Mrs. Meyer still owns the charterers, but I own the idea.
This story will contain: Daddyward, Dom Carlsile, lots of BDSM, oh and Constructorward. Pictures can be found in my Facebook group (Addicted-to-romione-bedward Fanfiction) at Photos in the folder named after the story. You can find there the banner made by Falling Stars
A special thank you to harrytwifan for helping me with betaing this one.
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In the morning, I wake up feeling more rested than I have in a long time.
Carlisle's sprawled on his chest snoring lightly, one of his legs still tangled with mine.
I roll out of the bed and go to the room I've spent two nights in, to check on Kenna. She's sleeping, but then I'm making too much noise in the bathroom and wake her up. We go to the kitchen and prepare breakfast.
I can't wait to see Carlisle's reaction to pancakes, fried bacon and scrambled eggs.
We're in a contest of who can eat more, when he joins us. His blue eyes grow so wide I'm afraid they'll fall out. Then they find me and narrow.
Oh, shit.
I'm in trouble.
"I can't wait for the tests to be done. I'll have them done as quickly as possible," he says quietly, but his tone is threatening.
"Good morning to you too!" I say lightly, hoping to steer him away from the subject.
"Have a pancake! Daddy makes yummy pancakes!" Kenna tells him through a mouthful.
"Hey, what have we talked about swallowing before talking?" I chide her.
She chews quickly and swallows her bite. "Sorry."
I nod and look back at Carlisle. "You can try a pancake. You won't die," I tell him slowly.
"Pancakes, I can do. That greasy bacon – no."
"What about yesterday?" I challenge him. He sure as hell ate that greasy IHOP breakfast like a starving man.
"IHOP is the only exception," he retorts.
"So is the pizza when your friend visits."
"Are you arguing with me?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Maybe." I never know when to shut up.
"I'm keeping count of everything," he whispers in my ear, taking the seat next to me. He grabs a fork, stabs a pancake, before sinking it into the chocolate on my plate, and biting into it. "Hmm. This is delicious."
"I told you!" Kenna shouts excitedly, making me jump. I almost forgot about her presence.
We take a detour to our studio to change our clothes, and I insist that Carlisle waits in the car. I even offer to drive us, but he demands that I return to his car or I won't be able to sit for a week. And I believe him.
We drop Kenna at Bella's on the way to the hospital. She can take her to kindergarten. I don't want to complicate things for Carlisle.
At the hospital, he leads me straight to the lab to have blood drawn. I recognize the nurse as the one who directed me to Kenna that faithful day we met. Carlisle greets her by name and tells her what kind of analysis he wants.
Before I know it, we're done. I have never liked this, but I know it is necessary to do tests once in a while. Esme, the nurse, tells Carlisle that he can have the results by the end of the day.
Wow.
I don't think I'm ready.
Even though his shift starts in ten minutes, he offers to drive me to work. At least the building we're working on isn't far from the hospital.
"Thanks," I whisper as he parks the car.
"You're welcome," he replies, equally quiet.
I can't seem to find it in me to open the door. I'm not ready to end our time together.
I blurt out the stupidest thing ever. "My foot's great."
Carlisle bursts out in laughter so hard the car is shaking. "I was expecting something cheesier," he jokes. "Something like… My foot's in pain. When can I see you again?"
We grin at each other. My cheeks are hurting.
"I'm not sure how my day will be, but I'll contact you to let you know about the tests," he adds.
I nod. "Okay, then. See you." I wrap my fingers around the door handle.
"Not so fast, Edward."
I turn to him surprised, feeling tingles everywhere at how my name sounds rolling off his tongue.
His fingers curl in my hair and he brings my head closer to his. We're so close we're breathing the same air. Then he presses his lips to mine, his tongue invading my mouth.
"Now, you can go," he breathes against my lips.
I leave the car feeling woozy. I haven't been kissed like that in so long.
One of my co-workers looks at me knowingly as I grab my gear to start the day.
"So she brings you to work? When did you meet?" he asks curiously.
She.
Uh, super.
He doesn't know and he looks like a person who won't ever understand my choice.
"A while ago," I answer vaguely. It's not exactly a lie.
"She has a nice car," Joe says, insisting.
I don't answer, and take the stairs to the floor I've been working on. He follows.
"Did she meet your daughter?"
I start preparing the paint and selecting brushes.
"She must be loaded to drive that car."
I grit my teeth and turn to him. "First, I don't care about the money! Second, yes, he met Kenna and yes, he has a nice car and yes, he's loaded!"
Joe's eyes widen and he looks at me as if I've grown another head.
"He?" he asks, almost disgusted.
I roll my eyes and dip the roll brush in the paint, then go to the wall. "If you have a problem with that, then go work on another floor."
He leaves quickly and I'm surprised, but I realize why he listened. Emmett comes to me fifteen minutes later laughing about ol' Joe worrying about having a fag on the crew. Thankfully, Em doesn't have a problem with this. We actually laugh about Joe's worries.
My day flies by, and since Carlisle drove me to work, I have to use public transportation to get to the kindergarten.
Kenna talks my ear off on the way home. I decide to walk to our studio to save money. It's a bad idea, considering halfway there she starts complaining that her feet hurt. I deposit her on my shoulders, keeping my hands on her legs to make sure she won't fall off.
She loves it there. She's tall and all important.
"Look!" she squeals as I turn on our street.
"It's difficult to see when you have your hand over my eyes, baby," I tell her amused.
"Ooops."
I snort, and finally able to see clearly, I see Carlisle leaning against the hood of his car, legs crossed, looking at me with a huge smile on his face. My lips tug up on their own accord and my feet move faster.
"Hi," I whisper as I stop in front of him.
"Hello." He straightens and pecks my lips before reaching up and pressing a kiss on Kenna's cheek. His chuckle tells me that she's beet red.
"Did you escape early?" I ask, taking his hand. I can't keep my fingers away even if I try.
"I couldn't wait until later. We're both clean. I need this." His blue eyes smolder with desire.
"Would you mind spending another night at Carlisle's place?" I ask Kenna, looking up at her.
"Nope. He has fluffy bed."
"Let's pack some overnight clothes. We'll be right back," I tell him, letting go of his hand.
"Is where you live a secret?" he asks curiously, but there's an undertone. I don't like it.
"It's just… It's nothing compared to your place," I mumble, looking at my sneakers. I still need to buy new ones.
"Edward…" He sighs tiredly, almost as if he has lost the will to fight.
I grab his hand and tug it, making him stumble. "Come on," I urge him. "Before I change my mind."
Laughing heartily, he follows, squeezing my fingers.
"Head down," I warn Kenna, as I step into the building. She leans her small body over my head and stays there until we're into the studio.
I put her down and go to our small chest of drawers to select a few clothes. I stuff them into my backpack and turn to see Carlisle looking around, a bemused expression on his face.
"Where's Kenna?" I suddenly realize she's not around.
"She said something about potty," he explains with a small smile.
"Oh. Okay." I nod and sling the strap of the backpack over my shoulder. "So…we're clean?"
"Yup." He winks, and warmness fills my body. A moment later he starts laughing hard. "You have quite the wannabe rebel slash bad boy look with your cap like that."
I snicker. "It's Kenna's doing. She turned it." I shrug.
"I'm not complaining. It gives me better access to do this," Carlisle murmurs and presses his lips to mine, cupping my cheek. "There are so many things I want to do to you. I have no idea where to start."
"Daddy! I need help!"
I forget how awful it is to be interrupted.
"Sorry," I mutter, rushing to the bathroom. "Yes, sweetie?"
"Can't. It's stuck." She points to her zipper.
I crouch in front of her. The intention of getting herself dressed alone counts.
"You caught your panties, that's why the zipper won't go up. Let me try to unstuck it."
With a little struggle, I solve her little problem.
We're good to go.
As I lock up, my next door neighbor is just coming home. My little girl has a crush on college Freshman, Derek. Thankfully, he is always amused by her antics and stoops to her level. They even had a tea party when something came up and I had to run at work on such short notice I couldn't have Bella come to us.
"Oh no!" Derek gasps when he sees Kenna holding Carlisle's hand. "What have I done wrong to have you cheat on me, my Fair Lady?"
She dissolves in a fit of giggles and goes to hug his leg. "I still love you!" she squeals.
Derek wipes invisible sweat off his forehead. "You had me worried."
"Daddy C is Daddy's boyfwiend," she declares proudly.
If I didn't know Derek was gay himself, I'd have worried about his reaction.
"That's good. You looked pretty sad before," he notes, looking at me.
"Thanks." I grin and drop the keys in a pocket of my backpack. "We have to go, baby."
"Can't I stay with Dek?" She pouts.
"Afraid you can't. He's busy, I'm sure."
"Actually, I have to study for an exam." He nods, shooting me an amused look.
I extract my kid from his arms and nod for Carlisle to follow me. He comments on Kenna being too young for that kind of drama.
"She got herself in trouble when we moved here," I tell him laughing. "I was unpacking and it was extremely hot so I kept the front door open – like most people in this building. One second she was unpacking her toys, the next she was gone." I palm my face as we reach his car. "But before I could go into a full-blown panic attack, Derek pokes his head inside and asks if I lost her. I shouted at him and called him a ton of bad names, thinking he wanted to steal her. Then I realized he was a good guy. And she has a girly crush on him."
"Dek's my boyfwend!"
"Yeah, sure until his real boyfriend drops by," I say pointedly, staring into her wide eyes.
She pouts as I strap her in the backseat of Carlisle's Merc, but smiles after I kiss her nose.
The short drive is spent in silence.
Once inside Carlisle's house, we start working on dinner, eager to see Kenna asleep – which probably won't be any time soon. It's only six in the evening.
See you next Saturday. :)
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