Beta'd by TwiDi
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I hate to address this here but if you have Private Messaging disabled I can't send you an answer there in reply. For the person who left the review that just said short, please not the 1st chapter where I said this was going to be along the lines of a drabble fic which is shorter quicker chapters 500 min. My normal fics have 3000 word per chapter min. so there is a difference.
As for everyone else thank you so much for your continued support it has meant so much, hope you like this chapter the snorting the coco is completely a shout out to the awesomesauce TwiDi who I owe some coco too because she snarfed it while beta'ing one of my updates.
Chapter 7: Prepping For My Doom
After a kick-ass night of makeup sex, and Edward snorting coco through his nose as I told him about Renee—he really loved the part about Mom and Jane—we were back on even kill in the Swan-Cullen, soon to just be Cullen household.
While I was lucky to snag the whole week off from the tutoring lab, Edward had one last day this afternoon before the University shut down for Thanksgiving break. I decided to utilize this time wisely by getting a start on baking and cleaning. Donning my favorite cleaning outfit of my sunflower smiley face sweatshirt, jogging pants and fuzzy leopard print slippers, I get to work, opening up the windows. Cleaning product smell can give me a headache, so I dress warm and open up, so I can get it done without needing an Advil.
First stop is the bathroom. Grandma Swan always said that no matter what two rooms in your house need to be cleaned first and well; the bathroom then the kitchen. She claimed that even if the other rooms were messy, that if those two were clean, then you're good to go. I swear, Edward can mess up a bathroom more than anyone I've ever met. And not by the whole missing the toilet with his aim, which he'd only had done after a little too much to drink. No, my sweet man has a horrible time remembering to clean up after himself. Blue streaks of toothpaste in sink, little hairs from his ever-growing facial hair, clothes that missed the hamper… and my personal favorite—please, note the sarcasm here—putting away ALL of his hair-care products. My man was born with some of the messiest hair; and it takes a lot to work it into submission. Personally, I love it product-free and all sex-haired up where I can run my fingers through that shit.
Finishing up, I head for the tiny kitchen. The one I'm going to have to prep a HUGE meal for more people then I care to think about. Luckily, we have a dishwasher that we always put our dirties in, so other than some counter clean up and wiping down the stove, I was able to pop on the dishwasher and be done with that.
After dusting and vacuuming the living room and hitting our few pictures with the Windex, I get to the cooking stage. First, I start with boiling the sweet potatoes. Charlie has one request every Thanksgiving, Sweet Potato Casserole. So, with that boiling, I start the pies. And you guessed right, if you guessed that I was totally using the refrigerated pie crust. No way was I going to make my own, mainly because I wasn't sure they'd be edible. Wrist-deep in mixing up the pumpkin pie stuff, my cell beeps. Wiping my hands off, I pick it up to see a text from my sweet-assed love puppet.
I'm sitting here thinking of you. Love ~ E
Before I can type something in reply, another text comes through.
Do you know how much I love you? ~ E
Aww! My lover man was so sweet! I type a 'heart' and send it to him before lifting my top and sending him a picture of my boobs. Of course, I had my hand over my heart making the 'I love you' sign—you know, just so he knows how much my boobies love him. Aha! Less than a minute later, he sends something else.
God, baby, are you trying to kill me? My dick is so fucking hard right now and I'm trying to tutor this guy from the football team. And I'm hoping to hell he doesn't think it's for him. Kisses on those sweet nips ~ E
P.S. Tell them I love them too.
My man knows me and my boobies so well. Because I'm naughty, I lower my sweatpants and bend over the counter sending Edward a picture of my cute little cherry-covered cotton pany'd ass. Even quicker, a message comes in.
That's it! Fuck this jock, I'll be there in ten minutes, you better be bending over the counter wearing those panties and a smile. Love ya ~ E
Squeee! Me and my ass are so getting some more lovin'. I quickly pull the pies out—since they were done—and put the sweet potatoes over to the side to cool, so I wouldn't burn myself when I did them up later. Putting my sweatpants over on the sofa, I fluff my hair and slip a little gloss on my lips. I rub a little extra deodorant on and brush my teeth. Edward loves my smiley face sweat shirt; he says the flowers over my tatas frame me out so cutely so I leave it on.
Twenty minutes later a knock sounds at the door and wetness floods my panties. Ohhh! Edward wants to play delivery boy. We've done this before and it's one of my favorite games. Edward gets a pizza and pretends to be a sweet innocent delivery boy whom I seduce for free pizza. Grabbing my purse, I fluff my hair one last time and fix the sweatshirt so he can see my cute panties before opening the door. I fake looking into my purse.
"How much do I owe you?" I ask in my sexy voice.
"Darlin', I'm sure we can work something out," A lazy voice drawls. I look up into the startled faces of several beautiful people.
Fuck my life!
AN: Poor Bella, she'd love some reviews to cheer her up right about now :0)
