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Chapter 35: Cockblocking cat

BPOV

I was talking with Alice when my phone rang. Considering it was after midnight, I knew it was Edward. But why was he calling? He knew I was hunting.

Before I answered, I spared a glance to the ID caller. It was a number I didn't know.

"Hello?" I asked uncertainly.

"Bella, I hope I didn't wake you up, sweetie." Elizabeth.

Something was wrong with Edward. I shot up and whispered to Alice that I had to go.

"Hello, Lizzie. What happened?" I whispered, barely keeping the concern in my voice to show.

"Is Edward with you?"

"No…" I arrived at my house and slid in my car. I didn't want to explain the running part. "Isn't he home?"

She took a shuddering breath. "I was hoping he was with you."

"I'll be right there. I'm sure he's okay," I told her.

After hours of waiting, calling, worrying, he finally answered my phone call. He sounded as if I had woken him up. Where was he?

When he arrived at his house, I knew I should have allowed his mother to chide him, but I was the first out of the house, probably moving too fast. I was shouting, but I couldn't even control my voice. He had been with Leah and he wasn't even trying to deny it. I trusted him implicitly. It was her I didn't trust.

The kiss that sort of cut our fight short was better than anything else. I knew I had to prove him how much I trusted him, how much I loved him, how worried I'd been. So I kissed him like never before. I was going to regret it if my sharp teeth grazed his skin.

Elizabeth reminded him that she was upset. I wanted to leave and allow his parents to talk to him, but I knew he needed me there for moral support. If he had called me last night, I would have come and nothing like this would have happened.

I had never seen Ed angry, but he was red and a vein was pulsing against his forehead when we got inside. They were both shouting and when they were done scolding him about last night, they started to talk about college – what had started the whole mess.

Suddenly, Edward had sprung up. "If you went to college right after high school – well done!" He applauded. "I want a year off, a break from studying and all that crap!"

Ed emitted a sound close to a growl. "Do enlighten me how are you going to live? Because, son, I surely won't help. Not when you decide to rebel on me!"

"I don't need your help! And wasn't it last night when you said you'll help me?" Edward snapped.

"Not when you are throwing your life away!" his dad shouted. His eyes locked on mine. "What about you, Bella?"

I opened my mouth, but I had no idea what to tell him so I closed it back.

He'll have time for college?

Edward wouldn't be able to go to college because he might kill his classmates?

We couldn't explain it.

I understood Edward. And just like him, I wanted to tell them. I wanted them to understand.

"We'll find jobs. Something small until next fall," I whispered, finally.

"Hmph!" Ed slumped back on his armchair. "Are you even mature enough to marry?" he asked after a few minutes.

"DAD!" Edward shouted, fisting his hands. "I can make my own decisions!"

"Can you? Do you realize that you aren't even eighteen? Your mother and I have a say in everything you do."

"Not for long," Edward muttered under his breath.

I leaned forward and caught his hand, tugging him back to the couch. He obeyed and sat down, heaving a sigh.

Elizabeth came to sit on his other side. "I'm not saying you aren't ready to start a new chapter of your life." Edward snorted and I squeezed his hand to keep him focused on his mother. "But, honey, your father is right. I'm sure you'll like to live alone with Bella. What job can do that? You're both just out of high school."

"Mom, would you stop worrying? We'll be fine!" he groaned.

"I can't stop worrying, sweetie. You're my baby boy." She caressed his cheek with tenderness. I looked away. Ed caught my eye and whatever he saw in my eyes made him sigh in resignation. He glanced at his wife and son then back at me.

"Fine! Fine! Be as it may!" He got up and went to the kitchen.

Edward turned his red face to me so fast I thought he'd get a crick, his green eyes wide. I shrugged, smiling. I had no idea what I did, but somehow, I made his father cave.

His stomach decided it was time to be fed and growled loudly. Edward's already red face turned even redder, his eyes closing as he cringed.

"Oh, goodness! You must be starving. You didn't eat anything last night!" His mother fretted.

"Wonder why." I heard Edward mumbling.

"I'll go start breakfast. You must be hungry, too." She looked at me.

I shook my head. "No, thank you."

"Oh, don't be like this, sweetie. I'll make you both some omelet." She disappeared from the room before I could protest.

"Can you eat two omelets?" I whispered.

"I'd eat an elephant."

"I haven't tried it," I said, giggling.

His eyes met mine, surprised. Then we both started laughing.

"Sooo," he mumbled once we stopped laughing. "Last night… I'm really sorry."

I patted his knee. "It's okay. I overreacted a bit."

"Just a bit?" he asked incredulously.

I shoved his shoulder lightly. "Don't be difficult."

*AtY*

As the end of April approached, Alice and Elizabeth started fussing around us about the weeding. I granted them total control, in the end. They knew what they were doing, they were both married. Edward and I only had to work over the guest list.

Dress fitting – that was torturous. Alice designed it, and Elizabeth knew someone and so my dress was made. It was perfect – just like the one I would have worn in my time. Words escaped me when I first saw the drawing. Alice took it the worst and said she'd rectify it, already mumbling about what she should add or cut. I was flying my hands around, trying to make a sound and tell her how much I loved it. Finally, I managed to snap her out of it when I grasped her shoulder and hugged her tightly, kissing her soundly. Edward had taken that moment to check on us. His eyes darkened when he saw our position.

"Should I worry?" he had asked, shifting slightly.

I shook my head, still unable to talk. Alice snapped out of her shock and wiped her lips, glaring at me.

"Get out of here, kid! You aren't allowed to see the dress!" she had screeched, looking at Edward.

He had looked between us and shrugged then backed away with his arms up. Alice had made me promise I'd never kiss her again. I agreed, knowing it had been the only way to make her see how I felt for the dress.

The tailor was a woman around Elizabeth's age. She was very careful, but unfortunately, her finger slipped. I saw the movement, but didn't make the connection right away. I was busy arguing with Alice about flowers.

"Oh, goodness! Did I hurt you, sweetheart?"

My eyes widened and I glanced at her through the mirror. "Uh, no. I'm good."

It was awkward. She looked weird at my clean skin then shrugged. It should have been bloody. A phone rang somewhere and she excused herself.

Alice quickly changed the needle that should have hurt me. It was twisted.

"How did it go?" Edward asked me. We met at the only café Forks had after my dress fitting.

"Good?" I shrugged.

"I'm sure it was better than my day," he grumbled, touching a finger to the hot mug in front of him. "I had to listen to everyone whine about something. If it was possible, I'd have gone tux fitting alone."

"What happened?" I asked, curiously. I put my hand over his bouncing knee.

"Where should I start?" he groaned, exasperated. "Emmett kept saying 'ouch' every ten seconds, Jasper was trying to lighten the mood – so much that I ended up rolling around from laughing, Jake was being the dumbass you know he is."

"Sounds…"

"Best time ever, huh?" Edward nudged me with his shoulder. He'd end up with a bruise if he did it again. "Were the bridesmaids behaving?"

I shot him an equally exasperated look. "It will take me all day and night to tell you," I laughed.

He chuckled and sighed heavily. "Give me one good reason why we aren't wasting gas for a trip to Vegas," he said seriously, sipping from his cappuccino.

"You want your parents to be there, Edward."

"I'm starting to regret the whole thing. We could send them pictures?"

"Don't forget that we have to live with Alice for the rest of forever. She'd never forgive us if we eloped."

His forehead banged against the table. "Fuck." I heard him swearing under his breath.

"Change of subject," I declared. He didn't move. "Do you want to go to the movies?"

"Not today. Not this week," he corrected himself.

"Why not? There's an interesting one."

"Some of us are still human!" Edward hissed. His cheeks turned red when a middle aged man turned his head to us. Thankfully, he lost interest quickly. "I wonder what he's thinking," Edward mused.

"Probably that we're weird teenagers." I shrugged. "You want to start studying this week?"

"Yes, Bella. June is around the corner. If I could, I'd altogether skip finals."

"You'll find it easy, soon enough," I reassured him as he took a sip from his drink.

We lapsed in comfortable silence. Edward's gaze was trained on his mug and mine on his face. Suddenly, he looked up.

"Want to start that list?" he offered off-handedly. "Guest list. Wedding," he added when I kept staring at him.

"Oh, sure." I nodded.

I asked the waitress for a pen and she gave me one, along with a look that said 'the bookstore is around the corner.' I took a napkin and tested the pen on the edge. It worked.

"So?" I looked up at Edward, expectantly.

"What? Me?" he asked, shocked.

"Well, you were here before," I pointed out. "You had years to make friends. I know who I invite."

"Ben," he mumbled under his breath.

I wrote the name and waited for the next, pen in the air. Nothing followed. I glanced at Edward, and he was concentrating on the contents of his mug.

"I'm not a social person, okay?" he hissed, not looking at me.

"I think I know that. What about we invite our class mates?"

"You said you wanted something small. Ben and Angela won't come alone. They'll bring their parents. Already too many people."

I added Angela's name to the list and made an accolade over their names, adding plus family.

"La Push friends?" I asked.

"Implicitly. Jake's Dad and Leah's family," Edward told me as if it was obvious. "Besides our bridesmaid and best man's families," I mocked him, poking him with the pen.

"Ow," he said half-heartedly, rubbing his bicep absently. "Sam? Quill? Embry? I don't know, Bella."

"Okay. La Push gang." I scribbled away as he looked out the window.

"Is it so sad that I won't miss anyone besides my parents and a few others?" His tone was detached.

"I have no idea how many friends a seventeen year old should have."

"I'm serious."

"So am I," I insisted. I wished I could help him. In any way.

I added Peter and Charlotte to the list, but I'd have to think about it. And I'd have to ask the Cullens about their friends in Denali.

On our way to Edward's house he told me about Easter plans, starting defensively.

"You don't have to come, but Mom sort of… she made me bug you to come for Easter this year." His whole face and neck were red.

"Would she believe if you tell her I already made plans with the Cullens?"

"Why don't you tell her that? I'm sick of being the messenger… She should have told you this, but no, she thinks I can manipulate you into coming," he muttered.

"Well, you could if you wanted. I can't say no to you."

His lips twitched up. "And if I don't want you to come?" he challenged me.

"I'd demand an answer."

He parked the car in front of his house. "It's enough you stay for dinner sometimes. I don't want you there, where you'd obviously be uncomfortable. Food, dogs…"

I laughed at his concern. "I'm getting used to the dog stench since I have to endure a few hours every few days around Leah."

"Suit yourself." He shrugged, walking to the front door.

I giggled, following him and wrapping my arm around his waist. "It will be okay, I'm sure. I want to spend time with your family."

He snorted, unlocking the door. "Of course you do! It's like you're her daughter not me!"

"Are you a girl?" I teased him, toeing off my shoes.

"You know what I mean. Did she tell you she wasn't coming home?" he asked, just realizing he unlocked the door.

"You're so distracted," I mock chided him, pushing his back against the wall. Edward groaned when his head collided with the wall.

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"Not yet."

He rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around me, tilting his head to kiss me. We switched positions, and he was humping my stomach, moaning, when the front door opened. I opened my eyes in time to see the newspaper hitting the back of his head as Elizabeth came inside.

"What is it with everyone today?" Edward mumbled, rubbing the nape of his neck.

"You can have more dessert," his mom told me. I tried hard not to laugh at Edward's expression.

"Thank you." I grinned.

"Anytime, sweetie. Just tell me if he molests you again."

"I'm going to need a stack of blank papers."

"Hey!" Edward shouted, glaring at us. "What am I, chopped meat?"

"Did you hear anything?" Elizabeth asked me, ignoring her son. He turned red, annoyed.

"Must have been Ginger," I said thoughtfully.

"BELLA!" he shouted, his voice rising so high, birds understood him better.

"Definitely the cat," I said, my voice muffled by his hand that suddenly came over my mouth.

Elizabeth wacked the newspaper over his ass. "Do something productive, Edward. Clean your room."

"It's clean," he complained, still glaring at me.

Soon enough, he was exiled to his room while I was in the kitchen, helping her with dinner.

"Did you two get lost on the way back home?" she asked knowingly. I was happy I couldn't blush. Besides, wasn't she the one coming after us?

"We stopped at the café. Wrote the guest list." I beamed.

She stopped cutting the carrot, her eyes tearing up. "Oh, Bella! It's real, isn't it? You're going to steal him away?"

I looked down at the chicken leg in my hand. If she only knew how true her words were. I didn't have the heart to promise her she'd see him again. It was a lie. A huge, fat lie.

"Stay fucking put!" I heard Edward yell from upstairs. There was a loud thump. It couldn't have been the cat.

"Go, see if he's still alive," she told me softly, shaking her head.

I washed my hands and on my way out of the kitchen, I stopped in the doorway. She looked at me curiously.

"You're still going to be his mother. He'll still love you. No matter what."

A tear slipped from her eye. "I know, Bella. And I trust you to take care of him."

I smiled and nodded.

"Stupid! Idiotic thing!" Edward's outburst made me really curious. What was he doing?

I slipped away and rushed up the stairs when Elizabeth couldn't see me. I opened his door and found a bunch of useless crap in the middle of his room. He was cleaning his desk. I closed the door behind me, as softly as I could so not to disturb him and then jumped on top of the desk.

"Shit!" His heart took off.

"What? You cleaned the desk. I thought it was for me," I said innocently.

His green eyes darkened and he came to stand between my legs. "Missed you." His nose nudged my earlobe as he breathed there. His hands trailed up and down my thighs and since I was on the edge of the desk, his bulge was rubbing against the spot between my legs.

"What about cleaning the room?" I whispered, running my hands through his hair.

"Fuck it."

"What got you angry earlier?" I asked, moving my hands over his shirt and stopping at his belt.

"That stupid cat thought I was playing and started moving stuff around my desk until the books fell. On my foot." That must have been the thump. "And then I decided to clean it. And the door of the desk won't stay closed without stuff inside."

I kissed him, shutting him up. He was happy to kiss me back. I was aware of the door being unlocked and his mother being downstairs.

Edward took my shirt off and threw it behind him. His head went down to say 'hello' to my breasts. That could take a while. He loved them and surely, they loved him right back for the attention. I worked on his belt, taking it out of the loops and throwing it away. A loud and long mewl followed the thump of the belt buckle hitting something.

"Holy shit!" I moaned, panicked. "Wait. I think I hit the cat."

Edward groaned and turned around. Sure enough, Ginger was licking his back, his small tail twitching angrily. I jumped off the desk and went to him. He tried to claw my finger off. When he saw that nothing happened, he hissed, trying to scare me.

"Don't be silly." I picked him up, inspecting his back carefully. There was a scratch surely, but not deep enough to draw blood. I felt awful for not being careful.

"Are you done codling the cat?"

"Edward, I really hurt him," I hissed at him. "Can you think with your big head for just a second?"

"I am." He smirked.

"Figures. That's why you say such stupid things. The head on your shoulders is smaller than the dick's head."

He laughed, but sobered up quickly when he saw I wasn't amused. "Is he really injured?" he asked worried, coming to me.

Ginger realized I was sorry for hurting him and was now nestled in my palm, still licking the wound. Edward put his finger on the small wound and earned a claw on his cheek.

I slapped him lightly. "Do you realize it hurts him?"

"But I wanted to see…"

"How would you feel if I stuck my finger in your cheek now?" I challenged him, stroking the cat's head.

"Point taken," Edward mumbled. "I just wanted to see how hurt he was."

"Let's take him to the doctor. You aren't a vet."

Edward picked up his belt and Ginger cowered in my hand. Crap. The poor thing was really shaken. Once Edward was dressed, I thrust the cat in his hands and shrugged my shirt on. I picked up the carrying cage and put Ginger there.

We explained to Elizabeth that Ginger was in the wrong place at the wrong time while we were cleaning. She didn't believe us considering we looked like we had been making out. Edward's hair was sticking in every direction and his lips were swollen.

The drive to the clinic was full of Edward muttering about the cockblocking cat.

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