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"Happy Birthday, Honey!" Carmen squealed, pinching Edward's cheek and hugging him tightly. "Aren't you handsome?" She gushed, straightening the collar of the green dress shirt he wore. I don't know how she focused on that shirt when his ass looked so great in the slacks.
Well… besides the whole aunt thing…
"Thanks, Carm." He said as they pulled away. Eleazar handed me a large wrapped canvas that was up to my waist and at least four feet in width.
"I'm sorry." He said as he gave it to me. I laughed and hugged him before being attacked by Carmen; she wore a knee length floral dress with a shawl that was currently trying to choke the shit out of me.
"Hey, Carmen." She kissed my cheek. Eleazar and Edward half hugged in front of me and Eleazar started pulling his tie off.
"Car, I told you a tie would be too much. No one else is wearing a tie…" He frowned, Carmen merely shook her head and other wise ignored him.
"Aww, I've missed you all." She pouted and hugged me tightly, only letting go when she caught sight of one of the kids. I put the canvas in the dining room, going back to the door when Emmett and Rosalie pulled up into the driveway. Eleazar and Carmen pulled Edward into the living room as I welcomed in the newcomers.
"Hey, where's Jared?" Emmett handed me a gift bag and Rose gave me a glare. Apparently Jared had told them about what he had seen the other day and his new parents weren't too happy about that. Well, Em said it was like familial initiation for him to see Edward and I together. But Rose, who's never walked in on us- thank goodness- was a little more than upset.
She said that she has woken up to him washing him sheets more than once in the middle of the night. Apparently he's been wetting the bed from nightmares. Em is more sensible and told me that he's obviously having wet dreams about his real life porn star aunt.
Ugh…
"He's spending the night with his mother." I lifted an eyebrow. "Marcus is out of town on business, we checked." Emmett said. "Where is your army?" He asked throwing an arm over my shoulders and kissing my forehead. I was relieved to see that my shoulder had healed enough to the point where his arm touching it didn't hurt.
"I have no clue. I think the boys may be in the backyard? They've all pissed each other off though, so who knows." He nodded and went off to find Edward.
"Hey, Rose." She jerked her chin at me before turning and strutting after Emmett. I furrowed my eyebrows as I watched her walk off.
"Hewwo, Aunty Bewwa." Bowie's voice strained to deepen. I felt fabric wrap around my legs and I looked down to see the golden retriever version of Olivia's Cuddle uppet staring up at me.
Oh hell no.
"I love you!" The dog said, attached to Bowies hand, I jumped out of his grasp.
"Hey, Bowie." I said from about three feet away from him. The last thing I needed in my life was another fucking cuddle uppet thing.
"Happy Birthday, Uncle Edward!" He screamed down the foyer before coming towards me and whispering, "What is he? Like fifty five?" I furrowed my eyebrow, cocking my head to the side.
"He's thirty eight."
"Close enough." He said, using the dog to mime his words.
Ugh…
"Where's Olivia?"
"Where are your parents?" I countered.
"They aren't here."
"Oh yeah?" I lifted an eyebrow. "How'd you get down here then, Bow?"
"I rode Laquantisha Rum here." My eyes widened as he petted the dog lovingly.
"Laquantisha Rum?"
"Daddy helped me come up with it." He grinned, tugging at the collar of his dress shirt in annoyance.
Of course he did.
"He said Broken Condom wasn't nice."
I gasped, "Do you know what that means?" I asked giving him a horrified stare. "Where would you get that from?"
"No. But Mommy said that's who I owe my life to. So I thought it'd be even better if I named Laquantisha that." I patted his head and shook mine. "Daddy was worried about the police taking me away though, so he helped me name it."
Poor kid.
Alice and Jasper arrived at the door just as little Bowie had ran off. It was obvious that they had been arguing because they both had their noses upturned and were scowling.
"Well if it isn't the happy couple." I deadpanned. Alice pushed a box into my hands and hugged me, when I went to hug Jasper she snatched me into the kitchen. "Everyone's in the family room Jazz." I called over my shoulder.
"They should make baby friendly alcohol." She groaned, before raiding my refrigerator.
"Hmm, that sounds like a good idea." I said sarcastically. "You got Bowie a cuddle uppet?"
"He liked Olivia's a lot and he's been very good these past two weeks so, yeah." She shrugged and I heard keys jingling. I turned to see Edward holding the car keys up, looking at us expectantly. Everyone else impatiently stood behind him, looking like we were the biggest inconvenience in the world.
Happy campers…
"Don't you all look nice!" Alice smiled, everyone accept Carmen, Rose and Olivia rolled their eyes. Tony looked like he wanted to go Jack the Ripper on her ass.
Edward sighed, "Our reservation is for seven." I looked at the clock, which read eight forty five.
"Okay, we'll be out in a second." He nodded before going into the garage, those that brought their own cars filed out of the doorway. "Let's put on happy faces and get through dinner okay?" Alice gave me a bright, fake smile and stood as Jasper entered the room.
"Are we going to take the gifts?" She asked, eyeing the table in the dining room.
"I think we're coming back after dinner so we'll open them then." They nodded and we all went out to meet up with the rest of the family. I got into the car with Edward and the twins, Seth and Ellie chose to ride with Em.
"Who picked Bella Italia?" Edward asked as we pulled up in front of the restaurant. I panicked slightly, because he'd told us he didn't care where we went, and it would suck if we picked a place we hated for his birthday. Not that he'd ever mentioned not liking Bella Italia…
"Why? Do you want to go somewhere else?" After a little research Em and I had found that Robert, Edward's father, was part Italian. So we decided to embrace Edward's undiscovered cultural side. We had also decided to keep the whole Italian thing from him, because we knew his feelings about his father.
"No," He gave me a confused glance as he parked the car. "I was just wondering."
"Mommy picked it." Olivia said, leaning forward and sticking the pink dog in our faces. "Cause you're Italian." I tried to casually lean away from the thing, but Edward still saw me and laughed.
"Thanks for the thought, Baby… but I'm not Italian." I bit my lip. "Where would you get that from?"
"Your Daddy." Olivia said again. I frowned, wondering where O had heard about this.
"My father? Robert?" His expression was unreadable and all I could do was hope he wasn't upset. "You went and spoke to Robert?"
"Of course not." I waved him off. "We file stalked him." He shrugged and opened his door.
"Okay." I narrowed my eyes in confusion and he opened the door next to Tony, pulling the little boy out.
"Okay?" I asked stepping out and getting Olivia.
He nodded and shrugged again. "Okay."
"Okay." Olivia squealed shaking her fists excitedly. "I win!"
Tony pursed his lips, "Okay." I rolled my eyes and Edward laughed, ruffling his hair. Olivia pouted and angrily grabbed my hand so that we could cross the street.
Watch out we've got a badass over here.
"Where did you hear about Daddy's dad?" We had kind of refused to refer to him as grandpa, due to Edward's requests.
"He tells all." She said holding up the cuddle uppet, stroking the curly hair.
Okay, people were just pulling that shit from behind their backs now.
"We should probably put that back in the car, honey."
"No thank you." She smiled before skipping ahead and grabbing Edward's hand.
"You're going to love what we got Edward." Jasper said as he and Alice fell into step on both sides of me.
"What'd you get him?"
"You'll see."
"We should have tried to get him a refund on that crib." Jasper shook his head and shrugged at his wife.
"That place was shut down. They're long gone."
"It was a week ago." I said furrowing my eyebrows. "I swear if there are bags of cocaine hidden in the mattresses I'm going to kill you."
"Can I get a signed statement that you said that? There's a high chance that your kids are sleeping on cocaine and if I do, by chance, end up mysteriously dead, I'd like to have you taken out of my will." I smacked his arm and he shrugged. "Honesty is the best policy."
"Don't believe the hype." Emmett chuckled as he, Rose, and the kids met up with us. "If that were true Rose wouldn't want Bella's head for a throw pillow."
I huffed, "Really, Rose? Isn't it bad enough-" Emmett sent a pointed glance towards Ellie and Seth and I shut up.
"You can talk about these things later…" Rose said rolling her eyes before going through the door that Edward held open.
"Okay."
"Masen, party of twelve. We have reservations for seven." Edward told the concierge, she nodded, welcomed us and showed our large group to a set of tables that were brought together. We all quickly took our seats; Alice pulled me down in the chair next to her, growling when I went to protest.
"You get to sit next to Edward every fucking day-" A couple at the table that backed up to us turned with horrified looks as Ali 'whispered' to me. "It's his birthday and we're all here to celebrate him. You can let his aunt sit with him. You'll be fine with me." I sat on the opposite side furthest from where Edward sat.
"Fine, fine, chill the fuck out." I sighed, straightening my chair up as Rosalie pulled out the chair on the very end of the table next to where I was. Bowie and Jasper sat across from Alice and me, Em across from Rosalie.
Well if I didn't get the best fucking seat…
A hormonal bitch on one hand and Alice on the other.
They sent three waiters around the table to gather orders; we ended up getting the younger mildly attractive flirt down at our end. The kid was charismatic and pissed Alice, Em and Jazz off. Despite what the other three must have assumed, Rose and I only paid the waiter enough attention to get our orders over with.
"I'll have the Mushroom Ravioli." I said to him, handing him my menu, he sent me a cute smile.
"Yes, Ma'am. With pleasure." Alice glared up at him from her seat and I elbowed her when he moved on to Rose.
"What is your issue?"
"He didn't flirt with me!" I lifted an eyebrow and Jasper shook his head.
"Maybe he just likes taller people…" I shrugged, looking down at her.
"You two aren't tall. You're giants, you're probably taller than him!" She scowled.
"I'm not even six feet Alice, that's not-"
"I'm not five' five. So you just shut the fuck up. Not six feet my ass. What are you? Five' twelve?"
"Five ten."
"Yeah, that's what I thought." She rolled her eyes and picked up her grape juice. She sent a sketchy glance over her shoulders before pulling out a packet and dumping it into her grape juice.
If this bitch just roofied herself…
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I asked, pulling her glass away from her. "What is that stuff?"
"Citric Acid, makes things taste sour." She said wrinkling her nose at me before pulling her glass to her lips and taking a sip. Her lips puckered and Jazz rolled his eyes.
"She says it makes things taste more like alcohol." He sighed.
I turned to Alice, "You're such an alcoholic."
She frowned, "And you're a whore. A tall whore." The woman from the table backing us turned again and her boyfriend spoke up.
"Excuse me, could you watch your language, please? We're trying to keep things appropriate over here."
"Are you a cop?" Alice asked, I put my hand on her shoulder and turned.
"Yeah, I'm sorry. She's a little cranky and pregnant." I attempted to explain, Alice scoffed at my side.
"Appropriate my ass. You've just got a stick up your ass because she fucked your brother." Their jaws dropped and I smacked her shoulder.
Of all the things she could have said…
"You're going to get us kicked out. Shut up." I groaned. "It's Edward's birthday," I said slowly. "We don't want to get him in trouble."
"It's the fucking waiters fault." I rolled my eyes, knowing exactly what it would take to shut her mean ass up. I pushed my chair away from the table, grabbing my purse.
"I'm going to the bathroom." Alice rolled her eyes and I took off towards the stacks of wine displayed on shelves. I grabbed our waiter and pulled him behind a shelf of an extremely expensive wine.
"Can I help you?" He asked lifting a sultry eyebrow as he eyed the cleavage shown over my top.
"Yes, I need you-" I reached into my purse, and pulled out a twenty before lifting his hand. "To go complement my friend. The one on the right of me." I didn't quite understand why Alice was so distraught over the boy, he looked like he was just barely twenty one, a little young for my tastes…
But to each their own.
"Thanks. If you ever need a compliment just tell me. You I don't need a payment for." I ignored him and pushed the money into his curled hand when he nodded. The waiter and I walked to the table together and he made sure everyone was doing well before sending Alice a very obvious compliment, accompanied by a wink. She giggled like a school girl and her mood immediately improved.
Jasper mouthed, "Thanks." to me and I nodded before waving it off.
I jumped as the hair on my shoulder shifted, "Pst!"
I turned to see Tony grinning at me, "Daddy wants'a know why you and the waiter went away. He also wants'a know why you aren't sitting together." Alice's eyes darkened as he mentioned the waiter.
"You went with the waiter?" She asked.
"Of course not…" I turned to Tony, "Tell Daddy I said don't worry about it and I'm sorry about the seats." He nodded and went back to his seat next to his father. Edward listened to Tony speak for a second, his eyes flashing to mine in annoyance. I shrugged, gesturing to Alice who glared at me. The annoyance in Edward's eyes faded to need as he reached down to pick up his phone.
"Edward, what's wrong?" Carmen asked leaning forward and laying her hand over his. He shook his head and made some excuse before standing and leaving the restaurant with his phone to his ear.
Damn it, of all times…
"What's wrong?" Alice asked, studying my face.
"I'll explain later." I pushed my chair away from the table, standing and following Edward outside. I easily followed his voice from the door to where he was pacing, at the side of the building.
"I told you not to call me anymore." He sighed into the receiver. His hand shot into his hair and his jaw ticked. "You missed thirty years' worth of Happy Birthday's; I really don't need one now." For an unknown reason to us, Robert, Edward's father, had been calling him on every birthday, and Christmas, since we had him locked away. It did nothing but piss Edward off, and put him in a mood, without fail, every year.
"Please, as a gift to me. Just stop calling."
I reached out and grabbed Edward's hand, stopping his pacing.
He lifted an eyebrow as I took his hand. "Don't look at me like that." I chided.
'Not you.' He mouthed, letting go of my hand and wrapping his arm around my waist. He pulled me in close and I hugged his waist supportively.
"You're not able to be bailed out. Not that I would if I could bail you out." Robert talked some more and Edward scoffed, hanging up the phone and handing it to me.
"I don't even want to deal with him anymore." I took it and slid it into my bra for lack of better safe keeping.
"Never have I wished I were a phone more than I do right now."
"Here," I pulled him into a hug and pulled his head down against my cleavage. "Better?"
He pouted, "No. Maybe we should go somewhere else for a while ... so I can get more contact." I rolled my eyes and jumped when he squeezed my boob.
I chuckled pushing his hand down, and pulling away so that I could see his face. "Seriously, are you okay?"
"I'm- I just need a drink." He said obviously upset.
I nodded, and kissed his cheek. "I'll order a bottle of wine."
"Okay, thanks." He sighed grabbing my hand as we went towards the door. "I fucking hate when he calls."
"I know, baby. Me too." Robert was lucky he was locked up or I'd be kicking his ass as we speak.
He let go of my hand as we reached the table. Rosalie sent me a dirty look when I took a seat next to her.
"I don't want to hear it." I groaned.
"Is something wrong?" Emmett asked looking down the table where Edward was talking to Carmen, they were most likely discussing Robert.
"Uh," I cast a glance down the table and bit my cheek. "Robert called." Alice gasped from next to me and her face crumbled.
"That's so sad…" She said as tears began to stream down her face.
Shit, shit, shit, shit…
"Who's Robert?" Rose asked, twirling some noodles around her fork.
"Edward's father." Her eyes widened and I nodded.
Emmett winced, "Good luck with your birthdays plans after that shit…"
"What?" Carmen hissed in a failed attempt to keep her voice down. "You're still talking to him after all of the crap he put my sister through?"
"Carmen, of course not. You aren't listening-" All eyes were on Edward and Carmen as they went back and forth. Carm had tears in her eyes and Edward looked heartbroken as his aunt stood and stormed away from the table.
Alice tugged on the ends of her hair, "I can't… I'm sorry." She started to take on a green hue before pushing her chair away from the table and darting for the bathroom.
"Must be the stress." Jasper sighed before taking off after his wife.
The attention was back down the table as Eleazar stood and looked after his wife, conflicted. "I'm sorry, Edward. You know how she is about Elizabeth."
"I'd say I knew a little something about that, yes." Edward sighed giving Eleazar another half hug. Eleazar whispered something into his ear and passed a credit card to Edward; before making his way around the table for his goodbyes.
"I'm paying for dinner as an apology; for our bailing as well as that absolutely horrible gift Carmen chose. I'm sorry, make sure Edward's not too... upset about it." I nodded and stood to properly hug him good-bye.
"Thanks, Eleazar. You know you don't have to-" He chuckled and shushed me before continuing around the table.
A little hand wrapped itself in my dress, tugging on the loose fabric. "Is it over, Mommy?" I frowned, looking back to Edward who collapsed back into his chair.
"Yeah, buddy." Emmett answered for me, standing. "It's over, you go say Happy Birthday to your dad again before we leave." Tony left my side and went towards Edward just as Alice and Jasper returned.
"I'm sorry, B. We're going to have to-" I waved him off.
"Yeah… no. I completely understand." I said nodding because I really did understand. The baby and Alice come first, no question. I kissed Alice's forehead and Jasper's cheek in goodbye.
"Feel better, honey." I said to Alice before she and Jazz left the restaurant. I was quickly pulled into a tight hug by Rosalie.
"I'm sorry, for being a bitch." My eyes widened at her apology. "And I'm so sorry that this all went to shit." That it did. Nothing that I've experienced has ever gotten so shitty that a party of a dozen people felt the need to leave before.
I wanted to curl up with Edward and cry.
And that's not something I feel the need to do very often. The crying part… I've often found myself wanting to curl up with Edward… preferably naked.
But I digress.
"You want to give me your keys, so I can get the twins car seats and their suitcases?" I nodded and Edward stood from his suddenly empty side of the table.
"Yeah, I'll help you with that." Emmett nodded and the two of them left, leaving Rose and I to take care of the bill, which Eleazar footed. Rosalie hugged and apologized to me once more before letting me say my goodbye's to the kids.
"Mommy, I don't want to leave Daddy when he's sad. It's his birthday, he shouldn't be sad." I smiled, cupping her little cheek and kissing her forehead.
"I'll try and cheer him up, just for you, okay?" She nodded with a happy smile. "Have fun with Uncle Em and Aunt Rose, I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too, Mommy." She hugged me tightly before turning and running towards the rest of her siblings, who I'd spoken to only a few minutes earlier.
"Well dinners all paid for and I'm almost positive the owners are counting the seconds until we leave." I nodded and what was left of our group shuffled out of the restaurant. As soon as the doors closed there was a commotion from inside.
"Is that applause?" Ellie asked, laughing as we headed towards the cars.
Seth chuckled along with her. "Probably, we gave them a show. The least they could do is clap."
"We were probably just explained as Dinnertime Theater." Rose said, opening the doors to Emmett's Escalade and helping the twins into the pre-buckled-in car seats.
"What are you and Daddy going to do, Mommy?" Tony asked curiously as he stared down at his hands, doing the buckles on his car seat. "You know, while we're all gone."
"I'm probably going to give Daddy a big birthday hug and kiss-" Every face in the vehicles scrunched up, including Emmett who sat in the driver's seat. "Then we'll probably take a nap." I said, ignoring Em's immature giggles from the front seat.
"Well…. That sounds fun." Tony said, sarcasm oozing through his tone.
"Yep, you all have fun with Uncle Em and Aunt Rose." I repeated what I'd said earlier before waving my final goodbye. I thanked Em and Rose for taking the kids overnight and headed back to my own car. Edward sat drumming his fingers on the wheel, his brow furrowed as he thought.
I quietly slid into the passenger seat and laid a hand on his thigh as he started up the car. The entire ride home was silent and heavy, as we sat together yet in our own worlds. On the walk up to the door, I grabbed Edward's hand, lacing my fingers through his.
"I'm sure Carmen will be alright, honey." He bit his lip and nodded, his lack of eye contact telling me he didn't actually believe me. "She was probably just overwhelmed." He nodded, heading straight into the living room and sitting on the couch, pulling me into his lap.
"I hope you're right. I just… I can't believe she'd think I was willingly staying in contact with that asshole. I'm done with that though, I just want to forget." He said dropping his head against my shoulder.
"I think I've got the perfect solution to that." I said excitedly, happy that I'd finally be able to show him his birthday gift from me. "Give me thirty minutes and then come up to our room, okay?" He shrugged and nodded, receiving a chaste kiss on the lips before I darted towards our room.
Twenty eight minutes later I held a lighter over a candle, biting my lip as I debated with myself.
Would candles make a difference?
He wouldn't care…
But he wouldn't feel-
I looked in the mirror and frowned at myself.
After the dinner we just had Edward wouldn't give a fuck about a candle.
"He's getting laid. That's all that matters." I rolled my eyes and pulled open the top drawer of the dresser, throwing in the lighter. There was a thump from downstairs and I jumped, reapplying lip gloss and fluffing my hair. I turned and leaned up against the dresser, propping my foot up against the footboard of our bed.
I tossed my hair and looked over my shoulder, into the mirror.
I looked ridiculous.
Really? What was I going to do? Let him walk in and deepen my voice and growl. "Hello big boy."
Oh definitely.
Fucking stupid.
One of his shirts was unbuttoned, my blue lace bra and panties on full display.
I headed over to the bed, laying across the pillows and spreading my legs. I growled at myself, I looked like a wanna-be prostitute having her mid-life crisis.
"Fuck…" I sat up and fluffed my hair again, leaving the room. I checked my watch, he was ten minutes late.
Where was he?
I peeked around the hallway, on impulse.
"Edward…?" There was a crash from the kitchen and I shook my head. If some work related shit was going on in that kitchen during my sexy-time night I was going to kill a bitch. "Edward?" I took the steps quietly and snuck into the dining room, grabbing a nearby, stray, butter knife.
Since the kids apparently didn't know we owned a drawer.
What I saw when I reached the kitchen half gave me an aneurism. The knife fell from my hands and I was seriously about to kick some fucking ass.
"Edward!" He picked up his head and smiled lazily at me.
"Oh hey Baby." His voice cracked and I rested my hands on my hips. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, a tie haphazardly slung around his neck. I furrowed my eyebrows at the tie, because he hadn't worn one today.
He picked up the bottle of wine that I'd gotten for us to share tonight and drained what was apparently the last of it.
I shook my head and took a deep calming breath. Which was more on the shallow side and pissed the fuck off. There was another bottle right by the wine bottle he'd just re-set on the table. I picked up the smaller bottle and read the label. I gasped, only an inch from cracking him in the head with the bottle. I knew he was upset but damn it!
"Tequila, Edward?" I shook it to find that, it too, was empty. "Really?"
"Damn, beautiful." He laughed heartily, throwing his head back and everything. "You really are scary sometimes." He picked up the empty tequila bottle and shook it, before attempting to look into it. "You should try out for one of those… you know…" He slurred dropping the bottle, I quickly caught it though. Because keeping his drunk ass off of the broken glass would turn into a disaster.
"I'm going to kill you…" I whined, he smiled. How he managed to get completely bombed in less than half an hour? I'd never know.
"Yeah, a horror movie… Like gahh!" He screamed and laughed loudly before wincing. He pressed his hand to my mouth. "You shouldn't be so loud next time." I huffed and he breathed deeply. "Your breath smells so good… Like mint." He described his voice cracking at the end.
"Where did you get tequila?" I asked slowly, as he was blinking drowsily.
"Em-mett…" He whispered back to me, mocking the slow way I said it.
"Why?" He stared deep into my eyes, his green eyes blurry. He stared for about two minutes and I raised my eyebrows.
"Because it's my birthday!" He screamed in my face, happily throwing out his arms. His grin was wide and loopy. "It was my present." He pointed to the gift bag that Emmett had handed me earlier that was ripped open on the table.
"And you drank it all tonight, why?"
"We have four kids." He said bracing himself on the table with one arm, and holding up his other hand with two fingers displayed. I wrinkled my nose and continued to listen, before I ended up kicking his chair out from under him. "I don't want to drink around my little babies…" He said in a high pitched voice. "So, I'm being a good daddy and getting drunk-fucked up-wasted on my day off!" He flung out his hands again and knocked both bottles onto the floor.
"Why? Because I love them." I was surprised he kept on topic for this long. He scratched his chin and smiled brightly. I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling a lump in my throat. "And today sucked,"
I picked up the glass bottles, placing them back on the table. "Why now, Edward?"
Six weeks.
"I told you already-"
"No! Why now? You could have gotten wasted-drunk-fucked up after we had sex. We've waited six weeks for real sex! I was even going to light the candles." I pouted.
His eyebrows furrowed, "We have candles?"
"That doesn't matter!" I growled plopping into the chair.
"You made it seem like it was important-" He argued.
"Tonight was supposed to be our night together. Our only night alone and you go and get wasted?" Here I was preparing myself to attempt to make his birthday a little better. Cheer him up. And he's downstairs getting fucking wasted.
Fuck my life.
"Our night? You didn't give a fuck-" He spat the word. "About us when you were flirting with the waiter!"
"Oh please! I was not flirting with him." He stared at my exposed chest as I spoke.
"Your shirt isn't buttoned up-" He looked down at himself, "Hey, we match. That's cute…" I rubbed my forehead; this fucking conversation was going nowhere.
"Focus, Edward. Me and you." His eyebrows furrowed and he frowned.
"You mean you?" He asked quietly.
"What?" All of this Happy Edward, Angry Edward was giving me whiplash.
He tossed out a hand, "It always has to be about Bella. It's my fucking birthday, babe." He managed to slur minimally throughout his little speech and I massaged my temples. "A terrible birthday, but my birthday none the less,"
"It's never about me, Edward! Ever-" I shot out of my seat.
"Well tonight is my night to do whatever the fuck I want, honey." His eyes widened and he leaned towards me. "Why? Because it's my fucking birthday." He bent over and picked up the stray bottle that lay at my feet. "It's my party I can drink if I want to…" He sang before his eyes locked onto my legs and as he sat up they trailed up my half naked body with approval.
"Oh hey, you look sexy." He said reaching out to finger the lace of my boy shorts. I dodged his hand that would have been way off anyway and shook my head. "I would hit it." He sighed with a nod of approval.
Hit it? What are we sixteen?
"I wanted you to 'hit it'; you're too damn busy… Whatever." I shook my head and he groaned.
"You're lips… They look good too, baby." He licked his lips sloppily and my stomach twisted angrily.
"What's wrong with you?" He asked, I huffed and sat back down.
"Don't worry about it. Go back to your drinking." He stood and walked to the refrigerator, opening the door and pulling out another bottle of wine. "We can drink together, since you'd rather spend your birthday with a bottle."
"Go be bitter somewhere else, Bella." He said slowly waiving me off. "It is my fucking birthday; I don't need you harping at me." I took a deep breath and raised my eyebrow. "I just want to spend my night in peace. I get one of these a year and you're really being a bitch." My heart sunk and I ran my fingers through my hair. I slid my chair back and stood.
He just laughed. "You know what you can do? You can go back to that restaurant and fuck him; he looked like I could use it." I turned, shocked at his words and saw him stumble as he tipped the bottle back and took a heavy pull before collapsing back at the table. "Fuck you, then."
"I can't believe you!" I growled. Why I had to bear the brunt of his anger towards his father? Who the fuck knows. All I'd done was try and help him, make him feel better.
And apparently I was a bitch for doing so.
"I love you…" He sang sarcastically from the kitchen. There was a tingling feeling shooting through me and I knew it wasn't something good but I could place the fucking emotion if I tried. I shook my head at myself and stripped off the shirt, climbing into bed. I pulled the covers over my head, filling my mind with one thought in hopes of comforting myself.
He was drunk…
…BBC…
A loud ringing startled me out of sleep. I shot up and checked the caller ID on the phone holding up to my ear.
"So… when are you coming to get your little monsters?" Emmett's sleepy voice questioned.
"I'll come in a hour, as soon as I find out where my husband has passed out after a night of binge drinking."
"Better than my birthday…" He groaned over the phone.
"I doubt it; I'll be over sometime soon." I stood up and pulled on a robe, I checked my eyes in the mirror. Only to find out that they were super puffy, signaling that I had cried a lot more than I was willing to admit to myself. I sucked in a deep breath and set off to the kitchen.
"Don't worry about it. You and Eddie finish basking in the last of your post coital bliss, I know you still got it in even though he was trashed." Yeah, because normal brothers said that kind of shit. "I'll bring the kids over in an hour or two."
"Thanks, Emmett." Even though Edward and I weren't having our last go at sex before the kids got back, it'd probably be best if I had time to cover up the evidence of what Edward did last night. There was no reason the kids should see that.
I frowned when I arrived into the kitchen to see that Edward wasn't in there. I rolled my eyes and picked up the bottles that were haphazardly laid around the kitchen. After I wiped down the table, I continued on the search for my jackass husband.
I checked the living room and the frown turned into a grimace. There was a loud creak from the back porch and I peeked out of the curtain.
Edward was laying precariously on the swing an empty wine bottle dangled from his fingers and he looked like shit. His hair was flat on one side and completely fucked on the other. His shirt had gotten ripped over the course of the night and the tie, that wasn't his, was lying over his face. The worst part was the cuddle uppet that was strewn over his legs.
I could have sworn Olivia took it with her to Emmett's, though…
I opened the doors and stepped out, pulling my robe closer around myself.
"Edward." I nudged the swing with my foot and he groaned quietly.
"Where am I?" I shook my head, leaning back against the house.
"Edward, come on. You can pass out in a bedroom, but not in such an obvious place, the kids are coming back soon." He winced, covering his ears.
"A bedroom?"
Oh so he picked up on that.
"A bedroom." I stressed, he groaned and sat up. Or attempted to.
He ended up on the ground.
He shielded his eyes, "Why is it so bright?" My jaw tensed and I attempted to take a calming breath. "What the fuck did we do last night?"
"You- you drank. I went to bed." His eyebrows furrowed and he looked down at the wine bottle on the ground next to him.
"You just left me?" He asked standing up. I sighed and rolled my eyes, folding my arms over my chest.
"I'm not your babysitter, Edward." He lifted an eyebrow and picked up the wine bottle.
"You didn't want to spend my birthday with me?" He pouted, as if he'd remember it at any point.
"Well I wasn't too sure you wanted me to spend your birthday with you." He smirked like that was the silliest thing he'd ever heard, and his mouth opened. "You know after you called me a bitch and told me to fuck myself." I said stoically, he came towards me, reeking of alcohol and he cupped my cheek.
"Honey…" His gaze was soft and apologetic. "You cried?" I pulled away from his hand, reaching up to try and swipe away the smudged mascara.
"I touched lemons and rubbed my eyes. You know I'm sort of allergic." I lied lamely. He picked up my hand and looked at my fingers.
"They aren't swollen and you aren't allergic to lemons." His much clearer and brighter eyes gazed into mine. "Bella…" I chill ran through me and I pulled away from him. He grabbed the tie of my robe to keep me from moving but instead the entire thing fell open, exposing my lingerie to his prying eyes.
He licked his lip and stepped towards me. "This for me?" His fingers slipped into the side of my panties pulling them away from my hip a bit. I pushed his hand away, narrowing my eyes.
"It was." I let his eyes roam once more and pulled the fabric back together.
"Was?" I nodded and pulled away from him. His arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled me against his chest, burying his face in my neck and inhaling deeply.
"It was supposed to be your birthday gift… Then you decided that you'd rather not be with me because I 'harped about you getting wasted'."
"Did I say that?" He asked with a chuckle, moving his lips gently against my neck.
"You did."
"Well we'll just have to make up for lost time." He said slipping his fingers into the opening in my robe and groaning at the feel of the lace.
"It's not really a loss if you opted out." My voice broke as a wave of emotion hit me again, remembering his words from the night before. He shook his head and wrapped his hands around the bottom of my thighs, propping me up against the house.
"You looked this good last night?" He asked tilting his head down to see my breasts as they spilled out of the tops of the lacy cups.
"I looked better," He hmm'ed with interest against my shoulder before trailing up to my lips.
"Tell me more," He kissed me deeply and cupped my jaw before kissing down my chin again.
"I had my hair done…" He held me up with one hand and leg using the other to undo his pants. "And make-up on… And everything."
"Sounds sexy."
"I know, you told me that I looked sexy right before you called me bitter." A tear escaped my eye and I swiped at it, the movement causing Edward to look up at me in concern. Apparently his words from the night before weren't as easy for me to rid myself of as I thought they would be.
He ran his hand through his hair as I wiped a tear away. "I fucked up…"
"I'm sorry… My period must be starting or something." I pushed him away from me, sliding down the wall until my toes touched the ground. He wiped my tear and I quickly retied my robe, slipping into the house.
"Bella, it's okay to cry. You don't always have to have an excuse for having feelings." He said softly, I just ignored him and kept moving. "Baby-" He grabbed my hand, trying to stop me.
The front door shot open and the kids filed in. I yanked my hand away from Edward and clutched the top of my robe closed.
"Well I was going to bring them back later, but then they got kicked out of McDonalds. So that pushed us out a little earlier than we expected." Emmett groaned as he and the kids shuffled into the door. They were all too busy pulling in their separate bags and whatnot to take in our state.
Edward placed his hands on my hips, holding me to his chest and whispering in my ear. "We should talk about this-"
"I'm not in the mood to talk to you, Edward." I hissed quietly, inconspiciouslly pushing his hands away from my waist. Any kind of talking to him at the moment would lead to fighting, I was sure. The last thing I wanted to do was fight with him. Much less fight with him in front of the kids.
"Mommy!" I smeared a smile across my face and bent down to hug Olivia.
"Hi, sweetie." I peppered her cheeks with kisses and she giggled, her little fists tightening around the silk of my robe in the front.
"Did you make Daddy's birthday better for me?" She whispered looking to Edward who had Tony wrapped around his legs.
"I tried." I said honestly.
"You stink." Tony said to his father, wrinkling his nose.
"Why don't you go put away your stuff, then you can ask Daddy about his birthday?" She nodded and grabbed her little backpack before going up the steps.
There was a smack from across the room and I looked up to see Ellie scolding Jared who was staring at me newly exposed chest. "Mom!" She gestured for me to close my robe and my face flamed up. I snatched the robe closed and groaned before standing.
"I'm going to change into… something else, but I'll be right back." I said, kissing Ellie and Tony's foreheads and then Seth's. "You guys go put your stuff up and give Daddy and I a minute, okay?" They nodded and filed up the steps, Edward sent me a longing look before heading up the steps after them.
"Go out to the car, okay?" Em said handing Jared the keys, and opening the front door.
"Bells, are you okay?" He asked touching my shoulder.
"I'm okay."
"Do you want me to kick Edward's ass? I will." I chuckled at him and shook my head.
"No, thanks. I don't think it will be neseccary."
"Sorry about bringing the kids back so early, I didn't know about all of this-"
"It's fine, Em."
"It's obviously not, you know seeing as you guys are fighting…"
"All couples fight, Emmett. Everything will be fine. I swear. I should get dressed before the kids come back out…" I sighed, he nodded getting my message and hugged me before leaving the house. I slowly climbed up the steps, going into the bedroom.
"Bella-" Edward stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. "Honey, look. I'm sorry about every stupid thing I said to you last night." I sighed, turning my back on him as I went to the closet. I walked into the little area, standing on my toes to pull down a pair of jeans.
"Come on, just listen to me. We aren't going to get anywhere if you keep ignoring me." I turned at the sound of his voice, which was much closer than I'd expected it to be.
"I already told you-" I turned, my eyes widening when I took in the fact that he was in the way of the door.
"I don't want you to tell me anything. I want you to listen, baby." My stomach twisted violently at his proximity, and the small space of the closet.
"Edward, move." I couldn't get around him to leave the closet and I was starting to panic. His jaw flexed and my hands shook at my sides.
I needed space.
"Baby, I was upset about Carmen and I know I shouldn't have taken it out on you." He picked up my hand and pressed it to his lips.
His face was bright red and he grabbed my hand. "How many fucking times do I have to tell you that if you don't stop fucking around-" I gasped, his hand shot into my hair and he tilted my head up to look at him.
"Stop." My eyes widened and I yanked my hand out of his. I backed up until I was pressed against the hanging clothes. I squeezed my eyes together, trying to regain my bearings.
"Bella?" I opened my eyes to see Edward looking panicked as his hands fluttered around me. "What's going on?" I pressed my face into my hands, cowering away from him. His hands gently touched my wrists, pulling them away from my face. I closed my eyes again as he spoke, feeling sucked into a pair of shockingly blue eyes.
"I'll be forced to remind you that you are mine. Fuck you and your rules." His hips bucked again and I panicked, pushing against his shoulder. He grabbed my wrists and slammed them onto the wall above my head. "Don't-"
I whimpered, "Alistair-"
My feet were moving and then I was taking deep breaths, sitting down. My breaths were coming out harshly, and apparently accompanied by small sobs.
I opened my eyes when I felt Edward massaging my arms gently. "This isn't about yesterday." He said with a sigh, I opened my eyes to see him kneeling about two feet away from me, giving me the space I needed. His hands were buried in his hair as he looked at me helplessly.
"It's been a while since…" He paused, at a loss for words. "you've had one of these."
I leaned forward, sniffling as I rested my elbows on my knees and held my head in my hands. "I'm sorry." I whispered.
"It's my fault." He said falling back onto his butt, and folding his legs in. "All of it." There was a knock on the bedroom door, Edward stood and quickly slipped on a pair of sweat pants, drapping the towel over his shoulders as he went to the door.
"When are you guys-" Seth paused in the doorway looking up at his father. "what's wrong?" I crawled further up the bed, so that I was out of view, and grabbed some tissue's wiping my eyes. "Is mommy crying?" There was some shuffling and Edward kept Seth out of the room.
"We'll be down in a second, okay?" Seth must have nodded because Edward closed the door a few seconds later.
"It was the wrists?" He asked, still standing a ways away from the bed even though I'd moved up on it.
I focused on my still shaking hands."The closet. Then the wrists." A million emotions were making their way across his face when I looked up.
"Damn it." He hissed, it was obvious he was beating himself up about what just happened. "Okay, three things." He sat on the end of the bed with his back facing me. He looked at me over his shoulder. "Come sit with me, I won't hurt you. I promise." His eyes were so sincere they brought me to tears. I never wanted him to feel like I was afraid of him.
These 'episodes' took it's toll on both of us. They didn't happen very often, but when they did they were shitty. They were almost always started because Edward accidentally grabbed my wrist. This was the first time it was because of an enclosed space, or him being to close…
But it wasn't really him.
Fucking Alistair.
I moved down the bed, sitting next to him and dabbing my eyes again. "Three things," He started again. "I'm sorry I scared you. You know that is the last thing I would ever want to do." I nodded and bit my lip. "Second, I'm sorry I fucked up last night, I was being selfish and I just wanted to make the entire day go away. I know that it was supposed to be our day together too. Forget whatever I said last night, I had more than a lot to drink and you know how I get when I drink… I'm a jackass." He sighed and I nodded making him chuckle.
I moved towards him, knowing he needed me to forgive him. He smiled hesitantly and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer. "Is this okay?" He asked cautiously.
"Of course." I said softly, feeling like shit for making him so tentative.
"Third… I think we should look into getting you into therapy."
…BBC…
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