (/twilightbyus & /stewylipbite ) for pre reading this for me. Thank you so much.
Next update: Monday. I have hell of a week ahead. Tons of hw and projects, study for the SATs, write an application essay for a summer seminar and I'm having French exams. MY EYE WON'T STOP TWITCHING from all the stress, but count on that update on Monday.
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