AN: Getting sappy in my old age.

Chapter 13

The studio used for Sculpture 101 was huge. I pulled my kid through the room and pointed out the various areas that we used in class. The floors were filthy and there was a fine dust mixture of clay and sawdust over all the surfaces. It was a huge mess of unfinished projects and I finally felt like I found a home.

It was late at night and I knew the art building was going to be quiet. The professors had given us all codes to unlock the building, because in their opinion, inspiration can hit at any hour. This place was fantastic and I wanted to share it with my kid. He was important and so was being able to create things in this setting.

It had been an odd night. First of all, we were actually alone for once. Kid took me out to the Union League for dinner. The Union League was fancy. You wore dresses and skirts to a joint like that. I was wearing some dress that magically appeared in my closet. Damn Dictator.

I was waiting for one of his pesky proposals, but none came.

It was, however, romantic and made me be in a sharing mood.

"This is where we use power tools!" I grabbed a drill and a piece of wood. "Watch!"

Kid leaned against a work table and crossed his arms. A smile brightened his whole face. "You're happy in here. It's your happy place."

"What?" I looked up from the wood I was staring at in my hands. It had so many possibilities.

"I have almost never heard your excited voice, Bella. You use it with me sometimes." He strolled over and pinched my side.

I turned on the drill and waved at him. "Watch yourself. This is an area where dangerous equipment is used. You need some safety glasses."

"You would look sexy in some safety glasses, woman!" Edward kissed my neck.

This new version of Edward was full of swagger and confidence. It was disturbing, because I found it to be slightly seductive.

"Be serious, man. I could drill you in the brain and I'm not a pre-med major. It wouldn't be pretty." I placed the drill down on the table, before somebody got hurt.

He grinned at me and backed away slowly with his hands in the air. "Don't hurt me, Miss Swan."

What had gotten into him?

I watched him head over to the pottery wheels. He plopped down on the stool and started spinning the wheel. That smile was still attached to his lips. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I was becoming such a damn chick.

"You know what I think about when I see these things?" His words made me stop gawking at him.

"Making a pot? Would you like a set of bowls to send to your mother?"

He patted his lap. "Come here."

"This is feeling like a Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore moment." My nose immediately crinkled up at the cheesiness. "I find myself to be more of a Whoopi type."

"I would never take you to be a girl who would watch Ghost. Was it Alice? She made me watch it." His long fingers spun the wheel and I thought what else he could be doing with those fingers.

A time and a place, Swan. A time and a place.

"You know me, kid. Stick me in front of a TV with a bag of chips and I'll watch anything." I looked at him warily, as he kept spinning.

"I know this." He patted his lap. "Show me how to work this wheel, my snarky princess."

What? My kid had some nerve.

I folded my arms. "That's Sculpture 102. We haven't covered dirty pottery wheel sex, yet."

"Here." He pointed to me and then himself.

I went over. Damn, hot demanding kid.

"Sit." He positioned me on his lap, so I faced him. Both of his hands cradled my face. "You want to be an artist."

Truth.

"Yes." I took his face. "You want to be?"

"Yours."

"Be serious. What is your dream other than me?" I rubbed my nose against his. He made me into a mush.

"A writer of fantasy," he admitted. "Would you marry a guy who wrote novels about dragons?"

"Yes, I would. I'm guessing you would marry a girl who would make pieces of artwork that will hopefully be banned in several southern states?"

His eyes never left mine, as he pulled my dress off my body. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

I wasn't wearing a bra and he kissed the girls. He raised me up and removed my underwear. I was naked under the harsh lights of the classroom.

"We could get caught," I pointed out. I unbuttoned his dress pants. My hands grabbed his dick and I lowered myself on top of him.

"I don't care," he admitted, as I moved on him slowly. His fingers rubbed me and I was not thinking straight. "Let's do it."

"Oh god!" I was coming undone. "Do… Oh… What? We are… Oh… Doing it."

He kissed me hard and pulled away to say heatedly, "Marry me. Officially. Wear my fucking ring."

"Yes!" It wasn't the orgasm. It was admitting the inevitable. "I'll marry you, Edward!"

Plus I just couldn't resist a demanding Kid. "I love you, Bella."

He emptied into me and I held him tightly. "I love you, too."

My kid brushed the sweaty hair from my head. "You mean it? Really?"

"Yes, you sneak. We don't have to wait for years either." I gave a big sigh. "My dad will like the idea of me not living in sin. No big weddings, though."

"Small and quiet," he said with a grin. "I have a ring."

I hadn't noticed that a small box that fell onto the floor. My kid grabbed it and opened up to reveal a silver ring that had a single pearl on it.

"Edward!" I gasped.

He placed it on my finger and kissed it. Looking up, he admitted, "I found your collection of Anne of Green Gables under your bed. You aren't a diamond type girl."

"Oh, Edward." It was perfect and so was he.

I kissed him with all I possessed.

"Well damn!"

Kid and I turned our heads to find a handsome boy in a Sonic Youth tee-shirt. "Hey, kids. Are we working on some performance art? Maybe, you two are discovering a new artistic movement, I don't know about?"

Oh god.

"Can you please stop looking at my fiancée?" Edward growled.

The stranger put his hands near, but not on, his eyes and laughed.

I pressed my body tightly to Edward's, trying to cover myself.

"Don't be shy, Miss Swan. We all do nude drawings in here." The man gave me a wink. How did he know my name? "I'm Riley Biers, Professor Wilson's teaching assistant. Don't worry; I won't say anything to her. She is into free love though, so she might be pretty proud of her star student."

"Leave!" Edward said, his face was red and he was holding me tightly.

"You have a good night, kids." Riley Biers winked at me again. "I'm feeling pretty inspired right now. Thank you, Miss Swan!"

I hid my face in Edward's neck. "I can't believe this."

"He's never coming near you!"

"My hero," I said and gave Edward a kiss, before I quickly got dressed.

He watched me with his wonderful smile. "Always."