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AN: Real life called end of the year reports have slowed my editing process some on this so updates are on Tuesday and Saturday for right now.
Chapter 6: Making Up and Sharing The Crazy That is My Womb Donor
"Hey," he says when he sees me.
"Hi." I stop about two feet from him.
"So, uhh… yeah." My poor beautiful pookie… so nervous. So fucking hot!
"Edward, I'm sorry for overreacting." I'm woman enough to apologize for my mistakes.
"Oh God, baby, I'm so sorry too." He reaches for me and pauses. I rush into his arms and squeeze the every loving shit out of my stud puppy.
Some kisses and heavy petting later and I bring him into our bedroom to admit my own secrets. While I'd love to just get down and dirty with some hot make-up sex, my man deserves to know that he isn't the only one with secrets. I reach under the bed and pull out my storage box. I open it and pull out the one family portrait that I have of both my parents as well as Em and myself.
"Edward, I have to tell you something." He looks at me funny and nods. I put the picture on the bed in front of us. "That's my brother, Emmett. Dad, Charlie… and my womb-donor, Renee," I tell him, pointing to each person as I name them.
"Womb-donor?" He looks at me like I've completely lost it. I probably have, but he doesn't need to know that till after the wedding. Hehe.
"When I told you 'Mom is gone', I'm sure you thought I meant that she was dead. And I didn't correct that assumption, because I didn't want to get into the subject of Renee. You see, I didn't lie when I said she was gone. I just didn't elaborate that she is just gone, as in, not around anymore. What I meant to say, Mom is a loony-slut who ran out on our family when I was fifteen. And umm… yeah, she ran off with my first boyfriend's older brother."
"What?" He looks flabbergasted. I placed a kiss on my squeaked-out snookum's lips and pulled back.
"Yeah, Mom isn't known for being socially acceptable. She doesn't filter anything. She does whatever she wants, no matter who it hurts; and she also doesn't do anything unless she wants to do it. If it weren't for Dad, Em and I would probably have ended up in foster care or something as kids. She used to forget us at school, or decide we could fend for ourselves for dinner, while she went out with the "girls" to a bar in Port Angeles. That was back when we were little kids too. Dad would get a call from the neighbor and have to rush home. He was always making excuses for her, saying they married too young or whatever. Charlie doesn't like not following through on a promise or vow. I think Renee taking off was probably a relief to him. He no longer had to be the one who failed; he could be the one left behind that tried."
"That's just fucked up," he blurts out.
"Yep, but Charlie is a great Dad. Even if he did burst into tears trying to give me the sex talk."
"Really?" Edward laughs and I nod.
"Uh huh, Charlie Swan's little girl was supposed to become a nun or something like that so he could live with the knowledge that she was never defiled by some Lothario who just wanted her golden cherry." I can't help but giggle when I think about my poor Dad.
"And I thought it was bad when my Dad—the doctor—came in with the models we use in human anatomy and proceeded to show me how everything worked. The next morning as Mom is putting the pancakes in front of me at breakfast, she looks at me seriously and tells me that if the girl doesn't get hers, then she won't want to come back to me for seconds, and that I was a selfish bastard if I only got myself off."
"Poor baby, you are lucky you're not traumatized." I mock pout at him.
"Speaking of traumatizing parents, where is your Mom now? You know. Since she isn't in the great beyond." I groan.
"Be right back." I rush to the kitchen and make us both some coco, cause confessions of the 'crazy Madre kind', called for coco.
AN: SOOO thanks so much for reading and review :0) Umm what you didn't review? *Pouts* please, pretty please with Edward on top?