Chapter 42: Wanted
BPOV
"Wait a minute…" I said before I took any step closer to mine and Edward's room. "How do I know this is his Uncle?"
It just seemed too good to be true. Plus what if this was some kind of trap fabricated by that nasty lawyer his parents had? What if it wasn't Edward's uncle on the phone but some other guy that worked for Edward's parents? Someone who is trying to get something to prove against Edward…
Some crazy things were running through my mind and I just wanted to make sure Edward was protected.
He sighed. "Well darling, I don't really know how to prove that to you…I could have this fine officer standing inches behind me tell you. We are like best friends." He said dryly.
There was just something about the way he spoke and the sound of his voice that made me think he wasn't lying but my instincts weren't the greatest to begin with.
"Look, I only have about a minute and half left on this phone, so can you just give him the phone? He will be able to tell you within the first word I say to him."
What could it hurt? If Edward knew it wasn't his uncle, he wouldn't say anything incriminating, and Edward would know his own uncle's voice I was sure of it.
"Okay one second." I started heading down the hall and tried to open the door, but it was locked. What the hell was he doing in there? "Edward, open the door. There is someone on the phone for you." I said through the door.
I heard him banging around in the room and then his footsteps advancing towards the door. I was curious as to what the hell he was doing. There was only so much you could do in a bedroom. He cracked the door open and poked his head through so I couldn't see inside. He looked like he was sweating a bit, but his green eyes were shining and I couldn't help but smile at him.
"Who is it?" He asked.
"Here." I just handed him the phone. He probably wouldn't even believe it if I told him who it really was.
He looked at me curiously and brought the phone to his ear. "Hello?"
I could just tell by the way his mouth dropped open and his face paled a bit that it was definitely someone he wasn't expecting.
"Uncle Will?" He asked incredulously. His eyes were wild, and he started to laugh. "Holy shit, I can't believe I am talking to you right now…" He said in a state of shock with a smile on his face. Then he stepped back and closed the door behind him.
Oh. Okay.
Well maybe I shouldn't have been disappointed and hurt that he just shut the door on my face when he spoke to his uncle, but I couldn't help it, even if just a little. I understood though, he didn't need me up his ass all the time, but at the same time this seemed like something big, something he would have wanted to share with me. Maybe I was wrong. Besides, he hadn't talked to his uncle in years, so maybe he just wanted some time alone.
I went back into the living room and sat back on the couch. It felt weird not having anything to do. I had no school or work to worry about, no job that I had to get up early in the morning for, and the house was clean and we were fed. It was nice, but I didn't know how long I could go without doing something. I was one of those people who had to constantly be doing something or I would get really bored and crazy.
I reached into the drawer of the coffee table and reached in for a random magazine. I bought them frequently just for something to do. I was always skeptical about what was written in it, but it was interesting to hear some of the stories they made up in there.
I laughed when I looked at the front cover with a picture of that Kate chick with the sextuplets. Someone—I'm pretty sure I knew who—drew a nice mustache below her nose. Oh but don't think Edward just didn't like that Kate chick, he drew mustaches on everyone. I flipped through the pages and he literally drew mustaches on every person on every page. The only people he didn't draw mustaches on were the children. And I thought I was the one with a lot of time on their hands…
I heard the door down the hall open but didn't hear Edward talking anymore. I turned and saw he didn't have a phone in his hand, but still he was smiling. That was quick. I guessed he really only had about a minute left to talk to him. He walked over to the couch and dropped down beside me. He took the magazine out of my hands and threw it on the floor before lifting me onto his lap.
"What are you doing, dude?" I wrapped my arms around his neck and he leaned forward to kiss me. I sighed in contentment and kissed him back. There was nothing in the world that felt more right or more comforting than kissing him.
Like always, it didn't last long enough and he pulled away. "I'm sorry I shut the door on your face. I didn't mean to be an ass."
I shrugged. "You weren't. I get you wanted to talk to your uncle alone, but can you please tell me what happened?"
He chuckled. "Of course, beautiful." He kissed my lips quickly and ran his hand through my hair gently. He was being awfully touchy and lovable. I wasn't complaining, but he usually wasn't like that. I liked it. "He didn't have much time to talk, but he told me he can have visitors now."
"Wow really? That's great, baby!"
"Isn't it?" He asked rhetorically and I could see the excitement in his eyes. "I'm going there tomorrow."
"Seriously? What time?" I felt my own excitement build up.
He must have been so excited to get to reconnect with the one person who stuck with him through that time in his life when no one else was there. He didn't talk about his uncle too much, but I knew enough to know that he loved Edward and Alice a lot.
"Six. Well that's when I told him I would be there. I figured it would give me enough time to go to work, go to the shelter, sleep, and Claire will be out of here by four and then we can eat dinner or something." He shrugged. "I don't know. It sounds kind of bad now because I will be thinking about it all day."
"Ugh yeah I know how that is. But you will have a lot to do so you should be distracted don't you think?"
"Yeah probably."
"Your uncle sounds…interesting."
He chuckled. "What did he say to you?"
"Not much, but he called you Christopher."
He burst out laughing and held me closer to him with his head on my shoulder. "That doesn't surprise me. When I answered the phone, he said 'what's up, Andrew.'"
I chuckled. "That is so strange."
"I know, but I am used to it. He doesn't like my name; what can I do about it?"
"Well nothing I guess…it's unique."
"That's one way to describe him."
I started playing with his hair that was still a little damp from him showering not too long ago. I was probably going to cause his hair to be completely fucked up later on, but oh well. It made him look weird and sexy at the same time. Only Edward could pull that shit off.
"You must be so happy to hear from him though, huh?"
"Fuck yes, chick. I love that guy." He said with a smile, but his smile soon faded. "I'm just worried I guess."
"About what?"
"He doesn't know about Alice so…yeah I am going to have to tell him. And not only will that fucking suck, I don't know how he will react."
"Everything will work out, babe. I'm sure he knows you are doing all you can to get her back."
He nodded. "Yeah maybe, but enough about me." He reached over me to pull me onto his lap so I was straddling him and he wrapped his arms around my middle. "I'm sick of talking about me. Whenever I hear my name, I just want to slam my head against a wall. I guess it's a good thing my uncle calls me by other names or you wouldn't have gotten to see my surprise."
"Hmm…well I am kind of excited about that surprise of yours, but what I would like to know is why you don't like talking about yourself…I actually quite like talking about you."
He rolled his eyes. "I am a boring subject. Let's talk about you for once."
"Pft…you think you're boring? I'm the one with no life at the moment."
He chuckled and kissed me before pushing me off his lap. "You're cute. Let's go. I will show you your surprise and then we will have a Bella talk."
I shook my head. "You and your ideas…"
"Shut it." He reached over for my hands. "Come on, I have to cover your eyes."
"Why?" I whined and he pulled me up from the couch.
"Dramatic effect, duh."
"Oh of course…" I said sarcastically.
He chuckled and walked behind me and wrapped his right arm around my middle and put his other hand over my eyes. I felt the entire length of his body against mine and I couldn't control the feelings running through me. I needed him badly.
"Alright let's not screw this thing up, ermosa. We can walk at the same time without tripping all over each other. Let's do it, chick." He sounded so determined and it made me laugh.
"Walking isn't that hard. I've been doing it for eighteen years."
"Have you walked with your eyes closed and a two-hundred pound dude on your back?" I laughed. "Didn't think so. Now stop arguing with me and move, chick."
I took a step forward and he followed after me. It wasn't hard for me since I was leading, but he was having a little trouble. He stepped on the back of my foot several times and he swore under his breath each time making me laugh even more. He stopped me once we got in front of the door and unwrapped his arm around my waist to open the door. He pushed me forward and didn't take his hand off of my eyes.
"Any day now, dude."
"Patience is key, my darling."
"Edward Cullen, I have been patient for I don't even know how long at this point. Show me what the hell you did in here."
"Oh you're getting bossy. That's hot."
"Edward I swear to God…"
He chuckled and kissed the side of my head. "I love you."
I sighed. "Are you trying to distract me?"
"Is it working?" He asked as he nuzzled my neck.
"Yes, and I hate you for it." He was terrible. He teased me all the time and it drove me crazy. I knew he didn't do it to be a jerk because he had some insecurities with sex, but it still frustrated me. I loved him. I wanted him. Was that too much to ask?
He still had his hand over my eyes and he wouldn't move them. I guess I could have got them off my eyes, but I felt too comfortable in his arms. I knew I loved him a lot, and I knew there was no way I was the only person on the whole planet that had ever felt this way about a person, but I wondered how the rest of them faired. I wondered how people who loved their partners like I loved Edward got to do anything productive during the day.
"Do you want to see it now?" He asked.
"Edward…" I said in a warning tone.
"Just wait a second, I want to tell you what this is for first."
I sighed in frustration. "I'm listening."
"It's for you."
"Okay…"
"No actually, fuck that. This isn't for you. Well not only this is for you…everything is for you. Everything I do from now on, will be for you, you got it?"
I bit my lip to hold back my girly emotions, but that was so random and sweet and so unlike Edward. I didn't know what got into him, but I was not complaining at all.
"Where did this come from?" I asked.
"Starting tonight, I will try my hardest to give you whatever you want and anything you want. You do so fucking much for me, and I do shit for you. I need to change that." I was going to say something but he shushed me. "I know you would do anything for me, beautiful, so just do this for me right now. Let me have this night to give you whatever you want. Think of this as an extended romantic moment and my balls will stay intact if tonight makes you happy."
I laughed. Silly man. As if he didn't always make me happy. But he was right, I would do anything for him…plus there was one thing in particular that I would love to get from him.
"Okay, that sounds good to me." I said. "But please let me see what the hell you did in here, dude."
He chuckled. "Okay in ten…nine…eight…ow!"
I couldn't take it. I elbowed him in the chest to make him let me see faster. He was such a jerk sometimes. He knew he was driving me crazy. The little bit of physical force seemed to work and he took his hand off of my eyes. I let my eyes adjust to the new lighting and I smiled so much my whole fucking face hurt.
It was perfect.
He destroyed the room, basically. He destroyed it, but it never looked so perfect before. Our bed was completely on its side along with the bureau. There were all of our clothes in the corner of the room. In between the bed and bureau on their sides was our mattress with no sheets on it, just our blanket. The sheets were above the bed draped between the two pieces of furniture. A perfect fort. And to top it all off, he took our TV down from the other bureau and put it at the foot of the bed in case we wanted to watch TV. As I walked closer, I noticed there were red things on top of the sheet. I laughed when I saw they were badly cut flowers from some kind of fabric.
"Where did you get these?" I asked him.
"One of my shirts."
I turned to him incredulously. "You cut up one of your shirts to make them into little flowers?"
He shrugged. "Bitches like flowers right?"
I laughed. Of course he would say something like that. I knew he was only joking which made it even more funny. "Yeah I guess they do, but what about your shirt?"
"It's just a shirt. I could make one out of saran wrap if I wanted to. No big deal."
I grabbed onto both of his hands and got on my tip toes to kiss him on his lips quickly. I wasn't expecting him to make me a fort with flowers made out of his shirt, but it was the best thing that he could have done in my opinion. I pulled him down on the bed with me and cuddled up to his side. He wanted to give me what I wanted, so I would do what I wanted. And at that moment I just wanted to talk with him and then whatever happened after that, happened.
He laid on his side and wrapped his arms around me and we were face to face underneath the canopy of sheets.
"Uh…I can't see you, dude." I said with a chuckle. It was a little darker underneath the blankets then it was outside the room.
He smiled and reached over my head and after a click sounded around the room, the little area was filled with light. I glanced over and saw he thought ahead and put our bedside lamp at the top of the bed.
"I can be smart sometimes, don't worry." He said.
I pulled his face towards mine and pressed my lips to his. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him so he could kiss me deeper. I wrapped my arms completely around his neck as he slid his tongue into my mouth and I moaned. Yes, I couldn't wait anymore. Apparently Edward had the same idea in his head because he put both of his hands on my ass and pressed my body forward so I was completely pressed against him and could feel he was starting to really enjoy what was happening.
Then, like always, because someone out there liked to fuck with us, Edward's cell phone started ringing. Edward pulled away and groaned as he reached for it in his pocket.
"Fuck the ever living fuck off. Fuck." I chuckled and buried my face in his chest. He answered the phone angrily. "Hello?" He snapped. "Mhm…yup…mhm…fucking great…bye." He started fumbling with the phone before shoving it over to me. "Shut that shit off. I don't want to talk to anyone."
I chuckled and turned the phone off for him. "Who was that?"
"My boss. I have to go in a little earlier tomorrow to sign some annual shit papers. I don't fucking know. Something completely unimportant."
I wrapped my arms around his neck again and played with the hair behind his head. "It's okay, at least it gave me an opportunity to say something before we got carried away."
He sighed and closed his eyes in contentment. I knew he liked it when I played with his hair.
"What did you want to say, chick?" He mumbled.
"Well mostly just thank you…this is very unique and kind of perfect."
He opened his eyes and gave me an expecting look. "Would you say it's cool?"
"Uh…yeah…"
"Is it cool enough to tell, oh I don't know, our grandchildren?"
"What the fuck? Our grandchildren?"
"Yes our grandchildren."
I was starting to get a headache. What the hell goes through his head? Seriously. "Explain, please."
"I'm just preparing for the future, chick. Grandparents aren't typically 'cool' people, but I want to change that. So I try and do a bunch of cool shit now, so you can tell our grandkids stories and they will be like, 'wow, my grandfather is fucking awesome' or 'wow, my grandfather was a badass' or something along those lines, you know what I mean?"
"Er…kind of, but why are you thinking about that?"
"You ever heard of the five P's?" I shook my head. I learned something new every day from Edward it seemed. "Proper Planning Prevents Poor Performance."
I wasn't even going to try and understand how the hell he would justify that. What I got out of it was that he was planning to impress our grandkids by doing 'cool' things in his twenties. Okay. That's awfully weird but I will go along with it I guess.
"Alrighty then…but what makes you think we will have grandkids?"
"Oh we will; don't you worry about that, wifey." He placed his hands underneath my shirt on my sides and started tracing random patterns on my skin making me get chills from his touch. "We will create spawns and then our son will create spawns with another woman and they will be our grandchildren."
"What if we have daughters?"
He shrugged. "They won't have kids. I think you can buy chastity belts on eBay or something. I just need to learn how to use it…"
He really looked like he was contemplating it and it only made me laugh at him. There was never a dull moment when he was around. "Our poor future daughter or daughters."
"Nah, that whole sex shit won't fly with me when it comes to my future daughters or even Alice…ugh it makes me want to throw up all over myself just thinking about that. Do you see the sweat on my forehead?" He really did have sweat on his forehead.
Damn, he was going to go gray at a really young age, I could already see it. I wasn't going to fight with him on it though. I would let him live in his own little world for a while—because it would be a long while before we had kids—but he would end up being disappointed. His dream that his future daughters would not have feelings for other boys and have sex were completely unrealistic. But oh well, that was something to be worried about at a later date.
"Calm down, babe. There is still a long time before you have to worry about that."
"Not exactly. Alice is six, almost seven. Before we know it, she will be going on her first date and all this shit." I didn't think he understood that his sister was six years old…I was pretty sure Alice would still think boys had cooties or something.
"There are still years before that, dude."
He smirked and looked me straight in the eyes with a soft expression on his face. "You know what she used to tell me?"
He didn't have to say her name for me to know who he was talking about. I could see it in his face. The adoration, the sadness, and the light in his eyes were dead giveaways.
"What did she tell you?" I asked empathetically.
"Well I remember having a conversation with her in which I warned her away from men forever, and she told me that she would never find a boyfriend as cool as me because I'm her favorite." He said with a proud smile and it was contagious. "After that she did say that she would love a boyfriend who owned an ice cream shop though so…I may still be in danger."
"Not if you invest in your own ice cream shop." I pointed out.
"Don't give me any ideas, ermosa. We may find ourselves in a serious recession around here."
I actually believed him. If he did get the idea in his head, he would damn well go out and try to own his own ice cream shop. I would not put it past him actually. He would do anything for Alice, and he would do anything to prove himself right, and he was stubborn. Not a good combo for our finances.
"Alright, forget I said anything."
"Fuck. Here we go talking about me again." He shook his head and slapped his hand to his forehead. "Change of topic. Do you ever want kids?"
"I think we already had this conversation, dude, and we agreed it was too early to determine such events." I didn't know where all of this came from, but he seemed to really want to talk about the future and make me happy. Not that I was complaining, but it seemed to come out of nowhere.
"Well, the future is right up our asses, Bella."
"How philosophical of you, babe."
"I know, I know. Now answer the damn question."
I sighed. He wouldn't really appreciate me shrugging off the question of that I was sure, but if I was being honest, the question scared me a bit. Everyone talks about how having a child changes everything and your whole life becomes completely devoted to that little baby and it stays like that forever. Of course that sounded amazing. I would love to raise a child that Edward and I created and take care of and love for the rest of time, but I didn't want that any time soon. I still had growing to do and I still wanted some 'me' time I guess. It may sound selfish or something like that, but it was how I felt.
"Yes, I do want kids, but not anytime soon." I answered him truthfully, still playing with his hair.
"What a coincidence, me too!" He said in excitement. I couldn't really tell if he was joking or not. He was the master of sarcasm though so it was hard to tell.
"Well then why all the questions?"
He shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I feel like we get so caught up in everything else, we barely talk about us and our plans for our relationship. I already know we will get married, so…"
"Oh really?" I asked with a chuckle. "And how do you know that?" This argument, we both knew, was just a form of entertainment. He knew I would marry him—duh who wouldn't if he asked?—but it still got him all riled up when I denied him. It was cute and I loved it. I was also being sort of stubborn. It would kill me, but delight me at the same time the day we actually made it official. I would hate having to back down, but I would get to marry him so I er sure it would be worth it.
He pouted and pulled me closer to him and I wrapped my arms around his neck and he rubbed his hands gently on my back. "Because you're my wifey."
I chuckled. "I hope one of our kids have your hair though." I said as I ran my hands through it and he sighed
"I'm sure that one will resent me forever, but if that's what you want, I hope that happens for you, beautiful." His voice held no sarcasm or anything. He was completely sincere, serious, and sweet beyond words. There were many different sides to Edward. I hadn't found one that I didn't love completely yet, and I didn't think I ever would.
"I appreciate your willingness to give me what I want, but I kind of want a lot of things, and I don't think you can get them all to be honest."
"Try me." He whispered.
He pulled away so he could look at me, but we were still barely inches apart, and our bodies completely intertwined with each other. My hands were still in his hair, and his were rubbing my back and hips. A perfect moment, really.
"A million dollars." I said.
"Lottery…blackmailing rich bitches…robbing a bank. Too easy."
I chuckled. I should have known he would get creative with this stuff.
"Hmm…world peace."
"Oh that's a tough one…not." I laughed. He was full of it, but I was curious as to how Edward would solve world peace. "If I ever see someone upset or about to fight someone, I will do a stupid fucking dance. No one can not laugh when someone is acting like an idiot you know. And then I will have you video tape it, I will put it on YouTube, and then the whole world will see it and they will be like 'wow that guy's an idiot so I am pretty fucking cool.' All the self esteems of everyone will go up, they will feel secure with themselves, and they will love everyone and everything and there you go. No more fighting, just a bunch of people laughing at idiots instead of shooting them or something. Fuck yeah."
I was cracking up laughing since he pretty much opened his mouth and I could barely breathe. He sure had high ambitions and proved he would stop at nothing to give the people he loved anything they wanted, but damn. What goes on in his head? I fucking loved him so much.
"That sounds like a good plan, dude."
"Hell yes it is…alright, now give me an easier one. I am only one man. Saving the world and shit takes a lot out of me."
I chuckled. "Alright…something simple. How about a kiss right over here." I said pointing to my cheek. He smirked and leaned forward to kiss said area softly. I could faintly feel his lips on my cheek. "And what about right here?" I asked, pointing to my other cheek.
He smiled. "So needy." He mumbled and kissed me on my other cheek.
"And here…" I said pointing to my chin. He smiled and kissed me there as well.
"I think I see a pattern going on here, beautiful. Allow me."
He lifted his hands from my sides and brought them both to my face while guiding me closer to him. He placed soft, faint, and beautiful kisses all over my face from my chin to my forehead and back again. Of course he didn't kiss me on my lips because that would mean he would have to make it too easy for me. He shifted his body and pushed me back on the bed and got on top of me. Thankfully the fort above us was high enough that his back didn't hit it and destroy the whole moment.
He moved down from my face, and went lower. I was breathing heavy for someone who was getting innocent kisses from her boyfriend. My body was on fire; I could feel practically all of him as he was on top of me, and the only thing that would make it more perfect would have been if there were no clothes between us. Just us. Nothing else. Nothing else really mattered to me unless there was an us.
He placed open mouth kisses on my neck causing me to only breathe harder and my body flared up even more. I gripped onto his shoulders and pulled him down closer to me. My body needed him close. It gave me some sort of relief, but it was nearly enough. It was crazy how much my body just craved him. I never felt that way about anyone in my whole life. As much as I loved him for the kind of person he was, it didn't feel quite the same with the way my body wanted and loved him. They were two completely different feelings. I felt like I could kind of control the way I felt about him mentally, but physically, I had no control and it was a scary but exciting feeling all at once.
I pulled the back of his shirt up to let him know I wanted it out of the way and as quickly as possible. He wrapped one arm around me while not taking his mouth from my neck and pulled me up along with him. My body was practically limp in his clutches like it was completely relying on him to give it what it wanted. He sat up with me—both of us crouching slightly as to not destroy the fort—and let go of me for a second to take his shirt off. My hands instantly went to his chest and I ran my hands along it. His skin. Him. Purely him.
He reached over to me and pulled my shirt over my head and I jumped into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist as I sat on his lap and held him tightly too me.
He sighed and kissed the side of my head. "I love you." He whispered.
I pulled away and held his face in my hands. I studied his face; the pale but healthy color of his skin, those almost red lips just waiting to be kissed, and those green eyes that held that seemingly permanent sadness from all that was taken from him with an addition of love and lust. I leaned forward to kiss him, but he pulled back so my lips ghosted over his.
"Edward…" I groaned.
He chuckled. "Did you ask me? I told you tonight was me giving you whatever you want, but how am I supposed to know when you don't ask me?"
"I always want to kiss you."
"Say it, beautiful."
I didn't know what he was trying to accomplish, but this sudden dominance in him only turned me on further. He was giving me what I wanted while trying to get what he wanted as well. He finally learned that he could be on the receiving end of things as well. It made me want to cry seeing how far he had come. It was beautiful and I couldn't wait to share it with him.
"Kiss me. Please." I said in almost a whisper.
He didn't waste any time in saying anything or trying to tease me again because his lips instantly covered mine and I slipped my tongue past his lips at the first opportunity I could get. Kissing was something we were both used to; we did it all the time, but it never, ever got old for me. Each time my lips touched his, something went off inside me and I never wanted to stop.
In the midst of my trance of kissing him, he has slipped off my bra and I wrapped my arms around him completely and felt every contour of his bare chest against mine. I grinded myself down on him because I could feel that he needed a little attention down there, and the moan that emanated from his lips against my mouth let me know that I was right.
"Fuck, Bella." He whispered.
"I need you, Edward." I said to him and pulled his face to look at me when I said it. I could see some fear and nervousness in his eyes just because he over thought everything and I didn't need him to feel less confident.
"I know." He said and placed his forehead against mine. "I need you too."
"Then make love to me, baby." I said to him in a sort of plea.
I knew he wanted it, it was so obvious, but he still had insecurities deep down. I knew I could show him those weren't needed if he would just give me a chance.
He looked up at me and took a deep breath. "You are fucking beautiful." He said sort of out of the context of what we were talking about, but the compliment put a smile on my face.
He kissed me, and no other words were said before he pushed me back on the bed and he was back on top of me. He was silently agreeing and I felt like we were taking such a huge step. Well I knew it was a big step for any people in a relationship, but this was different. This was not only us showing each other how much we love each other physically; this was also Edward letting go of his insecurities and his feelings of feeling like he shouldn't be loved completely or given things.
He was learning his worth.
Once he pressed his lips to mine once again, everything happened so fast. Soon all of our clothes were completely off, and he finally let me touch him. I wrapped my hand lightly around him and added a bit of pressure as I moved my hand slowly up and down. He mumbled words in a language I couldn't understand, and that only spurred me on. He sounded so fucking sexy when he spoke like that with different accents and beautiful words that were a mystery to me.
"Bella, you need to stop." He said breathlessly and I saw him trying to contain himself.
He was sweating and his breaths practically matched mine. I pulled my hand away and pulled him down further on top of me. He kissed my lips hungrily and then moved down more. When he was kissing my neck and biting softly, I really didn't know how I could take all of the foreplay and shit. Not when we were so close. I just needed him. I needed to feel him.
He reached his hands down between my legs and pressed against my folds and that was my complete undoing. I groaned loudly and dug my fingers into his back.
"Edward, please…" I begged with him breathlessly. "I just need to feel you…just…please." I could barely speak. I could barely breathe. I could barely function mentally because my body was on fire.
He didn't move his hand though. "I want to make this good for you." He said against my neck.
"Edward, I promise this will be good for me. Please just…I want you to just…" I couldn't finish because he shifted himself so he was directly in front of my entrance. I could feel his tip brush up against me and I bit my lip and whimpered. I pulled his face down to me and wrapped my legs around him. "I love you so much, Edward." I whispered.
"You know I love you." He said with a shaky voice.
He was trying to control himself so he could make it as good for me as he could. If he only knew he didn't have to do much. Just kissing him and feeling him was enough to make me feel like I would go over the edge.
"I know, and you know how much you mean to me." I sighed.
"I know." He said and then he pushed forward so he entered me completely. I screamed out in surprise, pleasure, and a little bit of pain; it had been a while. "Are you okay, Hermosa?" He asked in a trembling voice. He was still inside me making sure I could adjust to him.
"Yes. Just move, please." He pulled back and went forward again and our moans resonated throughout the room.
After we got into a rhythm, and my pain subsided completely, we rocked against each other and I tried to be quiet, but it was hard. I had my arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him down to kiss me as we kept moving with each other. It was completely perfect and I could feel the tears coming. Just seeing the look on his face as he stared down at me while he was making love to me with those green eyes that I fell in love with from the beginning made me realize how much I was loved and how lucky I was to have him.
He supported himself with one arm and moved my hair from my sweaty face with his other hand and kissed me. "I don't give a fuck what anyone says. You're perfect. Completely perfect." He whispered and started moving faster effectively making it impossible for me to form a sentence in reply, but those words would stay with me forever.
I felt my climax build up, but I wanted to make the moment last longer. I never wanted to be taken away from that instant, but I was comforted with the fact that I would have him forever, and feeling like that wouldn't go away. We always had each other.
"Edward…oh fuck." I buried my face in his neck as I felt myself get closer and closer to the edge.
He started moving faster, and I moved completely in sync with him. I bit my lip to keep from yelling out, and I whimpered instead until I felt my climax spread throughout me and extended to the edge of my skin. Edward groaned on top of me and his movements got faster before he hit his climax and set me off once again.
"Bella…" He whispered, after he was done with his release. "Fuck…that was…" He stopped and pulled out of me, making me feel all of a sudden empty, and collapsing beside me. He pulled me to his chest and we both tried to catch our breath.
"You're trembling." I whispered and kissed his forehead. I pulled the blanket on top of us. "Are you okay?" I asked worriedly.
He laughed. A laugh I hadn't heard him use before. It was completely blissful and infectious and I smiled. "That should go down in the list of silly things to say to a dude after he has had amazing sex with his beautiful wifey."
I rolled my eyes. "Well I knew it was kind of something you were nervous about…"
He put his finger over my lips. "I don't want to talk about that. Just trust me when I say that that was…well…fuck there are no words, but you know what I mean right?" He asked.
I smiled. "Of course I do."
He frowned. "You're crying." He said disapprovingly and I laughed despite the tears.
"Because I'm happy." He sighed and pulled me to his chest. "I just made love to you under a fort." He chuckled.
"Yeah I guess that's a little weird, but fuck-awesome…too bad that's not one we can tell the grandkids."
I laughed. "Absolutely not."
I could feel him chuckle against me and he kissed the top of my head. "I love you."
"I love you too, baby. You really gave me everything I wanted tonight."
"Nah…you still aren't a millionaire and I am sure someone is fighting somewhere."
It was kind of hard thinking about anything outside our little fort really. It was hard to believe that after having one of the best moments of my life filled with love, pleasure, and happiness, there were still such things as anything bad in the world. It sounded a little foolish, but it was what I felt.
"You know I love you right? And you know that I would do anything for you?" I asked him softly.
"Yes of course I know, ermosa." He looked like what I told him was the most obvious thing ever, and he was confused as to why I was bringing it up for discussion.
"Good."
Then he gave me everything I will ever need and want...again.
EPOV
"I'm about to make a fucking fool of myself for this kid in a second." I said as I paced the room and Bella stood near the sink while bouncing a crying Claire.
"Edward! Watch your mouth!" Bella yelled and threw a cloth at me face. Something happened that was nothing short of a miracle. She stopped crying. She looked at me with her tears covering her little face and she giggled.
I groaned. "Why do little children like seeing the pain of others?" I asked as I took the cloth off of my shoulder and threw it at them. It landed on Claire's face and she giggled and kicked her little feet. Bella laughed and took it off her face.
"Watch this Claire, want to see Edward get a cloth to the face?" She asked her with a bit too much enthusiasm for someone who was supposed to love me. Traitor.
Claire started clapping her hands. Mini-traitor. Bella put her hand back and flung the fucking thing at my face and it kind of hurt but I didn't complain so she had another reason to make fun of me again. Claire was laughing a cute little baby belly laugh though so it made it worth it.
I was fine, but of course I thought of Alice. I used to hit myself in the head with a bowl to get her to eat carrots when she was little. She would laugh and laugh and eat the carrots willingly and I used to feel so accomplished even though I had a headache at the end. It was worth it, that's for sure. I still had no contact with her since I got to see her about a month ago. The pain didn't go away, I was not even going to try and make believe it did, but I did find a way to deal with it I guess. I had Bella and all my other friends to help me out, but no one compared to Alice.
Another person I had been missing like crazy of course was Bev. The poor woman, whenever I called her, was exhausted. Bev was a great person who did all she could for the people she loved, and she did everything she could for her daughter. It was getting closer and closer to her due date, and I selfishly couldn't wait for her to have that baby so we could have our Bev back soon. As of late—and by that I mean this morning on my way to the shelter—she called me in tears.
She was stressed out from helping her daughter and dealing with her daughter's workaholic husband and cooking and cleaning and missing Alice like crazy and missing Bella and I. I was tempted to take a flight out there and give her a hug or something. If it wasn't for my community service, I would have in a heartbeat. It also hurt Bev to be away from her apartment. It made her feel close to Leon and she hadn't been there for a while. Actually, now that I really thought about it, maybe Bella and I could go out there one weekend.
After playing the 'Hit Edward In The Face With A Cloth' game, I looked at the clock and felt like throwing up when I saw the time. I had to go. I had to go see my uncle. I couldn't believe it was really going to happen. That was another person I had been missing a lot and I was reminded how much I missed him when I heard him speak over the phone.
"Alright, I got to go, beautiful." I said to Bella as she placed Claire in the walker. She really loved that thing. There was this thing that spun around and she liked hitting it. She would get distracted with it for a long time. Leah was running late to pick her up because she was trying to see if she could get a cheap apartment ready for her. She ended up getting some money from her mother without the boyfriend being involved. Oh and did I mention the fucker is in jail? Well he is. I wonder who would have reported that? Hmm…
"Call me as soon as you get out?" Bella asked as I got my keys from the table.
"Hell no." I said seriously and she pouted. I chuckled and wrapped my arm around her and kissed the top of her head. "Of course I'll call you, and you don't have any plans for tonight, right?"
She pulled away from me and tried to get away, but I wouldn't let her go. She sighed. "No life, remember?"
"Oh shut it. You have a life, you just have a lot of time on your hands. But anyway, you have plans now." I bent down and kissed her neck and she sighed contentedly. Bella liked when her neck was given some attention. I knew all her pressure points and I knew there were way more I could learn in the course of the rest of our lives.
"Oh really? What kind of plans?"
"Oh you know…stuff."
She quirked her eyebrow at me. "What kind of stuff?"
I smiled and kissed her forehead. "Not telling you." I let go of her and started heading out of the kitchen. I stopped in front of Claire and gave her a small kiss on her head while she spun the thing…fuck I didn't know what it's called. Kids toys confused me.
"Can I have a hint?" Bella asked.
I stopped at the entry way of the kitchen and leaned on the frame. "I don't know. It may cost you."
"What do you want, dude?"
"Another kiss goodbye, maybe?"
I saw that stubborn look on her face, but she was easily swayed. She crossed her arms and walked over to me. She got on her tip toes and kissed me on my lips like I wanted.
"Love you." She said.
"I love you too." I said and turned away from her.
"Edward! Come on!"
I laughed and turned towards her again. "Hmm…one word, does it work?" I asked her. I was just being an ass and prolonging the whole thing to get her worked up. It wasn't a difficult task to accomplish.
"Sure."
"Fort." I said and walked away and towards the door.
No other words were needed. I would forever associate a fort with having sex with Bella. I thought maybe it was because it was just the day after or something, but my mind couldn't really grasp an coherency when it came to that night. I couldn't even think about how to explain how I felt. Well fucking duh, it felt amazing; I had a really pathetic dry spell for a twenty-four year old man, but what the hell ever. It was the emotional and fucking psychological shit that messed me up. All I knew was that everything was right with the world last night. Oh and I loved that woman with my whole fucking heart and soul and ass and earlobe and everything.
As I got into my truck, my phone beeped. I took it out to read the message before I went off driving. If Bella knew I was reading and driving at the same time, she would probably never let me hear the end of it.
I looked down at the text and smiled like a fucking idiot and any other motherfucker who saw me would think that I was some sissy pants she-man who was in some sappy kind of love with their girlfriend...oh shit. That's not me right? Nah…I'm more of a strong he-man was in some fucking awesome kind of love with their sexy and beautiful girlfriend that drives a truck. Fuck yeah.
Anyway, the text said: Is it tonight yet?
My Bella was fucking cute. I typed a quick message back saying something along the lines of it will come before you know it, and then headed off to the prison. I didn't know how the whole exchange would go since he had been in there for so long, but I kind of hoped they would let me at least hug him. I didn't care how wussy-like that sounded…I missed my uncle. He was the only blood relative—besides Alice of course—who actually loved me and showed it.
It took me about a half an hour or so to get there. It was just outside of Aloha, and it killed me to think that Alice was living so close-by. I could so easily try and find her to just get a look at her. I wondered if she ended up cutting her hair or if she lost anymore teeth or just anything to let me know how she was doing.
When I got to the place, they did the normal check to make sure I wasn't holding any weapons and all that. I was only in the visitor's area, so thankfully I didn't have to walk by any suspicious prisoners or something. I knew how sleazy some of those guys were from when I was in jail. I absolutely hated it.
Then before I knew it, an officer was leading me to the room where I could see my uncle and I felt like my stomach was doing backflips, but I couldn't wait to see him. When the door was opened, I saw him sitting at a table with his hands crossed in front of him. He wasn't handcuffed or anything, and that surprised me. He looked so different and it kind of made me sad. His usual short black hair was almost longer than mine and he had a beard that almost made him unrecognizable. But his eyes were the same brown color that reminded me of Alice's. I also noticed how he still resembled my father, but I tried to push it in the back of my mind.
"Oh Dwayne! My God how you've grown!" He said with a smile on his face and got up from the chair with his arms opened. I didn't know how he didn't run out of names for me. It used to bother me a bit, but now hearing him call me whatever the hell he wanted sort of made me feel safe in some way…I was secure when he was around.
I went to try and walk over to him to give him a hug, but the officer pulled me back. "Cullen, you know you can't touch him. We already let you go without the cuffs…don't push it."
"Oh come on, Rick, you already checked him didn't you? He won't give me a means for escape. This is my nephew! I haven't seen him in nearly six years. Have a heart." His charm just seemed to flow off of him and I couldn't help but smile. He always found a way to get his way.
The officer sighed. "Fine. One hug." He let go of me, and walked out of the room. I went over to him and he wrapped his arms around me and patted me on the back.
"Oh boy…you don't know how good it is to see you." He said, sounding like he would cry almost. I have never seen him cry.
"I still can't believe you called!" I said and pulled away to sit down on the chair across from him. "I thought you couldn't have visitors and stuff."
"I couldn't for a while, but I've been good if you can believe it."
"I can't." I said and we both started laughing. There was so much to say, but neither of us knew where to start and he seemed to be looking me over. He looked completely different, so I could only wonder what he thought about me since the last time he saw me I was seventeen years old.
"You get your looks from me, boy. I can't believe you are a fucking adult now. It blows my mind and makes me feel old." The funny thing about my uncle is that he has been swearing around me ever since I could remember. 'Swears are words and people say words' was his excuse.
I laughed. "I'm sorry?" I asked, not really knowing what to say.
He frowned and looked at me curiously. "You know what never changes in a person?" He asked.
"What?" His sudden seriousness alarmed me. He was usually jovial and always in a good mood, but he seemed to be switching emotions rather quickly.
"Their eyes. You have your mother's eyes you know…" I did know that, but I didn't really like to think about it. "Are you happy, kid?"
I ran a hand through my hair. "Yeah of course."
"Hmm…I think to an extent that is true. What is it? You know you can tell me."
Might as well just come out with it. "I got custody of Alice…did you know that?"
He shook his head but smiled. "I kind of assumed you did. You were ready to do anything for that little angel."
I cleared my throat, just trying to stall. "Yeah well she uh…she was taken from me by my fucking parents." I placed my head in my hands and tried not to get worked up about it. It wasn't worth it.
"When was this?" He asked.
"A couple months ago." I said and didn't look up at him. I didn't want to see his expression. It could have been sadness, disappointment, or anger at me for screwing everything up.
"I'm sorry about that, Edward. You must really be hating them right about now."
I lifted my head and chuckled humorlessly. "You have no fucking idea."
"I've hated them, to an extent, since I walked in these doors and never got out." He sneered. I was going to say something, but he kept going. "I hate what they did to you and Alice."
"I know you did."
"But you really don't know. That's the thing that pisses me off the most. While they neglected you physically and mentally and all those fucked up shitty ways, they also never gave you a reason."
"I don't need excuses from them." I pointed out matter-of-factly. Anything they said to me will just roll off my back and I would move on. If they never gave me a chance at anything, how could I ever give them a chance?
"No, I know that, but I know you, and I know that at least, if certain things were made known to you, you would have maybe understood more and I know you would have found a way to fix it or at least try to for your sake and for Alice's." He really wasn't making all that much sense to me and he had this sort of feverish look on his face. He looked like he was anxious to get whatever it was he wanted to tell me out. "Do you know your father is the reason I am in here?"
"What?" I really didn't think I could have hated him more. "How is that even possible…"
He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Me and your dad, we were really close as kids. Despite our age difference, you know, me being seven years older, we were close, and as much as I wish this wasn't true, there is still a part of me, even today, that has some form of love for him." I tensed up. How could anyone have love for that monster? "I hate it because that is what made me trust him to keep some things secret…things I don't want to share with you, it's the reason I am in here so that should say enough, but in a nutshell, he told the authorities, I had no way to fight it. He's a lawyer so…"
"That's bullshit!"
"I know it is, but I should have been in here a long time ago, but yes, it hurts to know that he would do that to me…and all because I found out something I wasn't supposed to find out." He sat back on the chair and looked uncomfortable. "All to protect your mother."
Everything was all fucked up. I thought I had an idea as to what he would want to talk about—he wanted to tell me something before he was arrested—but I didn't know what the hell it could have been. It must have been important, but really, what could it have been, and how could it have made me understand? What was there to understand?
"I've wanted to tell you this since the moment I found out. Maybe I am wrong, God knows I have been wrong many times, but I feel like this is something you should know since you are sort of involved and it includes your own flesh and blood."
I got more and more confused with every word he said. "Okay. Well what is it?"
"Do you know much about your mother's father?"
"What?" What does he have to do with anything? "No, he was dead before I was born I suppose…"
"Yes, he was, but only by a couple years." I really didn't know anything about him. My mother never told me anything about him or even mentioned him. It might be because I never had a full and honest conversation with her my whole life.
"Okay well what about him?"
"He was a horrible and terrible person. He was horrible to your mother; he beat her, screamed at her in public, and he even did some inappropriate things to her. Things fathers should never do to their daughters…" My fist clenched at hearing that. As much as I hated my mother, I don't give a fuck, that shit is wrong. Who would ever, in their right mind, do something like that to their own daughter or anyone for that matter? It made me sick.
"Please tell me he paid for that…" It felt wrong defending my mother, but there were certain things I just couldn't put aside. The phrase 'I would wish that on my worst enemy' comes to mind. No matter what she did to me or any other shit she did, she didn't deserve to be raped by her own father.
"He didn't, but that's not the point here. Your dad met your mom when he was fourteen, and they have been inseparable since. We had our own shit going on at home, and they bonded with that I guess, but your dad loved your mom more than anything…still does I suppose." He sighed and leaned forward on the table. "Now I feel like maybe this won't change much, but you should know…yeah you should definitely know…" He sounded like he was debating with himself.
"Just tell me already!" I said impatiently. If I was really smart, I would have just walked the hell out and not want to know. I already had enough shit on my plate.
"Well you know how I said her father did terrible things?" I nodded and waved my hands impatiently for him to move on. "He did such terrible things; things like ripping babies away from their parents who wanted that baby so badly."
I got up from my seat and paced the floor, running my hands through my hair. "What are you talking about?"
"Five years before you were born, your parents had another child. That child was put up for adoption against their will, and they have been scarred from it ever since. I'm sure you could understand what it's like to have a child taken from you…"
"Of course I fucking know!" He didn't have to throw that in my face, but my head was already spinning. I don't know why he told me this, but it only made me more angry with them. If they already knew what it felt like to have something they loved so deeply taken away from them, why would they do that to me? It just made them seem even more heartless to me. Yet I couldn't help but sympathize a little. That shit hurt like a motherfucker, and again, I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.
"Okay, I'm not trying to make you upset, Edward." He said with his hands up in surrender. I knew that wasn't his intention. He wouldn't have told me unless he thought it was necessary, and I didn't even know that to think at that point. "There is also something else." He continued. "It's actually right in front of your face, but I'm sure it's not the first thing on your mind right now."
"What?" I snapped. He might as well just pour more shit on my plate. I would just have to deal with it I guess even though I felt on the edge of a panic attack.
"You have a brother out there."
"Fuck." I squeaked out. I really hadn't thought of that but holy shit…I had an older brother that I didn't even know existed. "Do you know…where he is?"
"Well a lot can change in six years, but according to the papers," I didn't know where he was seeing these papers or where they came from, but I needed to just take things one at a time. "He lives about fifteen minutes from Aloha."
He lived so close to me. I probably walked by him several times in my life without even knowing it.
"Do you know his name or anything? Did he ever try to make contact?"
"I don't know if he made contact, but I do know his name. Your parents didn't name him, but the doctor that adopted him did."
"Well…might as well tell me." I felt angry. I felt left in the dark. I felt like punching a wall. I felt like everything just got so much more fucked up than it was and I didn't know if I could handle it.
"His name is Emmett. Emmett Masen."
What if I wanted to break?
Laugh it all off in your face;
What would you do?
What if I fell to the floor,
Couldn't take this anymore?
What would you do, do, do?
Come break me down.
The Kill, by 30 Seconds to Mars
So uh…yeah, what do you all thing? Surprise? Not surprised? Upset with me for that cliffy? All three? Haha
Well I'm back from DC! Thanks all for your well wishes, I had a BLAST! Just really tired and still recuperating from all the walking and lack of sleep, but I got to write this massive chapter in the midst of it all, and I hope you all enjoyed it! Two big events have occurred, and there is still more I have up my sleeve so…stick around!
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