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EPOV Spring 2010-
"I'm so bored," Bella said, flinging herself down on the bed, just watching me put away my clothes.
"I'm exhausted baby, I been working all day," I tried not to sound as pissed off as I was, I had been at work for thirteen hours and the minute I walked in Bella was hounding me to put my shit away. She
glared at me, hard and I wasn't in the mood to hear that she worked all day as well, she was home with Anthony. Yeah it was work but it wasn't physically demanding and exhausting, like my job.
"Want me to go ask my mom to watch Anthony; we can go out to dinner then maybe to Mill Creek?" I offered, trying to appease my wife.
'Mill Creek? Fine, it's better than staying at home," she rolled her eyes. She hated that a Friday night out anywhere around here was like a high school reunion minus the people who were 'lucky enough to
break the fuck out of this shithole,' as she liked to say. But whether she liked it or not we lived in Forks, that wasn't changing so it was either Mill Creek or bowling at Sunset Lanes.
"Hey ma?" I said in the phone, searching through the fridge because Bella didn't make dinner, again.
"Hi sweetie, how was work today?" She asked it was nice that someone cared enough to ask. We talked about how good Emmett was doing and how busy the garage had been, it was nice to just talk about
it with someone wouldn't put it down, like Bella usually did. My mom immediately agreed to watch Anthony for the night, letting us have some time alone, she loved watching him whenever she got the chance. I told
her I would bring him over in a few, giving Bella some time to get ready.
I walked back into the bedroom, after dropping Anthony off to my parents and there was Bella, lying face down on the bed writing away on her laptop, an anniversary/birthday present she picked out. Her
hair hung down like a curtain of dark curls, hiding her beautiful face from me, not that it mattered my eyes were glued to her ass. The dark jeans were so tight, she looked fucking hot. Too hot to leave the
house, I wondered if Bella would want to stay in, probably not.
"Get changed, I'm starving and want to go," she said turning her head towards me, even when she was ordering me around she looked good.
"I'm starving," I said, my words and smile oozing sexual innuendo, she knew exactly what I was referring to.
"Then we should go," she said closing the top to her computer then rolling onto her back, leaning back on her elbows, sticking out her chest.
"Or we could stay in." I unbuttoned my work shirt, took off my t-shirt, kicked off me shoes and socks and crawled on and up the bed, leaning over her.
We kissed and fucked and were in the car in a half hour, Bella even had time to remind me that my shoes should have been taken off at the door and not by our bed.
"So how was your day?" I asked, trying to start our night off right. I was still exhausted but now extremely fucking satisfied. But Bella looked too good to stay in, those were her words not mine after I
asked for a second round and take out.
"It was good; actually, I wrote a lot."
"Oh yeah? About what?"
"I had this dream last night, it was incredible and beautiful," she went into crazy details about her dream and I tried my hardest to stay tuned in but she was talking about wildflowers, a meadow and
vampires; it wasn't my kind of thing.
"Are you even listening to me?"
"What? Yeah. Of course, I am," I trailed off because I wasn't convincing her; I had tuned her out five minutes ago.
"Whatever," she breathed out and looked out the window, staying quiet until we parked at the restaurant. It was crowded; Bella groaned that she wasn't in the mood for Forks High School 2.0.
"I'm sorry, let's forget it. I'm off tomorrow, what should we do?" I tried changing the subject, trying to turn our night around.
I requested a table for two and we were seated right away.
"Seriously? I was telling you about my story and you ignore me then you want to talk about our plans for tomorrow?"
I gave a wave and nod to some guys I graduated with while Bella ignored them; she used to be Miss Popular but now was completely antisocial. I let her stew for a few minutes, looking over the menu even
though it hadn't changed in years, that was just another thing that annoyed Bella, she always complained about the same old, same old.
"So tomorrow?" I asked, hoping enough time had passed for her bitch attitude to pass.
"Yeah?" Nope not enough time.
"I was thinking about asking our parents and Emmett to come over and do some grilling, have a little cookout, you could meet his wife and kids." Em was bothering me to try and arrange a get together so
Bella and Rose could finally meet, he said that his wife needed some friends who didn't live in a trailer park and have five kids running around. I already knew that our wives wouldn't get along but I would
try anything to get Bella to stop her bitch act, maybe a new friend would help.
"So on our one day free of school and work you want me to entertain for you?" she was pissed, so much for an enjoyable night out as husband and wife.
"It's a cookout Bella, there isn't much to do, just put out some mustard and ketchup," I argued, if she wanted to act like a bitch, I could speak to her like one. Two could play this game, I was sick of being
her verbal punching bag.
"Right so the hot dogs, hamburgers, buns, drinks, desserts, plates and napkins will all just magically appear. Oh and the house will absolutely clean itself."
We ordered our food and it had arrived before she spoke again. "I had plans to meet up with Alice to go over her notes for my story."
"So invite her along, it would be nice to meet her, I have heard about her for months," to have a peaceful meal I was willing to let our minifight go unmentioned.
"Invite her to our white trash cookout? No thank you," she said laughing, I was not assumed.
"What the fuck, Bella?"
"What?" she asked between bites, acting like she didn't just completely insult me and our family.
"What was that?"
"A joke?"
"Really fucking funny. I guess, I missed the part where you became so uppity and high class, must really suck to be married to a lowly mechanic, we can't all be fucking professors like Alice or her douche
bag husband," I bit back not even trying to hid my hurt.
"I didn't mean it like that," she tried, playing off the shit she said. The worst part to me was that I could see the truth on her face; she really thought about our life and family like that.
"Yeah, you did."
And that was our night, we didn't talk through the rest of dinner, instead of dancing in the backroom or playing some pool together, I joined some guys and played a few rounds of darts. I didn't give a fuck
that she sat alone, writing on some paper, who the fuck knows where she even got it from. I was sick and fucking tired of her bullshit. I tried to have a nice night out with her and she seemed determined to
be fucking miserable.
We went home in the same silence that had plagued us for hours, she at least had the decency to looked remorseful, not that she would ever say it. We walked in; I went to shower, not in the mood for
another round of nasty words.
I let the hot water pour down on me, my anger draining away with the water, I hated nothing more than fighting with Bella but her attitude made it so hard to ignore sometimes. I dried off and went back to
our bedroom to find Bella leaning again the headboard, reading a book. Not wanting to go to sleep with wet hair, I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Sports Center.
It wasn't long before the bed was moving, to feel my wife's soft, small hands rub my back. She massaged the stress away; it was her way of apologizing without actually saying the words.
I was relaxed, I didn't move my head away as she peppered the back of my neck with kisses or when she straddled my lap somehow already naked, pushing my towel off.
"Baby love me," she whispered, her arms wrapped loosely around my neck, her chest pressing against mine. I leaned into her wrapping my arms around her; my body always wanted her touch, craved her
closeness and warmth.
She didn't say anything else; she pushed down on me, moving slowly over me. Her pace quickened, she moaned, I kissed her all over, touched her everywhere. I loved her the only way I could anymore,
being together like this was the only time that we made sense anymore.
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