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This entire chapter is in Christy's P.O.V. I hope you all enjoy. Let me know what you think. 3


"Go back to sleep baby," I said as I reached down to pull the blanket back over Rob.

"Too hungry," he whined as he rolled onto his back and began rubbing his stomach.

"Aww, poor baby," I grinned, moving to hover over him. "Would you like for me to cook you something?"

He flashed that crooked, panty dropping grin of his and raised up a bit before pressing his lips against the side of my neck. "I can think of something else I'd rather eat."

A wave of desire moved over my body instantly and I swallowed hard then cleared my throat. "That sounds appealing but you need a good breakfast."

"Fine," he sighed, pulling out the childish pout as he laid back down.

I rolled my eyes as I moved to get off of the bed. "You shower. I'll cook," I told him.

"How about I come watch you cook, we eat together and then we shower together?" he asked as he scooted off the bed and began sauntering towards me in all of his just woken up and still looking fucking irresistible glory.

"Good idea," I winked at him before turning to walk out of the room. We were met by his mother who was walking down the hall now fully dressed in a dark purple pant suit and looking incredibly gorgeous. Good looks definitely run through this family.

"A little early for work, Mum," Rob said as she stood on her tip toes to kiss his cheek. It was still pretty dark out.

"Oh, I know,sweetie. I just have some paper work to do and I'm coming home around 1 to steal your southern belle," she grinned, looking down at me.

"Just bring her back soon. Okay?" he said, smiling as we all began walking down the stairs together.

She stopped at the bottom step, laughing lightly. "I'm sure she needs a break from you. We'll come back when we're good and ready."

I looked over at him, knowing his reaction to what she said would be humorous and I was not disappointed. He was giving her his most wounded look with his hand over his chest. "Why on earth would she need a break from me?"

She raised her eyebrows, looking at him like he was insane. "I'll see you two later, darling," she called as she opened the door. She closed it before Rob could press on for an answer.

I, of course, began giggling. "What did she mean?" he asked, genuinely interested.

I stepped down from the bottom step and began walking towards the kitchen. "I don't know, babe. I see you differently than she does. I don't like having breaks from you, personally. But, I also really love your cock, so-"

"Oh, I get it," he said as he hopped up on one of the kitchen counters. "You just love me for my huge penis."

I was opening the refrigerator to see if they had eggs and I turned to look at him, trying very hard not to laugh. "Huge? I don't know about that."

His mouth fell open and he looked very scared. "Just kidding!" I said quickly, laughing.

"You're gonna pay for that," he pointed at me as a grin slowly played on his lips.

"I'm going to pay for making you think your dick isn't huge? That's a little silly, don't you think?"

"It's a Pattinson thing," another voice spoke up and I spun to my right to see Rob's Dad standing in the door way of the kitchen finishing up tying his tie. I felt the blush creep across my cheeks and my mouth was hanging open. He started laughing. "Don't be embarassed. We're more than open around here."

"Why is everyone going to work early?" Rob asked as he attempted to reach the cabinet that had coffee mugs in it from where he was sitting instead of actually getting off of the counter to get it. I rolled my eyes at him and opened the cabinet before pulling out a mug and handing it to him. "Thanks," he winked at me.

"It's not that early, Rob," his Dad told him, glancing towards the clock. It was 6:30 am at that point. "I have a meeting at 7:30 and I have to prep for it."

"Do you have time for breakfast?" I asked and he smiled at me a smile I had seen a thousand times from his son.

"Unfortunately I don't but we should all have dinner this evening if you two don't have plans," he said, glancing from me to Rob.

"Sounds good to me," Rob shrugged as he poured a shit load of sugar into his coffee.

"Great," his father smiled. "Have a good day, you two."

"You too," Rob and I called out as he walked out of the house.

"So, we've got the house all to ourselves while my parents are gone," Rob wiggled his eyebrows as I walked towards him with the carton of eggs. "Wanna make out on the couch?"

I laughed and shook my head. "Rob! What kind of girl do you think I am?" I asked, playing along with him.

"The kind of girl who gives me amazing blow jobs while my parents are in the same house and most likely still awake?" he smirked and I rolled my eyes as I pulled the loaf of bread from the cabinet.

"Touche', Pattinson. We're having french toast, by the way."

"Fuck, that sounds amazing," he said in a dramatic voice, rubbing his belly. "Hurryyyy," he whined.

"Eat an apple or something, titty baby," I told him, pointing towards the bowl of fruit that was next to him with the pan I had just pulled down from above the stove.

He wrinkled his nose up. "Too healthy. Did you just call me titty baby?"

I laughed, nodding. "I did."

"What the hell does that mean?" he laughed as well as he picked up his cup of coffee to take a sip.

I was cracking the eggs in a bowl and trying not to get bits of shell into them. "Um, I'm not sure exactly. I just know my Mom always said it to me when I was being whiny," I laughed.

"You must have her sense of humor," he said as I began whisking the eggs. I smiled at the thought of that and nodded.

"I think I do. She was always saying funny things. My Dad said that's why he fell in love with her. She wasn't like any other girl he had ever met."

"And did your Mum ever say why she fell for your Dad?"

I laughed at the thought of it. "Well, what's funny about that is that my Mom said that Dad was a real asshole when they first met."

I looked up at him and he gave me a knowing smile as we both thought about how we first met and how he acted. I continued while I got the pieces of bread out. "His parents were extremely wealthy and kept setting him up with their friend's kids. All of the girls were those types that wanted to sit on their ass and pop out kids, have fancy parties, spend every dime the man made, eventually become an alcoholic and be best friends with a plastic surgeon while having an affair with the much younger pool boy. You know, that sort of thing."

"Sounds wonderful," he mumbled, in a sarcastic tone.

"Oh yeah," I agreed, laughing. "My Dad was a really passionate guy. He loved art and photography. His collection of paintings and photos he'd bought and done himself was extensive. He needed someone with depth. He told me he was incredibly picky."

"So, how did he meet your Mum?"

"Well," I smiled as I placed the first piece of french toast into the pan. "His parents invited my Mom's parents and her over for a dinner party because they heard about my Mom being top notch in school. I guess they thought she'd be a good match. Good breeding and all," I rolled my eyes thinking of those old school standards. "Anyway, my Dad was fed up with that shit and acted like a total prick all through dinner. He and my Mom ended up having it out right there in front of their parents because he was getting on her nerves. I believe my Dad said that my Mom called him a spoiled little frat boy who would forever have his Mother's tit stuck in his mouth."

Rob threw his head back and laughed. "That sounds just like something you would say."

"Indeed. She taught me well," I grinned as I flipped over the pieces of bread in the pan. I couldn't help but think of how normal this was. Despite the fucked up shit surrounding us right then, we were doing things a normal couple would do. I felt more at home in that house than I had felt in a long time.

"How did they end up together though?" he asked as he leaned his head back against the cabinets, genuinely interested in what I was saying. Normally this would be difficult to talk about but I found a sense of comfort in it with him.

"Oddly enough, her little outburst intrigued him," she grinned. "He told me he couldn't get her out of his head for days. No woman had ever put him in his place like that. He said she sat at that table acting like she didn't want to be there either instead of all of the other girls who were obviously there to impress him. He ended up snooping into his Mom's address book and finding my Mom's address."

"Now, that sounds like something I would do," he grinned, pointing at himself with his thumb.

"Yes it does," I laughed as I scooped up the pieces of bread and put them on a plate. I picked up the bag of powdered sugar and Rob hopped off of the counter.

"I want lots on mine," he said as she snaked his arms around me from behind and pressed his chest against my back while I was putting his pieces on a separate plate. I picked up the bag and poured some on it.

"More," he instructed and I did as he said.

"More," he said again and I poured more.

"More," I sat the bag down and laughed.

"Baby, I think that's enough. When you put the syrup on you're going to have a sugar rush already."

"I like sugar!" He said as he leaned down to kiss my cheek. "You are sweeter than sugar though," he whispered against my skin and I couldn't help but grin.

"Look at you with your cute little one liners," I teased as I poured some syrup over his toast.

"I am good, aren't I?" he asked as he pulled away. I heard the refrigerator open behind me. "Milk?"

"Sounds good," I said as I poured the sugar and syrup over my own toast. I picked up the plates and moved to walk towards the dining room.

"Nope," he stepped to the side and blocked me, holding two glasses of milk. I looked up at him in confusion. "We're not eating in there," he shook his head smiling.

"Where are we eating?" I asked, interested in what he was planning.

"Follow me, lovely," he said in a low husky voice before walking past me. I followed behind him and watched as he struggled for a second to open the back door of the house while holding the milk. He finally succeeded and turned to grin at me. "This was my favorite place when I still lived here," he motioned outside with his head and I smiled up at him as I walked through the door to the back yard. It was pretty but I didn't see much that was special about it and there was no where for us to eat. I looked up at him in confusion.

"This way," he said as he walked past me and stepped onto the grass. I followed behind him. The grass was moist with dew and cold on my feet as I followed along. He stopped at a part of the fence where there was a door that looked like it would lead off of the property. He held the glasses the same way he had when he figured out how to get the back door open and unlatched the lock on the gate before pulling it open. I could see the beautiful flowers before it was fully open and my eyes widened.

It looked like it didn't even belong out there because of how plain the rest of the back area was. There were four rows that were all filled with incredibly gorgeous flowers. Purple flowers, yellow flowers, pink flowers, and even some blue ones. I don't know much about flowers but I knew they were incredible and the smell was intoxicating. Those gorgeous flowers along with the gorgeous sky which was turnin a pinkish color since the sun was coming up made for a beautiful setting.

"You like it?" Rob asked and I looked to my left to see him standing next to a table that had a large umbrella positioned above it. He was sitting our glasses of milk down and looking at me expectantly.

"I love it," I said, looking back at the flowers. "They're beautiful," I told him, walking over to sit the plates down.

"I planted all of them," he told me, looking quite proud of himself.

I was shocked. I couldn't imagine Rob planting flowers. "Seriously?"

"Yep," he grinned. "I always came out here to write or just be by myself. It's peaceful."

"It really is," I said as I turned my attention back to the long rows of flowers.

"Shit, we forgot forks," Rob laughed. "I'll go get them," he kissed my cheek as he walked by.

I watched him walk away before turning back towards the flowers. I walked over to them and began making my way down one of the rows. The smell was so wonderful. I opened both of my hands and let them graze over the soft petals of the flowers as I slowly walked down the row. It was still mind boggling to me that Rob had planted all of these. His mother obviously worked hard on keeping them up since he was gone a lot.

"I wish I had a camera right now," Rob's voice pulled me from my thoughts and I turned around to see him smiling down at me.

"Why is that?" I asked, sliding my hands up his still exposed chest. He placed his hands on my hips and cocked his head to the side.

"You looked gorgeous walking through the flowers like that," he said softly, smiling.

I laughed. "With my lovely bed hair and your clothes on?"

"Mmm, definitely. You look gorgeous no matter what," he said as he dipped his head down and pressed his lips against mine.

As usual, what was meant to be an innocent kiss quickly turned into something far different. That same wave of desire that had hit me earlier in the bedroom came back. I stood on my tip toes and slid my hands into his hair to pull myself up closer to him as our tongues began moving slowly together, exploring each other's mouths. The smell of him mixed with the sweet smell of the flowers was wonderful.

His hands tightened on my hips and he pulled me hard against him, making my belly press against his very noticeable erection.

He broke the kiss breathlessly. "I need you," he whispered as he began trailing from the corner of my mouth down my jawline with little kisses.

"Breakfast," I whispered breathlessly, my eyes rolling back as his lips pressed against my neck.

"Fuck breakfast," he practically growled against my neck as his fingers hooked into the top of my pants. He pulled them down roughly and I opened my eyes to see him kneeling down in front of me as he pulled down my pants and panties. I was speechless as I put my hand on his shoulder to steady myself and step out of my pants.

His hands moved from my ankles and all the way up to the backs of my thighs before he leaned in and pressed a kiss against my inner thigh, dangerously close to my already throbbing and quite soaked center.

"You smell fucking delicious," he whispered and I could feel his breath and the stubble of his cheek against my inner thigh. Before I could respond, his tongue moved along my slit and my knees buckled slightly as it flicked over my swollen clit.

"Oh shit," I whispered, my voice sounding more high pitched than usual.

He moaned as he sucked my clit into his mouth and began sucking hard, grazing his teeth over it. My moan was far too loud for us to be outside in a place where there were neighbors but that that point, I didn't care. He was far too good with his mouth.

"Always so wet for me," he said as he pulled away from me. My head snapped down towards him because I didn't know why he stopped. His green eyes were filled with lust and excitement as he stared up at me. I watched as he moved off of his knees and sat down on the grass. He slipped his pj pants down a bit and my breath caught in my throat when his cock sprang free. He was so hard and it was very obvious. I nearly moaned at the sight of him.

His hand moved to the base of his cock and I watched, completely fascinated as he stroked himself. His other hand lifted up and he curled his finger towards himself, telling me to come to him.

I didn't hesitate to move and I stepped over him, placing my feet on either side of his thighs before lowering myself so that I was straddling him. He wrapped an arm around my waist and positioned himself beneath me. I looked at his face and watched as he watched himself slip inside my entrance. My breath caught in my throat as he began stretching and filling me while I was still moving to position myself by putting my knees on the ground.

"Fuck," he hissed when he was pushed inside of me to the hilt and I placed my hands on his shoulders, moaning at the feel of him filling me up so completely.

He looked back up at me and grinned, his tongue moving over his top teeth. "You're over dressed," he told me, his eyes flickering towards my chest. I was so lost in him I hadn't even realized I was still wearing his t-shirt.

I quickly pulled it up and over my head before throwing it behind me and he immediately leaned in and captured my right nipple between his full lips and sucked hard.

"Ah, fuck!" I squealed, feeling the walls of my pussy tighten on him because of the new sensations he was giving me.

He flexed his hips, signaling me to start moving and I did as he wished. I used my knees to support myself and held onto his shoulders as I began moving up and down, letting him slide slowly in and out of me. I loved going slow like that. I could feel every inch of him throbbing deep inside of me.

He switched from my right nipple to the left and I looked down to see his beautiful eyes locked on my face while he sucked it hard. He released it with a popping noise and moved his hands to my hips as he looked at me. He leaned in and pressed his forehead against mine as he began moving his hips beneath me, meeting my movements which made it feel even more amazing.

"I love being buried inside of you like this," he whispered, his lips hovering over mine. Our breaths were harsh and low moans were leaving both of our throats as we moved together. "I want to be the only one who ever feels you this way," he whispered as he moved to begin kissing down my neck. I leaned my head to the side to give him access, listening to his seductive voice as he spoke. "I want to make love to you every morning and every night. I want to be the only man who ever makes you cum again," he grazed his teeth over my collar bone and I moaned louder but not because of his teeth. It was because I loved what he was saying. The idea of that was perfect in my eyes.

I was creeping closely to the edge. The muscles in my belly began clenching and my legs were getting shaky and tingly. He picked up his pace beneath me right as I began to ride him faster, the sound of my ass meeting his thighs becoming louder with our quicker and harder movements.

"You are mine," he whispered against my shoulder as his fingers dug into my hips and that was it. I lost it.

"Rob!" I screamed his name, the sound echoing through the garden as I began cumming.

"Shit," he hissed against my shoulder, his hands moving from my hips to my lower back. He pulled me hard against him as my walls clenched down on him. He thrust into me two more times during my orgasm, only intensifying it before he came as well, pouring himself into me with a low groan.

After a few moments of us attempting to catch our breath and both of us rubbing each other's backs softly, I pulled back to look down at him. He gave me the panty dropping grin and I couldn't help but giggle. "Do you make it a habit to seduce women in the middle of your flower garden?"

"Nah, you're the first," he winked, smacking my ass playfully.

I rolled my eyes and laughed as I leaned down to kiss his lips. "Come on. Our food is probably getting cold."

I pulled myself off his lap and we both winced as he slipped out of me, both being rather sensitive still. I bent down to pick up my panties and moved to put them on but the put a hand on my shoulder.

"No, let's eat naked."

I looked up at him like he was crazy and I figured he was joking but the look on his face said he wasn't.

I laughed. "Seriously? What if someone sees us?"

"No one will be home for hours. Come on," he said as he took my clothes from me and began walking away. I paused to watch his ass as he walked away and then followed along behind him.

We enjoyed our yummy breakfast right there in the garden completely naked.

While I was drying my hair after we showered and made love once again while in there, I let my thoughts drift back to the garden and what he had said to me. Did he really want to be that for me? Saying he wanted me forever was a big deal but being the person I was, I questioned if he really meant it. I mean, he was inside of me at the moment. You never know what might fly out of someone's mouth when they're getting that kind of pleasure.

I turned off the hairdryer and walked back into Rob's room wearing one of his tshirts and a pair of panties. He was sitting on his bed wearing his boxers and looking at something on his laptop. If I had it my way, we'd spend the day like that.

"You never finished your story," he told me, patting the bed beside him when he looked up at me.

"My story?" I asked, confused. I walked over to the bed and crawled onto it before sitting next to him on the bed. He closed the laptop and turned his body towards me curling his legs under himself.

"About your parents. You said your Dad found your Mum's address."

"Oh! I got distracted," I grinned and he smirked.

"So, Dad got Mama's address and one Sunday afternoon he drove over to her house. He told me she was sitting on the front porch drinking a glass of wine. He said it was almost sunset and Mom was lying on the porch swing wearing these giant Jackie O shades and little baby blue sundress. He said he'd never seen anyone look more beautiful," I smiled trying to imagine it.

"What did she do when she saw your Dad?" he asked, sounding like a kid who couldn't wait to hear all of the story. It amazed me that he was so interested in things like this.

I laughed. "He said she shot up off of that swing and put her hand on her hip and asked him what the hell he was doing there." I paused for Rob and I to get over our little bit of laughter about that. "He told her he was there to apologize and explained himself and she calmed down after that. He ended up sitting on that porch with her until midnight talking. They both said they fell in love that night and there was no looking back. They spent every single moment that they could together after that. Three months later they were married and a year later they had me."

"Wow, that sounds like a romance movie or something," he grinned, reaching out to push a piece of my hair away from my eyes.

I nodded, smiling at him. "I always thought so. They were so deeply in love. I don't remember them ever not being sweet with each other. I've always wanted to have what they had. It sounds a little morbid, maybe, but them dying together the way they did was like it was meant to be. I don't think either of them would've made it in this life very long without the other."

"It's not morbid," he shook his head, speaking softly. "I'm sure they would've wanted it that way apart from leaving you so early. But I know they must be proud of you."

I swallowed hard and smiled, trying hard not to cry. I hoped they were proud of me. "I hope so," I said softly, raising my hand to rub the stubble on his cheek. "They said no one thought they'd make it since they married so soon after meeting each other but they proved everyone wrong."

"Most relationships don't make it when they get married that soon," Rob said, shrugging a bit. "But I guess it's all about finding the right person. My parents met when they were 17 and have been together ever since."

I smiled at the thought. "They're so cute together. You have so much of both of them in you. Your mother's sweetness and your Dad's sense of humor," I grinned. "Oh and the panty dropping grin."

"Panty dropping grin?" he laughed, cocking his head to the side.

"Yes!" I laughed. "That crooked little grin you do. It's a panty dropper."

"I'll keep that in mind," he wiggled his eyebrows before leaning in to kiss me.

A few hours later I found myself wandering along the streets of London with Rob's Mom. She was so much fun to hang out with. I felt like I was with a friend I'd known for years. We had stopped by a little cafe to have a quick lunch and afternoon glass of wine before we went shopping. A few hours afte we began, we were both loaded down with an obscene amount of bags as we walked out of a little boutique that had beautiful handmade jewelry. I had spent far too much on earrings in there but they were too beautiful to pass up. Her phone started ringing and we walked over to a bench on the sidewalk so she could fish her phone out of her purse. Oddly enough, I felt my own phone vibrate in my back pocket.

I sat my bags down and pulled the phone out of my pocket expecting it to be Rob because I knew he was most likely done with the meeting he had to go to that afternoon. I unlocked the screen and tilted my head in confusion when I saw a number I didn't recognize.

Do you think running off with your boyfriend will keep you safe?

I read the text silently and my heart dropped. Before I could even process what it said, my phone vibrated again and the next text displayed itself. It was from another number I didn't recognize.

I hope you've got a spot next to your parents because it'll be your new home soon.

My heart dropped and it felt like all the blood drained from my face.

"That was Rob whining about us coming home. He said he and his Dad ordered from this Italian restaurant and-" she paused when she saw the look on my face. "Are you alright, darling?"

I snapped out of it and looked up at her, trying to compose myself. I don't know exactly why but I decided lying would be for the best. "Oh. Yeah, I'm okay," I laughed lightly as I slid my phone back into my pocket. "One of my employees pissed off a customer earlier and my manager was texting me about it." I felt horrible lying to her but I didn't want to spoil the day or Rob's rare trip home with my drama.

"You scared me for a second there," she said, smiling as she picked up her own bags. I picked mine up as well and looked up at her trying my hardest to not feel guilty. "Anyway, the boys are being big babies and begging us to come home. I hope you like Italian."

"I do," I laughed, hoping I would be able to act normal for the rest of the evening.

During the entire ride home my mind was filled with thoughts about those texts I had received and how and when I would tell Rob. I knew it was going to scare him because it scared me and if I had it my way, I wouldn't tell him at all but I knew better. Plus, I would be needing to call the police station soon and hiding from him to do that wouldn't be easy.

We pulled up at his house and I looked out the car window at it finding myself wishing that we could stay there and never go back.