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GITM Playlist Chapter 24: Iris-Goo Goo Dolls
Previously:
We walked outside and he gave me a long kiss then walked to his Bentley, backwards, waving goodbye. "I love you, baby."
"I love you, too."
I watched him get in his car and drive off. I stood there shaking until I couldn't see his car anymore then went inside to join Oreo on the sofa. I cuddled him to me and kissed his fluffy head. My phone buzzed on the coffee table. It was a text from Edward.
I'll see you in a few days, baby. I already miss you. I love you. Sleep tight. -E
I love you, too. -B
I slept on the couch that night with my puppy and my growing baby to keep me loved and warm.
Seven days will be hell.
- - - G I T M - - -
And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
'Cause sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
- - - G I T M - - -
EPOV
The first night away...
I've just arrived in Yakima. The last place I want to be now. I want to be home, with my wife, holding her, feeling our son grow stronger every day. But my friend and co-worker needs me; he needs me to watch over the place he takes so much pride in perfecting in order to support his family. He needs me to watch over it while he visits his wife's mother, the only mother Charlotte will ever have. I am willing to help him out but...God do I miss my girl already.
To see her get so upset about my leaving cracked my heart and I do understand why she cried, I do. I've never been away from her for long, she's vulnerable, pregnant and all alone in our house in the middle of the country, far from town. Anything could happen to her. I worried the whole way and felt relief when she texted me at eleven thirty at night to tell me she loved me and told me not to meet some girl while I'm away.
That would never happen. No one could ever make me feel like Bella does. No one.
And that's exactly what I texted back.
I knew she was joking but still. Not in a million years would that ever come up.
I unlocked room number 212 of the Days Inn, walked inside, dropped my duffel on the queen bed and took in my home for the week. It was a good-sized place; about the size of my old bedroom before I moved in with Bella.
Ugly brown-red carpet and curtains, a comforter with reddish and orange designs on it, cream walls, a picture above the headboard, a TV, a dresser, an office chair, and a red lounge chair next to a small table. I walked in the bathroom. All white; white shower curtain, white tub, white toilet, white sink. Just white. Sterile. I felt like I was staying in a hospital.
I changed into my pajamas then sat on the hard, springy bed to call Bella. It was late and she was already sleeping but she told me to call her. And that's what I'll do.
I hit 2 on the speed dial and put the phone to my ear as it rang. I looked at my watch.
12:30 A.M.
"Please answer, baby." I whispered to myself anxiously
On the sixth ring her soft, sleepy voice filtered through the ear piece.
"Hello?"
"Hey, sleepy."
"Hey. Where are you?"
"I just got settled in the hotel."
"You left at eight. How come you're just getting there?"
"I ran into a detour, I stopped to eat and then I had to find a hotel close to the store that had an available room. How long had you been asleep?"
She yawned before answering. "I fell asleep on the couch around eleven. Oreo and I watched Wizard of Oz. He's my cuddle buddy while you're away." Another yawn. "I miss you."
"I miss you, too. So bad it hurts."
"D'you miss home?"
"God, yes. I miss our comfy bed. It isn't squeaky or hard like this one is, it smells like Gain detergent while this bed smells like moth balls, Bella. The whole room smells like moth balls. Our bed is warm, this bed has scratchy blankets. Our bed is welcoming, this bed is shit. This bed doesn't hold underneath the covers what I love to lay down next to every night, the scent all around me. It doesn't have you. This bed doesn't have my wife in it. In this bed, I can't lie down and pull your warm softness back into my chest, I can't move your hair away from your nape and kiss your neck until we fall asleep."
"You're so sweet. You've got no idea how great that sounds. I'm not as warm as I am with your arms around me and Oreo doesn't like to be squeezed and he's to little to spoon."
I laughed quietly. "What I wouldn't give to be there with you..."
"But you have to help Peter, Edward. He needs you and I know you're not the kind of man to say no to a friend."
"I know...but listen, I'm gonna get some shut-eye. As much as I can before I meet Peter tomorrow."
"Okay."
"'Kay, I love you, Bella. So much."
"Mmm, I love you."
"G'night, baby. Sleep tight."
"'Night. Love you."
"Love you. Bye."
"Bye bye."
I ended the call and laid down on the shitty bed. I sprawled out for a few minutes, pleading with my body to relax and my eyes to grow heavy. After what seemed like forever, I gave up and picked up my phone to mess around on the Internet but ended up being drawn to looking at the pictures in my gallery. A few were of my siblings and their spouses; all happy, smiling, two were of Oreo: one of him on his back, the other in mid-sprint, there was one with my parents and me then just them. One was of me and Bella's parents. Odd. Charlie usually didn't like being photographed. I scrolled through a few more until I landed on the last ones and I grinned wide.
They were all Bella's beautiful face looking back at me. In a few, she was trying to hide her face with her hair, some with her looking at me all disgruntled that I had caught her off guard, one of her without make-up on, just waking up, and the last one...the one that made my heart swell was of her, blowing me a kiss, her pretty chestnut eyes filled with laughter and love.
I decided to send her the picture with a little message.
Looking at the one I love, her picture lulling me to sleep. I love you, baby. xoxo -E
I pressed SEND and placed my phone on the bedside table, falling asleep, finally. Her face being the last thing I see. Just like every night for the past four and a half months.
The next day...
"Hey, Edward, thanks for this. I really appreciate it," Peter shook my hand.
"No problem. Charlotte's mom needs her. How long is it from here to Newport?"
"About five hours. Her parents live in Providence so we're getting on the ferry from Newport. About a thirty, thirty-five miles distance-wise."
"Rhode Island? I thought you were going to Newport, Oregon."
"Nope, Rhode Island."
"Good. Cheap tickets?" Small talk is awkward, if I do say so myself.
"Yeah, it was fair. How ya been? How's your family?"
"I'm happy. Real happy. Family's good."
"You've got a kid comin', right?"
"Yup. Bella's about five months along," I answered, playing with my ring.
"Boy or girl?"
"Boy," I grinned.
"You like the thought of having a son, don't cha?"
"I'm partial to it." I tried coming off as not excited. It didn't work, I was ecstatic we were having a baby boy!
"Got any names picked out?"
"No. Come to think of it, we haven't ever talked about it before," I frowned. What did Bella want to name our son? Did the thought ever come to her? And if she did have a name, was it some weird name that celebrities would pick out to make their kid sound unique? It wasn't unique at all, it was fucking weird. Who the hell decides on the name Zuma? Gwen Stefani is strange. Jesus, what would Lady Gaga name her kid if she ever had one?
'You should talk to her about it, man. Char went nuts over picking out names. She was over the moon about the whole naming thing."
"I will. Thanks for reminding me. I would have forgotten about names and when he did come out, I would have been blank. I'll see you in a couple of days, Pete. Say hi to Charlotte for me."
"I will. Thank again," he clapped me on the shoulder and walked out of the store, on his way to go to the airport.
Two days gone...
My phone blaring scared the shit out of me and woke me up from another crappy night of sleep. I shot straight up and felt around for my cell. I picked it up and looked at the caller ID.
'My Girl' was blinking on the screen. I grinned and answered the call. "Hi, baby."
"Hey, did I wake you?"
I looked at the digital clock on the table. 11:15. Yeah, I needed to get up. "Nope, I needed to get up anyway."
"I really miss you, Edward."
"I know, Bells. I can't wait to get home to you...Hey, have you thought about names for our son?"
"Oh! No, I haven't really thought about it. Why do you ask?"
"Peter asked me about how you were doing and it just came up. He said his wife was excited to name their child."
"Well, I guess I thought about it when I was a little girl. I always wanted two kids; a boy and a girl, the Golden Retriever, a successful, loving husband, a big house with a wrap around porch and a white picket fence, living in a nice neighborhood where everyone knows your name. Every girl's dream."
I laughed. "You've got and are getting some of those. Let's see here. You're having a baby boy, instead of a Golden Retriever, you've got a Shih-Tzu, I am successful, I love you with everything in me...uh...our house isn't very big, there's no fence and this isn't Cheers so not everyone knows your name. We also don't live in a neighborhood; we live in the middle of nowhere. I'd say we've got a pretty good life."
"I'm saying that future was what I dreamed of before I met you. When I laid eyes on you, my little all American dream went down the toilet. All I wanted was to jump your bones, that was all I could think of. And I'm glad I asked you on that date because if I was too afraid—"
"We wouldn't have kissed, I wouldn't have given you your first real orgasm, you wouldn't have proposed to me, we wouldn't have had fucking amazing sex, we'd never be married and I wouldn't have knocked you up," I finished for her, chuckling.
Her soft giggle flowed through my ears. "Yes. Exactly. You're lucky you're so damn suave and seductive and annoyingly persuasive."
"Hey, you wouldn't be mine if I didn't try as hard as I did. But back to the subject of the matter...what do you wanna name our baby?" I flipped the TV on and flew through the channels, waiting for her reply. I stopped flipping and it landed on Nickelodeon. A fucking Rugrats movie was playing! That shit is so old.
"I don't know. Something that'd fit with Charles as a middle name...after my daddy."
"You want to push the button, Philip? YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE BUTTON!" The little girl yelled at her twin brother, her voice ringing out loudly through my hotel room.
Bella's laugh filled my ears once again. "Edward, are you watching the Rugrats? Oh, my God, are you four?"
"No, I was looking for something to watch and I stopped on that channel waiting for you to answer me."
"Uh huh," she teased. "You love Tommy and Dil, don't you?"
"Now who's the four-year old? You're the one who remembers the characters names...wait a minute, baby."
"What?"
"Dil...Dylan. Dylan Charles?"
"Dylan Charles Cullen? That's sounds perfect, Edward. Dylan Charles Cullen. Emmett can call him D.C. We have a name."
"Thank the Rugrats for inspiring me. It sounds incredibly corny, though, right? A TV show gave us a name for our baby."
"Well I love it. Hey, I gotta get dressed then I needa call everyone and tell 'em the news."
"Okay, sweetheart. I love you."
"I love you, too. I can't wait to see you."
"Me neither. Hey, tell everyone I order them to come by and see you. I don't want you to be lonely for a single second while I'm gone."
"'Kay. I love you."
"Love you, baby. Bye."
"Bye."
I put my phone down and headed for the shower.
My son has a name.
BPOV
Four days gone...
"Oof!"
My son is a kicker. Damn. He's been kicking me all morning. Just-a-kicking. My ribs, my bladder, my pelvic bones, he just can't quit. Hopefully he'll feel like kicking a little when his daddy comes back.
"You gotta give me a break, sweetpea. I need to take a shower, would you like that?" I asked my belly. "It's nice and warm. I just fed you." I fed myself but some of the nutrients I eat goes to him. I padded into the bathroom and removed my pajamas then stepped under the spray of the warm water. I washed my hair, soaped down my body, paying close attention to my belly and under it, my breasts as well. I washed the soap off, massaged in conditioner and rinsed it before wrapping two towels around me-because I'm huge-then walked to my room to get dressed for my doctor's appointment. Alice and Rose were going with me because Edward wasn't able to and they had already had their second check up for the month.
I dried off and pulled out a dark gray-blue cardigan over a white maternity camisole, bra and panties, then some dark wash skinny jeans with a stretchy waistband. I picked up flat, black knee-high boots with buckles lined down the outsides and pulled them on. I dried my hair and ran a comb through it before flat ironing it. It took me fifteen minutes and my hair flowed nearly down to my ass; it ended at the small of my back.
I pocketed my phone and walked to the kitchen.
"Bella Cullen!" Rosalie's voice yelled from the other side of my front door.
"Mrs. Isabella Cullen, yoo-hoo! Are you in there?" Alice followed.
"Yes, you two, come on in."
Their heels sounding on the kitchen floor let me know they were behind me. I turned and smiled at them. Alice had on a grey lace top, blue, skinny jeans and ankle boots. Rose was wearing a coral, half sleeved, top, black jeans and black wedges. "Hey. How were your appointments?"
"I'm having twins," Rose replied. "In June."
"I'm having a girl. In April," Alice squeaked.
"Well, I'm having a boy. And we'll find out the due date today." Cue the kicking. I clutched my stomach. "Okay, Dylan you can stop kicking me any time now."
"Dylan?" Rose grinned big. "You've got a name for your baby? Bells, that's great!"
"Oh, lord, Emmett is going to have a hay day with that. What's his full name?" Alice asked.
"Dylan Charles Cullen."
"Yep, he's going to go nuts," she nodded.
"You don't like it?"
"No, I love it," she held out her hand. "It's adorable. Where'd you come up with it?"
"Uh, Edward did. I was talking to him and he was watching the Rugrats—"
"Wait a minute," Rose cut me off. "He was watching the Rugrats? Is he a five-year old?"
"No, he was flipping through channels while asking what I wanted to name our baby and the channel landed on the show. It was a whole Tommy and Dil conversation and then he just...he picked Dylan. It's perfect. And we can call him D.C. for short."
"Yes, yes, we love it, you love it, Edward loves it," Rose stopped us. "Let's go to the doctor. I'm starving."
I nodded and put my coat on then headed out behind my friends to get in my car.
~ 0ooooooOoooooo0 ~
"Bella?" Dr. Varner called from the door.
"Hi," I stood up and walked to her.
"Are you ready to learn the due date?"
"Yes, very."
She opened the door to the exam room and guided me and my friends inside. I laid down and lifted my shirt for the ultrasound machine. Zafrina squeezed some jelly on my stomach and moved it around. She soon picked up a heartbeat.
There he was. My little man, moving around in his cocoon. "Hi, Dylan."
"I like that name," Zafrina admired. "It's cute. Okay...judging at his size and you being about twenty-two weeks along...your due date is..." She looked to be doing the math in her head. "April twentieth exactly."
"Wow," I gushed. "That's so exciting!"
~ 0ooooooOoooooo0 ~
"Are you gonna tell Edward when you get home?" Alice questioned.
"I'll call him tonight. He's probably working."
"Call him right now, Isabella or I'll kick your ass into next month."
"Jeez, alright. No need for violence, lady. Cool your jets." I pulled out my phone and dialed my husband's number and pressed the ear piece to my ear. It rang four times before he answered.
"Hello, my gorgeous wife."
"Hey. What're you doing?"
"Driving around Yakima. You?"
"Well, I just got back from the doctor. Ali and Rose are with me having lunch."
"And...? Is Dylan okay?"
"He's fine. I also found out the due date."
"When is it?" I could hear the utter excitement in his voice.
"April twentieth."
"Wow. It feels so good to hear the day our little boy will be with us."
"That was my reaction. I called my parents the other day and told him the name we—sorry, you picked out. They love it. My daddy loves that we're using his name for the middle name."
"I didn't pick it out, baby, I heard you say Dil and it came to me. So technically you chose our son's name."
"Yeah, whatever. Did you tell your family the name?"
He snorted. "Yeah, my mom started bawling. Dad just said he was happy. Do Ali and Rose and the guys know?"
"I'm sure they've already handled that." I looked at the women. "Haven't you guys?" They nodded happily. "Yes, Edward, they have told them."
"I miss you, sweetheart," he sighed, changing the subject.
"You have no idea, E. I can't wait to see you."
"Me either. When I get home I'm gonna rip off all your clothes, kiss every inch of you and take you nice...and slow. All night long. You're not gonna be sleeping, Mrs. Cullen."
My breath caught and the familiar ache between my legs made me weak. "Edward, you can't talk like that. Your sister and future sister-in-law are sitting right in front of me."
"Am I on speaker phone?"
"No."
"Then it shouldn't be a problem. Now...where was I? Oh, yes. I'm gonna make you scream so loud the whole city will hear you and know that one woman is being pleasured so thoroughly she won't want to get out of bed the next morning."
"Edward," I whimpered as my face heated, thinking of the things I knew he was capable of. "You can't do that. I'm in a restaraunt."
"Once again, sweet girl, I'm not on speaker phone, therefore I could give two fucks about what I'm saying to you."
"Just two?"
"If you're talking about what I'm hoping you are, you can guarantee there will be more than two fucks when I see you, Isabella," he growled, the sound shooting straight to the ache inside me.
"I gotta eat now, Cullen. I'll talk to you when I get home."
"We'll continue this conversation." I could hear him snickering...the ass.
"We're still in a bet."
"Not when I see you we won't be."
"Whatever you say."
"The only thing you'll be saying is 'fuck me harder, Edward'. Trust me."
"Oh, my God you dirty, dirty man," I playfully scolded, my friends eyeing me with grins on their faces. I glared back at them. "I gotta go, Edward. I'll talk to you later."
"I love you. Bye, baby."
"I love you, too. Bye."
I hung up.
"Your face is the color of my bra, Bella," Rose giggled. "Was he talking dirty to you?"
"Let's just say I'm glad Alice isn't like him."
"Oh, fuck he was being a total perv, wasn't he?" the evil pixie squeaked. "Was he talking about throwing you down and having his wicked, wicked way with you until the next morning?"
"Okay, maybe you are like him," I frowned.
God, my friends are major detail-loving whores. I mean this is Alice's brothet we're talking about. Months ago, she was disgusted when I talked about him kissing me and now...now she wants to know what he said he's going to do to me? If I had a brother and my frined was dating him and they talked about him and what they do before the oompa loompa, I'd be heading to the closest restroom to emoty my lunch. I would not be able to handle that.
"Hey," Alice smiled. "I love some good dirty talk."
"But about your brother?" Rose quirked a brow.
"Oh, ew, I don't think about how it is for him, you sick fucks. I think about how it would be for the girl. That's not sick. I'm serious Bells, if I was lesbian, you'd be my first choice."
"What about me?" Rose whined, looking offended.
"Oh, shut up, you're too intimidating. We're talking about if I didn't know Bella and I was a lez. You'd scare the shit out of me."
"Whatever."
"Let's go home," I stood and threw a tip on the table and walked out. We got in my car and drove back home. I turned on the Christmas tunes and blared them through the car. We all sang along to Mariah Carey's version of All I Want For Chirstmas Is You.
"I DON'T WANT A LOT FOR CHRISTMAS, THERE'S JUST ONE THING I NEED, I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE PRESENTS UNDERNEATH THE CHRISTMAS TREE, I JUST WANT YOU FOR MY OWN, MORE THAN YOU COULD EVER KNOW, MAKE MY WISH COME TRUE, ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS...YOU!"
I pulled up to my house and we got out, careful to not slip on the ice along the way.
"Okay, bitches what do you want to drink?" I asked Ali and Rose before I entered my house.
"Hot cocoa," they both replied in unison. "And movies."
"Okay, three hot cocoas comin' up." We walked in and my thoughts about drinks went out the window when I saw who stood in my living room. "Oh, my God."
"Hi, baby."
"Looks like you got your wish, Bells," Rose whispered.
~ 0ooooooOoooooo0 ~
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