I know, I know. Edward is a confused jerk! Bear with me, please!
EPOV
The car ride back to my house was filled with silence. Emmett kept glancing over at me worriedly.
I left her there.
Who does that? What the fuck is wrong with me?
I couldn't stop thinking about the way she looked at me when I was leaving.
How do I even explain this away?
We pulled up to the house that I had run from only hours earlier. There was a car in the driveway. A silver Volvo. Either Bella was home or I was a soccer mom. I couldn't remember if that car had been there when I had taken off earlier.
"Thanks, Em."
"You can talk to me, you know."
"I know…just…not right now."
I got out of the car and walked slowly to my house. On the outside, the house appeared small. But I recalled it being relatively large on the inside.
When I walked in, I explored the place that I would have to call home. Immediately when I entered, I could see both the living room and the kitchen. The living room had a large plasma screen television with two couches, one in front of the window and the other across from the television. To the left of the living room was a tall black marble dining room table with four tall chairs. The kitchen and the living room were divided by half a wall. There were picture frames all over the walls of the wedding, Emmett's children, Alice and some random guy.
What the fuck?
I needed to get in touch with Alice.
I studied our house.
When did we buy it?
What the fuck is the mortgage?
Who pays for what?
I walked into the kitchen and looked around. I looked above the stove for bills and checkbooks since that's where I would keep everything in my apartment.
Bingo.
I looked at the checkbook and my memos. Most of them said mortgage. The rest were for other random payments.
I paid mortgage, so she paid utilities. Good to know.
As I was putting everything away, I heard the front door slam.
"Edward Anthony Cullen!"
"Uh...in here?" I responded weakly.
My wife stormed into the kitchen and glared at me. Her hair was a little less messy than before and her face was flushed. Her chest was rising and falling in deep breaths.
She was livid.
And sexy.
And terrifying.
I was hard again.
Damnit. I have no self-control or self-preservation around this woman.
"What the fuck was that about?" she spoke with calm anger.
"I...um..." FUCK! "wasn't feeling well and had to throw up."
Where the fuck did I come up with that?
She narrowed her eyes. "I made you throw up?"
"No!" I backtracked. "I was a lot more hungover than I thought. And I started to not feel right, so I knew I needed to stop...before something bad happened."
That was actually true.
The scowl from her face fell, but her eyebrows were furrowed. She didn't believe me.
"Is this about what we talked about before?"
I was confused.
"Before?"
"I knew it. You seemed too excited for this to be true. You aren't ready for children are you? That's why you freaked out today. You aren't ready to begin trying."
Children?
She all of a sudden appeared exhausted and sat down at the table.
What would other perfect Edward say?
I thought back to the video. That Edward was very much in love. He couldn't have been afraid of children.
"That's not it at all," I responded, only half lying, since that really wasn't it. "I...am ready for children with you. I really was just feeling like I was going to be sick from dehydration."
Bella looked up at me. Her gaze was skeptical. I smiled at her, despite my stomach issues.
"I want children with you. Let's go to bed, baby."
She gave me a small smile back and took my hand. She still didn't believe me. She was right not to.
"Okay, we both have a long day tomorrow, so that would probably be best."
As we got ready for bed, I hoped that I would wake up in my own apartment in the morning. I slept restlessly with Bella curled up next to me. I finally was able to fall asleep, but woke up to an alarm going off. I hoped I was back in my time. 2012.
The small female body sprawled out over mine told me otherwise.
And I was hard. Again.
Oh Edward.
Thanks for reading! Next chapter will be Edward volunteering :-)
For those of you reading Playing Cold and Imagining Dragons, I will hopefully have a prom chapter up by the weekend.
-Bravery