BPOV
I woke up the next morning, on top of Emmett. His good hand was on the small of my back while a sheer sheet was barely covering my butt. I looked up a little and saw the cutest thing ever. Emmett's head was facing sideways sleeping with his mouth slightly open, just like Jeremy. What amazed me was that he also snored. It wasn't loud like a jack saw more like a whistle.
I intertwined my fingers palm down onto his chest and propped my chin on top. For what felt like an hour, I laid that way staring at him. I had so many other things to tell him. Like how my dad was coming soon and how it was going to be the kids' and mine's birthdays soon. I would have told him last night but I was a bit distracted.
I was lost in my thoughts when I heard a faint knocking at the door.
"Mommy, daddy." Shit! It was Jeremy. He was always the first to wake me up while Crystal slept. I looked at the knob and saw that it was unlocked so he could come in any second.
I shook Emmett so hard that he sat up saying, "And that's how the battle was won!" I guess he was dreaming.
"I don't care what battle it is but there will be a war if Jeremy sees us both naked. It'll scar him for life!" Emmett didn't know what I was talking about until Jeremy knocked on the door again.
"Oh shit." I got up with the sheet covering me and saw that Emmett was moving too slow for my liking. I helped him up and when he finally got up, my was he a sight for sore eyes. As he was rubbing his eyes and yawning, I stared at him in all his glory. He was naked, with a fucking hard on. I would've been turned on but Jeremy walking in and seeing that would be awful.
I looked at him disbelievingly gesturing to his manhood. Our son could walk in here and he was ready for another round.
"What," he whispered. "It's the morning and-" Before he could finish we saw the door opening. I quickly grabbed a nearby pillow and slammed it on Emmett's dick. He bent over, withering in pain but managed to keep the pillow in place, dropping to the floor.
Jeremy walked in with his stuffed bear, Mr. Yoyo, and stared at me, wrapped up in an almost see-through bed sheet and Emmett, on the floor in pain with only a pillow as protection from Jer's eyes.
"Hey baby." I said trying to sound cheerful at the same time. "What do you want for breakfast?" I had to steer him away from this situation as quick as possible.
"Oatmeal." He answered. "Wha' happen?" He asked. When Jeremy wanted to know something and you didn't answer, he'd stay there and keep asking until you did. Damn it.
"Uh, um," I looked to Emmett for guidance but he was still holding the pillow against him and I could see he was trying his hardest not to cry. Wow, for a big, strong football player, he was acting like a pussy.
"We, we were just, um wrestling. Yeah, that's it! We were wrestling and I pinned daddy to the ground."
Wow, I am good. I looked towards Emmett and the look on his face was hilarious. It looked like he didn't like the idea of his son seeing his big daddy beat up by a girl. I looked back at Jeremy and he still looked confused. All of a sudden, he slammed his bear to the ground, screamed like a maniac and charged towards a pain stricken Emmett. He jumped up in the air and slammed right on top of Emmett. Actually, he body slammed the pillow which was in front of Emmett junior which was in pain. When his body made contact, Emmett screamed so high that it sounded like the scream Crystal does when she doesn't get her way, which isn't so attractive. Jeremy got back up and grabbed his teddy bear and ran out of the room.
"Why did he do that?" said Emmett in a pained voice.
"Sorry. We sometimes play wrestle with Alice and that's his special move, the Terminator."
"There will be no more wrestling in this house." After he said that, I thought that now was the most appropriate time to laugh. And that I did.
A few moments later, we were all crowded up in the kitchen, fully dressed. Em was in a black wife beater and his boxers, with an ice pack over his crotch, while I was wearing the button up shirt that he wore yesterday. Any time he could, he would pinch my butt and I had to chastise him making sure the kids wouldn't see. It didn't stop him from doing it though. The kids were eating their strawberry oatmeal and we were sitting right next to them with our bagels and coffee. I was reading an excerpt from a new author and Emmett was reading the newspaper. We looked like the family that we were supposed to be all along. That reminded me!
"Hey Emmett!" I said.
"Yeah."
"Are you forgetting something?"
"No, I don't think so." He looked so clueless. It was cute.
"I'm your book publisher. Remember?"
It took him awhile to realize what I was talking about. That faithful day that he came to my office was what started this whole thing and honestly, him getting into that car accident afterwards was probably the best thing that happened to us.
"That's right! After all that's happened, I haven't had time to talk about that with you."
"That's fine. I just thought that you wouldn't want to talk about it after what was said to each other in my office." I couldn't look at him. I still felt bad about this whole situation abut keeping him away from the kids. I still felt like all of this was all my fault.
"Hey," I felt Emmett caress my cheek. I leaned into his hand, really needing his gentle touch.
"That's all in the past. All we could do now is look forward to the future and love and be there for one another. I love you and the kids and that's all we need."
"Really?"
"Yes, really." I felt like that was the last time we were ever going to talk about this. Like he said, what is in the past is now in the past.
"There are some more things we need to talk about though." I said as I wiped Crystal's mouth.
"Oh no! I have another child?" he asked in mock astonishment.
"No!" I said playfully slapping his arm. "Mine and the kids' birthdays are coming up soon."
"Awesome!" he yelled. "When is it?"
"Well, mine is November 12th and theirs is November 13th but we celebrate both on the 13th."
"I can't wait then. This year will be even better because you will have me."
"I know it will." I said kissing his cheek.
I grabbed their dishes and went to the sink to do the washing. The kids went into the living room putting on their favorite Saturday morning cartoons. I felt Emmett wrap his arms around me and start to kiss on my neck. "I loved waking up next to you this morning." he whispered.
"Same here." I answered. All of a sudden, I remember something really important that I had to tell him. "There is something else I have to tell you."
"Hm?" he said while rubbing my stomach.
"My dad's coming in a couple of days." He immediately stopped kissing me and stepped back a bit. I turned off the water and turned around to look at him. "Are you nervous?"
"Yeah kinda." he laughed nervously. "I've never been that serious with a girl to the point where I met her parents. You'd be the first one." I walked up to him and gave him a tight hug.
"Don't worry. He is the sweetest man you'll ever meet." That was a lie. "He's not the type to make you feel uncomfortable or anything." That too was a lie. My dad was one of those who would stare down the dreaded man taking his little girl away from him and since he was Forks, Washington sheriff, he would be the one to move his coat over to show off his pistol. He carries that thing with him everywhere he goes. But Emmett didn't need to know that. He was already nervous and I didn't want to make things worse than they already were.
"Okay. Hell I was going to have to meet him sooner or later right? Mine as well do it sooner." I wish he could meet my mom. She was much more easy going. She was one of those bohemians that were free spirited and didn't wear shoes to public bathrooms. Right now, she was in Africa with her philanthropist husband and my step father Phil, helping with the invisible Children foundation. That is what she did best; help others. God I missed her.
I looked at the time and saw that it was nearly eight. I had to call the company and explain to them why I hadn't been in for the past coulee of days.
After explaining everything, my partner let me have a couple of weeks to myself as long as I did my editing and stuff at home. Thats be of the perks of being a diligent worker. You get little rewards.
We all spent the Saturday morning watching episodes of Tom and Jerry. Me and Crystal were cuddled up on the couch while Emmett and Jeremy were on the floor, their eyes glued to the television laughing whenever Tom did something to Jerry. It's funny how they both hate Jerry, calling him a good for nothing rat.
After countless hours of watching stupidity, we gave the munchkins showers. It was pretty fun. Whenever Emmett had the chance, he would splash me with water when he thought that I wasn't looking. I made the mistake of splashing him back when he grabbed me and we both went into the tub with Jer and Crystal. They both laughed and cheered while we were being kids ourselves and getting each other wet. We just decided to play it off and pretended to take showers with them in the tub. Of course we looked ridiculous because we were fully clothed.
We got them dressed and sent them off into the family room. It was mommy and daddy's turn to take showers.
I thought that I would go first so I quickly got undressed and hoped in the shower, cascading myself with the hot water. I loved my shower because it was the one where there were heads all over the walls so I felt water coming on me from every direction. I started shampooing my hair when I felt another hand on my head. That scared the shit out of me. My mind went back to that movie The Grudge and that scene when Sarah Michelle Gellar was washing her hair and she felt that creepy hand on the back of her head. I turned around and there was Emmett.
"Emmett! What are you doing in here? What about the kids?"
"Don't worry. I put the gate thing in front of the entrance so they won't wander and they are watching Spongebob so I doubt they are going to be doing nothing for the next thirty minutes."
"Yeah but-" I was cut off by his kiss.
"You worry too much." he said against my lips. I finally gave in and wrapped my arms around him. He took a seat on the shower bench and I was left straddling him. "You are so beautiful." His gentle words were mixed with his wandering hands. For a big manly, football player, he had the most gentle touch. Was kind of scared too because of his still cashed up left side. He had the cast covered with plastic but that didn't make him less attractive. He was still, perfect.
His hands traveled down my sides until he caught a hold of my butt. He squeezed really hard but it didn't hurt. It only caused me to moan and grind into him.
He sucked in air and through his teeth and winced in pain.
"Oh my gosh! Did I hurt you?" I asked worried.
"Not really. My dick still hurts from Jeremy's special move."
"I could make it feel better." I said smiling.
"Oh yeah? How are you gonna do that?" he asked.
"Well," I propped myself off of him really carefully making sure not to hurt him more than he was already hurt and knelt down in front of him. "I plan on making you feel really good." I grabbed his hard, throbbing manhood in my small hand and bit, did I miss it. I didn't get a chance to fully embrace it last night and I was going to take full advantage of it now. He sucked in air and I felt really confident right now. He was responding the way I wanted him to and that was all of the permission I needed to keep going. "And I'm gonna suck you dry."
Before he could say anything else, I took hi, into my mouth. It wasn't easy because Emmett is a really big man. I started out very slowly, wanting to savor every moment of this. From time to time, I would hear the approving moans and him saying, "That feels so fucking good." he would grab and pull at my hair and it was such a fucking turn on. I looked up at him and saw that he was enjoying this just as much as I was. His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed in euphoria. "Don't stop. I'm so close baby." At that moment, I started to go faster and take him in deeper. Eat time his tip was at the back of my throat I would swallow. Once in high school, I read that when you're pleasuring a man orally and his tip hits your throat, you swallow because to the by, it feels like his tip is being tickled. Don't know how that works but if I'm confident in one thing about me, it's my sucking skills. Not that I'm a whore or anything.
Each time I swallowed, Emmett's moans would get louder. I giggled a little because he sounded so cute.
I guess the vibrations from my laugh did something to him because he started to shake is leg and quickly said "You better move." I shook my head as if telling him no. If I'm going to satisfy my man, I couldn't do it half assed.
I felt his warm seed enter the back of my throat and I willingly swallowed him dry. Spurt after spurt came but I didn't mind. He was my man, for now and forever and I would do anything to make him happy.
I took him out of my mouth and before getting back up, I kissed the base of his manhood. A little bow to wrap up the present.
I sat on his lap and waited for him to say something because he was still obviously trying to come down from his orgasm.
"That was- how did you- that was, not to sound vague, the best I've ever had." he smiled at me lazily.
"We aim to please." I smirked. He tried to slide his hands in between my legs but I quickly stopped him.
"Uh uh. Last night you pleased me so this was ll for you. It was my turn. I kissed his forehead and stood up. I grabbed an extra loofa and took some liquid soap and slowly poured it all his back. I massaged it into his skin and I let his head fall forward onto my stomach while he wrapped his arms around my hips. I cleaned him up like he was my king and loved every moment of it.
"You' probably the best nurse I've ever had, Swan." he said.
"Like I said Mr. McCarty. I aim to please. A little extreme TLC along the way doesn't hurt.
As hard as I tried to resist he wouldn't let me go uncared. He too, took my pink loofa and washed me up. It was kind of funny because with all of the casts and plastic it was awkward. He would try to reach place he couldn't and when I tried to do it for him, he would complain. "Can't wait to take these shits off in a couple of days."
When it came to washing me up down south, he had no trouble there. He took his time experimenting with his fingers and I wasn't complaining. Even though we both knew that place was clean he insisted on doing it multiple times.
All in all we ended up spending close to an hour in the shower, but it was okay. Apparently, there was a marathon of Spongebob going on. When my kids watch that show, the world could be ending outside and they wouldn't even notice.
Later on in the day, we decided to go over to Alice's house so we got dressed. I wore basic jeans with a light cardigan over a tank top and Uggs. Jeremy wore basically the same thing as me. Crystal also wore jeans with her favorite pink sweater on top. Emmett had to wear some basketball shorts and a t-shirt for now because his in home physical therapist was coming over in a few. She better be ugly.
About ten minutes later, the doorbell rang and Emmett was the one to open the door. I stayed in the kitchen with the kids paring them a snack so I didn't see who it was. What if his PT was hot and would steal him away from me? I've seen that movie Just Wright with Queen Latifah.
"Hey, man! Long time. I see!" Odd. He seemed to know who it was. "Come on in!" I heard the door close and people coming in.
Emmett walked in with his friend from the hospital, James I think.
"James, you remember the gorgeous girl who saved my life. This is Bella."
"Of course I do!" He dropped his gym bag on the floor and almost ran over to me. "How could I not remember the woman who saved my best friend's life?"
His hug was so warm and vibrant that I couldn't help but hug and like him instantly. I don't know if it was because he was really friendly or because I kind of knew he was gay. No man I knew wore a Giorgio Armani sweat suit and smelled like roses. He was pretty hot too. He had emerald green eyes and shoulder length hair that looked shinier and healthier than mine! Even though he was wearing a good amount of clothing, I could tell that he was lean and toned. If I wasn't with Emmett and thought that he was gay, he'd've been someone to consider. He kind of reminded me of that hot guy who played Raven-Symone's love interest in my favorite Disney channel movie Cheetah Girls.
He pushed me back still holding on to my shoulders and politely introduced himself. "I'm James Vanderbeek. But you already know that." He smiled at Mae and had the whitest teeth I had ever seen.
"Nice to meet you James. I'm Bella Swan, but you already know that." I replied with a smile.
"And who are these two adorable angels?" he said cooing at the kids.
"This is Jeremy and Crystal." answered Emmett.
"Ohhhh. They're your kids." replied James in realization. "They look just like you!" he laughed.
" You think? I thought they looked more like Bella." giggled Emmett.
"Yeah, well, there is a mixture of both of your features in them." He bent down in front of the two who were munching on apple slices and said, "You better get used to me kids. I'm gonna be around for a long, long time." Crystal giggled while Jeremy looks at him all funny.
"I thought I remember you being Emmett's manager. Are you a physical therapist too?" I had to ask.
"Yes and yes. I am his manager because I knew that I was the only one that could keep him in line. And as for the physical therapist part, I went to college for that and I have my license, so I sometimes do that on the side. But it doesn't pay as much as being this guy's manager. Plus, he called me a couple of nights ago gushing bout how wonderful and beautiful and smart, yadda yadda, Bells was. So I took it upon myself to be his PT because by the way he talked about you, I didn't want a tramp putting her hands on our man. He is a sports celebrity and you know how desperate and slutty girls could be. Regardless their professional job or whether or not they have a family." I gave him an appreciative smile and he winked back.
"So, let's get started. The sooner we get you back into shape, physically and mentally, the sooner we could get you back on the field."
"You guys could use here gym in the basement. I think it has everything you need." I suggested.
"I'll meet you down there." He grabbed his Dolce & Gabbana gym bag and I led him to the basement door.
"He's really nice." I said to Emmett.
"Yeah. He's my best friend. He's been there with me thought thick and thin. I don't know how he's dealt with me through all these years. If I was him, I would have been long gone by now."
"That shows you he's a god friend. But I wanna tell you something."
"What?" he said wrapping his arms around me.
"I think he's gay." When I said that, he burst out laughing.
"You think?" he laughed. "Whenever we talked about girls and vagina, he would make these faces and look like he was about to throw up. He is nowhere near heterosexual." He gave me and the kids small kisses and was on his way down to the basement. I wonder if James ever flirts with Emmett. I wouldn't be surprised if he did. I know I would.
AN: I know it's been a while. More like a century but I was really busy and just couldn't find the time in my life to write to you all. SORRY! I will try to start updating every week or other week depending on my schedule. You guys are one of my top priorities right now and I don't want to disappoint you all. Sorry if there are a lot of typos because I just couldn't find the time to proofread it all. What do you guys think if the story so far. I hope I am going in the right track. If any of you have any ideas on what I should put into the story, feel free to send me a message or put in the review box. James in this story was inspired by my best gay guy friend Antoine. I love him so much that I had to put something reminding me of him in this story. Luv you all!*******************PS********************** check out some pictures of the guy from cheetah girls for those of you who don't know who I'm talking about. His name is Kyle Schmid