Mrs. Meyer still owns the charterers, but I own the idea.
This story will contain: Daddyward, Dom Carlsile, lots of BDSM, oh and Constructorward. Pictures can be found in my Facebook group (Addicted-to-romione-bedward Fanfiction) at Photos in the folder named after the story. You can find there the banner made by Falling Stars
A special thank you to harrytwifan for helping me with betaing this one.
While I'm at work the next day, Kate keeps asking of our plans for tonight.
At some point, I finally tell her about the show and her jaw hits the floor, saying something about not expecting that.
During lunch break, I get a text message from Bella telling me Jacob kidnapped her from work and they're headed out of town. She says at least five times "sorry", and that she had no idea Jake was planning this.
"Aw, man," I mumble, pushing my casserole away. I can't even eat.
"What's wrong?" Kate asks, worried.
"Bella can't stay with Kenna. Argh! What am I going to do?" I grab a fistful of my hair.
"Well, it is Valentine's Day," she points out, making me glare at her. "Isn't there anyone else to look after her?"
"Well, there's Rose. But I bet she ships her boy to the grandparents."
She looks sad, patting my arm. "You'll figure something out."
"Shoot!" I shout, realizing that if Bella's out of town, I have to pick Kenna. "I'll have to leave earlier."
"Don't worry. I'm not leaving until the boyfriend picks me up," Kate explains, giggling.
Problem is, I get swamped right when I have to leave. Between taking care of the new problems, I call Carlisle.
"Tell me you're not busy," I say as a greeting.
"I'm actually finished for today. Just talking with Esme."
"Good. Can you pick up Kenna? It's a long story, but Bella can't take care of her…and I can't leave just now," I tell him.
"Oh, then I better go now. I'll find someone to babysit her for a few hours. We can be alone on the weekend…when say…we take her to Emmett's?" I can hear the teasing in his voice.
"Sounds like a plan."
"Can we pick you up or we'll just meet at my house?"
"Yours. Call me when you get there. I have to go now."
We say goodbye before I get buried under papers. When I finally resurface, I find a man with a helmet under his arm, looking expectantly at me.
"Hello. Can I help you?" I ask, looking around for Kate. Why didn't she greet the customer?
"Is Kate here?" he asks, his face lighting up.
Oh.
It makes sense.
"She was here… Let me check the back," I tell him, getting up.
I'm stiff all over. I need a good massage. Maybe I can talk Carl into giving me one.
Kate's in the bathroom, doing her eyes in the mirror.
I knock on the door, making her trace a line wrong.
"Edward!" she moans, grabbing some makeup remover. "Garrett should be here any moment!"
Jeez. She's freaking out.
"If it helps…he's already here. But take your time. I'll keep him entertained," I joke.
She pales before slamming the door in my face. I can hear her mumbling something and making some weird sounds.
I know it's their first important holiday together, but she's crazy. I don't personally care much for this day, but it's nice to have a special occasion to show the one you love how much they mean to you.
Not like I don't show Carl every day how much I love him.
It seems like hours pass until Kate reemerges. I learn a lot about her boyfriend in the meanwhile. He owns a rock store, where he sells a lot of different stuff; from bracelets and shirts, to guitars or signed albums. I think it's cool.
Before she appears, someone enters the bank.
I thought I locked the door already, but before I can tell them it's closed, I see Carlisle with Kenna.
"Daddy!" She runs to me, jumping in my arms.
"I see she's the cutie Kate told me about," Garrett comments.
"Yeah. This is my daughter, Kenna. And this is my boyfriend, Carlisle," I introduce them. "Garrett, Kate's boyfriend." I gesture to him.
"Not for long," he whispers, patting his pocket.
If he hadn't done that, I'd have thought he was breaking her heart.
"So soon?" I ask.
"I really love her." He grins.
We all turn to look to the back door when it opens.
Whoa.
I barely recognize my friend—she has a nice dress, knee-high boots, a leather jacket, and her face and hair are done nicely. Not at all that Kate I know—the tomboy is all gone.
"Wow, you look nice, Miss Kate!" Kenna exclaims. "Can you make my hair pretty like that?"
"Of course, sweetie." Kate comes to kiss her cheeks before turning to Garrett. "Hi."
That's our cue to leave.
"See you tomorrow," I say over my shoulder as I grab Carl's hand and lead him out.
Once outside, I kiss him, hugging him with one arm.
"I found someone to take care of Kenna. We have to drive her there, then we have the night alone," he explains.
"Oh. Is it Esme?" I ask. "Are we driving separately?"
"You can leave your car here. I'll drop you off in the morning."
"Okay." We walk to his car. After strapping Kenna in the backseat, I close the door and turn to him. "So, who is it?"
"Not Esme." He winks. I cock my head, expecting an answer. "Alice—her music teacher. We know each other."
Of course. "I thought so."
His eyes widen. "That's right. You knew her!"
I nod, smiling.
"She offered to look after Kenna when she overheard me explaining that Bella was busy. It didn't take much for Kenna to say yes. Now, it's up to you if you trust her. I know Alice, and she's trustworthy," he says softly.
"I've come to know her considering Kenna loves her so much. So, of course, I trust her. But is she up to looking after Kenna overnight? I'm still not sure about leaving her…"
"If something happens, she has our numbers."
"Okay. Let's do this," I agree, leaning to kiss him lovingly.
I miss being alone with him.
Before, we used to find alone time more often, but maybe that was because our relationship was mostly based on sex.
When we arrive at Alice's apartment, she's extremely excited. Just like our Kenna.
She has various musical instruments, CDs, and music magazines scattered about. It looks like a tornado passed the place.
Carlisle reminds her she can call us whenever. We'll get Kenna first thing in the morning if everything goes accordingly to the plan.
Only when we're at the door, Kenna zooms to us, hugging both of us as best as she can, mumbling that she'll miss us. We hug and kiss her, promising to see her soon.
Then we head to Carlisle's house to shower, change our clothes, and go to the show.
The opera house is grand and scary.
I'm not ready to admit to Carlisle this is my first time in a place like this. I did once want to come with Jazz, but not for the opera. We had tickets at the theatre for Hamlet, but I got the flu, then Kenna, who was a baby back then, got it too, so obviously the tickets went to Bella.
Carlisle's telling me about his previous opera experiences, and I realize it's a good thing he hasn't seen this one yet.
We're dressed sharp—I don't even wear a tie at the bank, but I have one around my neck now.
I follow Carlisle's steps. Smiling and greeting people you don't know, checking our coats, taking the flyer with the acts and actors even if I don't want it, turning my phone on silent, sitting in my chair, and talking in hushed voices.
Seems easy.
Carl's whispering in my ear about his day and how he's getting a flock of new interns on Monday. I try hard not to laugh loudly, but a few chuckles escape.
"Not funny!" he hisses. "Out of the five I get, only one or two will be competent enough. Ungh."
"If it makes you feel better, Steve's driving me insane. He's the newbie, and Tanya thought it would be a great idea for me to supervise and help him."
The music starts and I snuggle into his side. Carlisle wraps his arm around me, taking my right hand and playing with my fingers while I press my cheek against his shoulder.
The ballet is outstanding. As for the music, there are no words. Divine.
I should have done this long ago.
What a truly a wonderful experience!
At the end, when everyone stands—it's a rush to hear the whole room clapping, to see the dancers bow and beam at us. I wonder how they feel to receive such ovations after every show.
Hand in hand, we make our way out, commenting about what we just witnessed.
"Have you thought of taking Kenna to kids' plays? At the theatre? They have decent shows," Carlisle tells me as we take our jackets.
"That's a good idea. She's old enough to understand."
"Right. Maybe next weekend?" he suggests.
"We'll have to see what shows are running."
"It's Pinocchio. I heard one of co-workers mention it," he explains.
"She'd enjoy it."
With that being settled, we go to the car. The entire drive home, the air between us changes, charging with desire.
I make an inhuman effort to keep my hands to myself until we reach his house—soon to be ours. We'll have to discuss how I'll help him, because I can't live with him without paying for something, not without a fight. But that's for later.
Once inside his house, we simply attack each other.
Hands, lips, teeth—everything.
We don't make it very far, just to the stairs, leaving a trail of clothes behind. They're not comfortable at all, but Carlisle's between my legs, tracing my cock with a finger while his lips are around my tip.
My hands find the edge of the stairs and his hair. He's making sounds as he goes down, down on my dick. I know he can take most of it, but he's past the part he used to stop.
"Ah!" I shout when I feel the back of his throat.
His eyes find mine through his half-closed lids, and it's all I can do to hold my release. I miss our sessions, if only for this thing—his orders to keep my release at bay.
His blue eyes widen when he feels me swell, then they narrow at me.
Shit.
That means we're playing.
I grin and think of anything that can help me.
The object of my distraction appears near my hand on the stair—Kenna's rat.
"Fuuuuck!" I shout, moving away, effectively making Carl stumble and land on his ass. "Sorry, baby." I shudder, pointing to the rat.
He rolls his eyes, but he doesn't look amused. He offers me his hand, pulling me up and guiding me to the couch. I hope it's safer.
What the fuck is that thing doing out of the cage?
How can it go down the stairs? It's small and fat.
"Press your chest against the back of the couch. I'll try not to make us topple over," Carl comments with a hint of amusement.
Ungh. What did I get myself into?
He's preparing me gently with such slow and deep strokes, and I'm ready to burst.
"Hold on tightly, sugar." I feel his lips on the back of my neck; his arms encircle my shoulders, anchoring us in case we have some incident…or accident. Then he pushes inside.
Fuck, so good.
I missed this sensation of burn, of being stretched so deliciously, taking his dick deep inside me.
"Ah, sugar. We really need to do this more often," he gasps against my neck when he's fully seated deep within me.
I wrap my fingers around his hand. "Yes. I love you," I whisper, turning my head, seeking his lips. We kiss for minutes on end, slow and sloppy, but as his thrusts become more powerful, his lips get more demanding, almost bruising.
His hold on me tightens with every push of his hips. I slump against the back of the couch, moaning loudly when he finds my sweet spot.
"Are you close, sugar?"
"Yes," I groan, pushing back against him, my eyes nearly crossing from the pleasure.
When one of his hands finds my dick, I explode, going hoarse. Carlisle's pace quickens even more. Only the sounds of skin slapping against skin can be heard in the room, until he finds his own release and collapses on top of me.
"Love you," he mumbles, squeezing me tightly to his chest.
We lay there spent, until we decide to go clean before a few hours of sleep.
Some well-deserved alone time. Right? :)