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Chapter 13 - One Day

BPOV

Edward and I, reluctantly, decided to get redressed after our post research 'reconnection', and head over to Emmett and Rosie's house for lunch. I had honestly never felt this attracted any man before. Besides Edward perfect body, and the undeniable sexual draw between us, the fact that he was so attracted to me, and showed it, really cemented his appeal to me.

Edward zipped up his jeans and smirked at me. He looked glorious without his shirt. I was just wearing my t-shirt and underwear. "The rest of our clothes are downstairs," he said, walking over to me. He almost looked like a lion stalking out his prey.

"Well, are you going to be a gentleman, and go get my jeans for me?" I teased.

He chuckled. "Sweetheart, I'd do anything for you, but in this case, I want to look at your pretty ass a little longer."

I blushed, and turned to walk out of the room. I wasn't used to being talked to that way, and the only man that had ever talked dirty to me was Edward. I liked that he couldn't keep his hands to himself and that he told me exactly how I made him feel. I made it about halfway down the hallway before I felt Edward behind me. "I'm, sorry. That was crude," he whispered in my ear. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled my back to his chest.

I giggled. "No, my hot hunk of a cowboy, it wasn't crude." I leaned my head back and looked up at his face. "It's nice to know that you find me attractive."

He chuckled, clearly relieved that I wasn't upset with him. "I find you to be a little more than attractive."

"Well, you can tell me all about it tonight when we get home from you're best friend's house," I said, biting at his jaw.

"Mm. Don't start with the biting, sexy girl," he said softly. "Or, there is no way we're going to make it for lunch."

I giggled. He dipped his hand under my t-shirt and traced his fingertips over my stomach. I reached up and stopped his hand, right as his fingers got to my bra. I had goose bumps all over my body from his gentle touch. "Don't start with the touching, sexy boy, or there is no way we're going to make it for lunch."

Edward laughed. "Jesus, I love you, Bella," he said, taking his time sliding his hand out from under my shirt.

"Wait, Edward. A Sunday lunch. What am I supposed to wear?" I asked, turning around to face him.

He just shrugged. "Bella. Don't worry so much," he said, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. "You look so beautiful all the time."

"Thank you, Edward, but think. What does Rosie wear for lunch on Sunday?" I put my hands on the side of his head.

He laughed, leaning down to kiss my top lip. "Uh, let me think," he said furrowing his brow. "Oh, I know. She wears her church clothes, so it's always a dress, or a skirt."

"So, you were going to let me wear jeans?" I clarified.

"Bella, sunshine. I'm a guy. I went over there for food and friends, not fashion, okay?" he tried to explain. I huffed.

I turned and headed back to our room. What did a girl wear to a Sunday lunch in the country? I pulled off my t-shirt, tossed it on the floor and stood in front of the closet. All I had were dressy school clothes, a couple of dresses to wear to the bar with Jess, which were way too sexy for Sunday, and comfy clothes like jeans and t-shirts.

I turned when I heard Edward come into the bedroom and watched as he laid back on the bed, with his arms behind his head. He still didn't have his shirt on, and I was finding myself a little distracted.

"I'm sorry that I'm being a diva, Edward. I just want to fit in," I sighed.

"Bella. I told you that jeans were fine. I wear jeans to Rosie's every week and she has yet to kick me out," he said. "And you're not being a diva, whatever the hell that is," he laughed. "But, take your time, sweet cheeks, I'm enjoying the view."

I giggled, again. Edward sure knew how to make a girl forget her problems. His mind was always in the gutter. Always. I did a little turn so he could get a better look.

"That's it. I'm calling Em to cancel," he said, sitting up and reaching for the phone.

I laughed. "Edward, no." I ran over to him to take the phone from his hand. I set it down on the bedside table. Edward reached over and wrapped his arms around my bare waist, rolling me over onto the bed with him.

"You don't want to spend the afternoon right here with me?" he asked, tracing his fingers over my ribs.

"I would love to, and we'll do that tomorrow afternoon, but I'm not going to keep you from your friends," I told him.

"You're not, Bella," he said. "But, if you want to go over there, you'd better get some clothes on that gorgeous body of yours." He traced his fingers over my hips.

"Edward, don't look at my hips. They're too big," I confessed. Every girl had that one part of her body that made her feel insecure, and mine were my hips.

"What?" Edward asked exasperatedly. "You have gorgeous hips." Edward leaned down and placed a light kiss on my right hip. "Bella, please don't ever worry about your weight. Just be happy. Eat. Us farm boys like a little meat on our girls."

I laughed. "Are you serious? You want me to gain weight?" In this day and age, I thought guys liked skinny girls. I had always had a bit of a butt and hips on me, and had never been really thin.

"Bella, I'm not telling you to put on weight. You're gorgeous. All I'm trying to say, is that if you did put on weight, I don't want you to worry about it," he was trying to explain what he meant and he looked so cute because he was getting flustered.

I thought I'd better let him off the hook. He looked like he was worried that he offended me. He was even tugging at his hair a little bit. And, I just loved him more for it.

"Edward, relax," I said, running my fingers over his scalp. I sat up and straddled him, bringing his hands up to my hips. "So, you honestly like my hips?"

Edward's sexy smile was back. He gave my hips a little squeeze. "I love your hips," he said, before reaching back to my bum, making me giggle. "I love all of you."

"You know, you really are the ideal man," I told him. "I have honestly never heard of a boyfriend that would be truly happy to have his girlfriend pack on pounds." I leaned down and ran my hands over his beautiful chest. "I might just have to keep you."

"Mm. I hope you do, sunshine," he said, closing his eyes, and clearing enjoying the feeling of my skin on his. "I'm just saying that I love you unconditionally."

"Thank you, Edward. That really does mean a lot to me. I've always been self conscious about my hips." I wanted to be totally honest with Edward. I wanted to make sure that he always knew how important he was to me.

"Well, it's too bad that you didn't meet me sooner, and I would have kissed those crazy ideas from your mind." He opened his eyes and our gazes met. He brought his hands over my bum and along the dip of my lower back. He reached up to my bra and unclasped it, before knocked the straps off of my shoulders.

I brought my arm over my breasts. "Edward Cullen, I just put that back on," I teased. I pulled it back on and reached behind me to do it back up. Edward appeared to be enjoying the show.

EPOV

My god. Bella was beautiful After spending the last hour in the bed with her, which was amazing, as always, we had to get dressed. And, of course, Bella being Bella, worried about her wardrobe. Once she got to know Rosie and Em a little better, she would realize that they would never judge her based on what she wore.

I was also taken aback by Bella's insecurities about her body. Besides having a gorgeous face, penetrating eyes, and lips like satin pillows, her body was heaven. I was honest when I told her that I liked some weight on a girl. But, of course, I wasn't very articulate in my explanation. I didn't want to her think that I though she was too thin, either. I thought she was perfect.

And, because she was so perfect, I didn't want her to doubt that. She needn't be worrying about crazy things like weight. I loved her for her. I loved her because she had an amazing, sweet, caring soul. I loved her body because it was hers. If she was fifty pounds heavier, I would love her the same.

And, because I was who I was, I had to try and get a little frisky with her. But, who could really blame a guy, when he had a gorgeous woman straddling his waist in just her bra and panties. I could only hold back for so long.

Unfortunately, Bella had way, way more restraint than I did. She covered back up and climbed off of the bed, standing back by the closet and giving me a gorgeous view of her backside. I wished she could see herself through my eyes. She would see how absolutely breathtaking she was. She would understand why I was so jealous of other men leering at her. She would see why I was trying so hard to keep her.

I found it interesting that I was standing exactly were Bella was, the day before, complaining that I didn't have the right kind of clothes to wear in Bella's world. Now, here we were the next day, and Bella was worried about the same thing. Did she have the right clothes to wear in mine.

Yesterday, I felt almost depressed. I was over thinking things. I was worried that I wasn't good enough for her because I didn't have the right shirt. As I watched Bella, worried over what my friends would think of her clothes, I realized how superficial we were both acting. We were happy with each other. We could always buy new clothes.

I think I just had an epiphany while staring at my girlfriend in her underwear. Huh.

She pulled out a little blue floral skirt and bent over to slip it on. I may have groaned a little at the site, because I heard her giggle. It hit her mid thigh and she looked damn sexy. She pulled a black tank on, but it was a soft looking material. I didn't know what it was, but it was gorgeous on her.

She turned and sighed. "See. This isn't Sunday lunch appropriate. We're going to have to go shopping this week, Edward," she said with her hands on her hips. She acted like she would have to force me to spend time with her.

"Okay, Bella. We'll go shopping, but I think you look beautiful in that outfit." I was going to miss these clothes on her if she didn't want to wear them anymore.

"Really? It's not to short?" she asked, turning around.

I chuckled. "Am I really the right person to be asking?"

She laughed. "Good point."

My phone rang and I reached over to grab it. It was Em.

"We'll be there in ten minutes," I said, instead of a greeting. Em started laughing on the other end of the line.

"You'd better be, buddy. I'm hungry and this house smells like heaven," he said, before hanging up on me.

I laughed and shook my head. That man was all about his stomach.

"Are we in trouble?" Bella asked, slipping on some little black shoes.

"No, Bella. But if we want to eat, we'd better get over there. I can't guarantee that Em's going to save us any food," I told her, making her laugh. She pulled a black t-shirt out of the closet and tossed it at me.

"Put a shirt on, cowboy," she laughed. "Let's get over there. I've worked up a quite an appetite this morning." Bella turned and winked at me. That was my girl.

I pulled my shirt over my head and followed my girlfriend out of our room, down the hallway and down the stairs. Seth was laying at the bottom of the stairs, looking pretty left out. He had waited so patiently for Bella while she was working in the office and I stole her away from him. Bella crouched down in front of him, kissed the top of head and scratched him behind the ears. His tail was wagging and he was back to the happy dog that he always was.

I walked over to my gun case in the living room and took out my pump shotgun. I knew Em had guns galore at his place, but I wanted Bella to be comfortable using the one I had. I slipped it in a blue quilted gun bag and slung it over my shoulder. I grabbed a box of buckshot, and locked up the gun case. I turned and saw Bella sitting on one end of the couch with Seth laying across the rest of the couch and his nose on her lap. Bella was stroking him from his nose to his ears.

I laughed. The dog usually stayed off of the furniture, but it was clear that Bella was going to spoil him and let him get away with anything. But who was I to say anything. This was her house now, too.

"Okay, you two, ready for lunch?" I asked, smiling at Bella. Seth lifted his head and looked at me.

"I'm starving. Let's go," she said. She got up and Seth followed her to the door. I opened the tailgate on the truck and set the gun in the back. Seth hopped in and I closed the back. I walked over to Bella and helped her up into the truck. I kissed her hand, before closing her door.

I walked around the front of the truck and got in. The drive to Em's house was only about five minutes, but I loved seeing my land.

"So, do you have lunch with Em and Rosie every Sunday?" Bella asked.

"Usually," I told her. "But, Bella. We don't have do that. We can make our own schedule, okay?" She had already left her life in the city for me and I wasn't about to take away her ability to choose how she spent her time.

"No, no, Edward. That's not what I meant. I'd love to keep up your traditions," she said, reaching over to put her hand on my forearm. "I'm just glad you haven't been alone."

I smiled at her. She was such a sweet girl. "No, I've had Rosie and Em since I was a teenager," I reassured her. She didn't need to worry about me so much.

We pulled up to Em's and I came around to lift her out if the truck. She kissed my lips and smiled at me. "You made it." I heard. I turned and saw Emmett out on the porch. I laughed as I went to let Seth out of the back of the truck. He ran passed Em and into the house. He loved Rosie and her cooking.

Em walked over to Bella and pulled her into a tight hug. "Sorry, we're late," Bella said. "I was having a bit of a trouble deciding what to wear."

Em laughed. "You don't need to dress up for me, sweetheart. I'm a married man."

I walked up to her and wrapped my arm around her shoulder. Her face was bright red. "She dressed up for me, you ass," I teased. I placed a kiss on the side of her head.

We all walked into the house were met with the smell of roasted chicken. Em was right. It smelled like heaven in here.

Rosie walked over to us in a pink dress and white apron. She pulled Bella into a tight hug and I heard her whisper to Bella that she looked beautiful. I had the greatest friends. I hugged Rosie and kissed her cheek. "It smells great in here, honey."

"You boys and your stomachs," she laughed. "Come and eat before it gets cold." We followed her into the kitchen and I noticed she had a roast chicken, a bowl of potatoes and one of green beans on the table. She also had a pitcher of lemonade and a pot of coffee on the table as well.

Seth was happily eating a out of bowl on the floor, his tail wagging. I loved that Rosie always made something for my boy.

I pulled out Bella's chair for her and Em did the same for his wife. "This looks amazing, Rosie," Bella said.

Rosie was beaming. She seemed so excited to have Bella here with us now. "So, what have you two been up to this week?" Rosie asked Bella.

I looked at Bella and she looked at me. I'm sure we were both a little flushed, because I knew what I was thinking about, and it sure wasn't appropriate for a Sunday lunch conversation.

Em laughed, and I mean loudly. "Jesus, Edward," he chuckled. "So that's why you were late this morning?"

Bella put her hand over her face and Rosie was giggling. "I'm not going to defend myself," I said. "I love her and I think she's irresistible."

Bella punched my shoulder. "Edward," she scolded, quietly. I rubbed my arm. My girl packed a mean punch. "I was working on my thesis research this morning and yesterday we went to the city. Edward got to see my school and meet my supervisor." She must have been trying to get me back for embarrassing her, because she knew that I hated that man.

"And, how did that go, Edward?" Rosie asked.

"The school was great, the supervisor's an asshole, and I'm bored out of my mind when she works on her thesis," I explained. Bella giggled at me and shook her head.

"Well, get over here and help me on the ranch, then. Leave the girl alone so she can work," Em suggested.

Bella just laughed. "Oh, he's fine. I just keep the office door locked."

Rosie laughed at that. She took a drink of her lemonade, then frowned, getting up and running out of the room. Bella got up. "I'll go check on her."

Bella left the room, and Em turned to me. "It's because of the pregnancy," he said. "My baby loves her lemonade, but she can't keep it down, lately." I felt bad for Rosie, having to go through this, but I knew she loved this baby and she would suffer through anything for it.

"So, what's wrong with Bella's supervisor?" Em asked, a cocky smirk on his face.

"Uh, he was wearing a suit, and he was a smug bugger. But it was plain as day that he has the hots for her, and she doesn't see it." It was nice to vent to my best friend over this. I didn't want my jealousy to get out of control.

"Well, buddy, he can like her all he wants. You have her." Ah, Em. The voice of reason.

"I know, but you know how it is. I just feel really protective of her," I explained.

"I understand, man," Em said. "Just trust her, okay? She loves you." I nodded my head. He was right. I shouldn't spend my time worrying about things that didn't have any control over and that didn't really matter. I knew Bella loved me and I was beginning to understand just how much she wanted to stay with me.

Rosie and Bella came back in the kitchen and Rosie had damp face towel on the back of her neck. Em got up and pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back. "You doing okay?"

"Yeah, baby. I'm fine," she said. Emmett pulled her down to sit on his lap, making her laugh. These two still acted like newlyweds. It's was beautiful, really. I couldn't wait until Bella was pregnant with my child.

Whoa. Where did that thought come from? Bella and I had only met about a month ago. I felt myself starting to sweat a little. I didn't really think a lot about having kids, but I guess that was changing. Everything was changing with Bella, and I loved it.

Bella reached over and caressed my cheek. "Are you okay, Edward?" she whispered. "You look a little warm."

I chuckled. "I'm great, sunshine," I told her honestly. "Um, Rosie, do you want me to wash the dishes?" I offered.

"Oh, no, Edward. You kids go outside and play with your guns. I'm fine. This little angel just doesn't share my love of lemonade," she said, rubbing her stomach.

"This little angel is just like his daddy," Em said chuckling and placing his hand over Rosie's.

"Or, her," Rosie giggled. "It could be a girl, Emmy."

I got up and kissed Rosie on the forehead. "We'll give you two a minute," I said getting up. "Meet you outside, Em." He nodded, kissing Rosie's cheek. I took Bella's hand and we walked out to the porch.

"Is she alright?" I asked Bella when we sat down on the porch swing. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close to me.

"Yeah. It was just a little morning sickness. She's okay," Bella told me, running her fingers through my hair. "But, you seem a little warm. You a little squeamish?" she asked, leaning in for a quick kiss.

"Oh, no," I laughed. "Being a farmer and a hunter, nothing bothers me." Bella looked at me and raised her eyebrow. I chuckled. "Honestly, Bella. I was thinking about our future. I was thinking about you carrying our baby one day." I was a little nervous telling Bella the truth, but I didn't want to keep secrets in out relationship. I wanted honesty.

I was expecting Bella to look surprised and shocked and scared. But, she smiled at me and straddled my lap like the perfect, sexy, beautiful woman she was. She nipped at my lips. I smiled at her glowing face and sparkling eyes. She leaned in and pressed a long, hard kiss to my lips. "One day, Edward," she whispered against my lips. "One day."