BPOV
So, maybe I had packed an extra change of clothes and some toiletries in my duffel bag when Edward mentioned he was going to take me somewhere casual and fun after work Thursday. I mean, a girl should always be prepared for the unexpected, and since Edward had already slept over at my place once it only seemed fair that I returned the favor. I told Rose not to expect me back that night and she did a weird eye brow wiggling thing I was certain she had picked up from Emmett. The two of them had really rubbed off on each other in more ways than one.
Edward, as per usual, had taken my suggestion for a fun evening and run with it. I almost wondered how much time Edward spent thinking of creative ways to be taking me or if he had some stowed away file of great dates to take girls on he had been thinking up in case he came across someone like me. Even if these were off-the-cuff ideas, they always seemed to be the perfect fit for the both of us. I supposed it wasn't a measure of planning but rather that Edward and I were just well suited.
It was late when we headed back to Edward's place after hours of playing pinball and even more time spent introducing me to the world of dim sum. It was a far cry from the meat and potatoes staples I had grown up with under Charlie but it was a lot of fun being adventurous, especially when Edward was the one at the helm. I had never seen Edward's place before, so he was a little nervous about what I would think. He admitted he hadn't done much cleaning before I came over, but I found the place pretty neat for a bachelor pad. There was only one beer can left out on the coffee table and only a few pieces of dirty clothes thrown places.
"I have to say, I'm impressed," I told him. "When you said it was a mess, I thought you meant sweating gym socks thrown random places."
"Rose said something about Emmett's apartment being a bring your own Febreeze zone," Edward nodded. I laughed.
"I like your action figures," I said, pointing to the display hanging on the wall in the living room.
"Thanks for not calling them 'my dolls' like my mom does," Edward blushed. "So…uh…t he tour?"
The tour was brief with stops in the kitchenette, Edward's office and finally the bedroom. It was obviously from his kitchen that Edward didn't cook much and obvious from his home office that he spent most of his time there. Edward blushed at all of the fast food wrappers by his desk and moved quickly to dispose of them. His office was pretty entertaining with plenty of doo-dads, odds and ends that would keep the easily entertained person active for quite some time. Of course, the bedroom was the room we were both looking the most forward to. It wasn't overdone but a simply done up room with your basics: bed, table, closet, chest of drawers and two bookshelves. While my bedtime reading consisted of a lot of classical English literature, Austen, the Brontes and a few modern romances Edward's was more sci-fi, some graphic novels and things like The Lord of the Rings trilogy and other high-fantasy books thrown in. He stood there nervously as I surveyed his room, as if he expected me to break up with him after finding out he read Isaac Asimov.
"So, do you consider A Brief History of Time as light bedtime reading?" I teased him.
"When I'm not gobbling up something by Neil Gaiman," Edward shrugged.
"I have to say, I'm impressed," I told him. "You're the first guy I've met who actually had books on the bookshelves in his bedroom. I've seen bongs, collections of beer bottles and condom boxes, but never actually books. Guess you're the first adult guy whose room I've been into, huh?"
"I have a Batman cardboard cut-out in my living room and you just called me 'an adult guy,'" Edward pointed out.
"Hey, that's better than you being in your twenties and collecting 'My Little Ponies,'" I snorted.
"Bronies are creepy," Edward conceded. You would have thought the mention of Bronies would be a mood killer. Not so much.
Sometime within the next fifteen minutes I found myself only wearing my bra and socks, sitting on top of Edward's bookshelf with my legs wrapped around his hips as tightly as I could while he pounded into me relentlessly. About fifteen minutes under that, we were both completely naked and I was laying spread eagle on his bed as he drilled into me yet again. Three orgasms for me later it was after midnight, and I knew I probably should turn in for the night since I had work the next day. Then again, I didn't mind staying up a little later than normal if it was all due to Edward and his mind-blowing stamina in bed keeping me up.
When the alarm went off that morning, I found Edward had cuddled me close to him in the night. The sheets were wrapped around our waists and Edward had locked one of his legs around mine in the night. As I adjusted to the morning light, I saw Edward was laying on his back next to me with his arm draped across my torso, his hand having somehow having gravitated toward my left boob where it was now resting. The arm that wasn't getting to second base with me was underneath his pillow and he slept with his face turned toward mine, hair sticking up in all directions a small line of drool pooling next to his chin on his pillow.
I stretched out like a cat, trying to remember the last time I had spent the night in a boy's room, let alone the last time I hadn't felt completely mortified after doing so. My stretch made Edward's hand slide off of my breast and a little bit lower but unfortunately over the sheets, preventing him from touching any of the good parts. My stirring made Edward stir and seconds later I found him rubbing the drool off of his face with the same hand that had been one very thin sheet away from my hoo-ha. After rubbing his eyes, Edward propped himself up on his side and looked over at me, blinking a little as if he wasn't sure if I was actually there.
"Morning," I grinned.
"Morning," Edward said in his gravely morning voice. He stretched a little but before I could move to get it, he gathered me up in his arms like I was a teddy bear and cuddled me closer to his chest. "So, I vote we wake up like this every morning."
"Mhmmm… that would be nice," I acquiesced, liking the feeling of my head against his chest and his arms wrapped around my body. "Unfortunately, I have to get ready for work today."
"Work sucks. Call in sick," Edward muttered, nuzzling his nose against my hair. "We can just stay here all day and cuddle."
"I don't think that would be the best move during my first week in a new position," I pointed out.
"I can show you a new position," Edward mumbled suggestively, grinding himself up against me slightly. I sighed, wishing I could do just as Edward had recommended. I looked over at Edward's clock again and knew I had to get up and get moving if I wanted to get to work without looking like I just came from having morning sex with my boyfriend.
"As fun as that would be, I gotta get a shower," I told him. "But rain check on the whole staying in bed and cuddling thing."
"I'm going to hold you to that," Edward informed me as I wrangled out of his grasp and sat up in bed. I caught him eyeing my naked form up and down as I stood completely unclothed next to the bed. He was out of bed in a flash. "You know, my shower's kind of complicated. Let me show you how it works."
I should have known Edward was setting me up for a morning shower quickie. I didn't even care that I was now running late for work as he had me pressed up against the wall, hot water cascading down his perfectly sculpted body. While I rushed around to blow dry my hair, put on my make up and get dressed, Edward was sweet enough to make me a to-go mug of coffee and a breakfast bar. He insisted on driving me to work, allowing me to eat in the car on the way. When we drove up to the office building, Edward gave me a smoldering goodbye kiss and sent me up to work with a wide smile on my face.
I was certain I spent the entire day grinning like an idiot. Kristie and Kim both gave me knowing looks and Emily asked me about my date as well. Before lunch, I ran into Leah and she made a comment about me looking "freshly fucked." I blushed at that one, even it was pretty much true. I couldn't wait to get home to Rose that evening and tell her all about my multiple orgasm night. Revenge of the Nerds proved to be right. Apparently, nerdy guys like Edward did spend most of their time thinking about sex and therefore were pretty good at it. I almost wondered if Edward had taken a course in coitus along with his conversational Chinese.
However, instead of finding a the usual, fired-up Rose who had just got back from her day kicking ass and taking names at work, I found her cuddled up on the couch with a blanket, tub of ice cream and crying as she watched some made-for-TV movie on Lifetime. This was not the Rose I was used to. If she was PMSing, it had to be big time. Normally, she just acted like a general bitch and then cried for acting like a bitch. Something was seriously off kilter.
"Hey…Rose… you okay?" I asked her worriedly. She looked up at me with her eyes red and blotchy. I hadn't seen her nose that red or that many tear-stained tissues strewn across the couch since the day after her marriage with Royce ended with him dick deep in the hotel maid.
"No," Rose said, blowing her nose. I quickly disposed of my stuff and went over to join her on the couch.
Instead of her usual poised business attire, Rose was wearing her pajamas and a tank top, her frilly pink bathrobe tied around her tightly. She looked like shit, which was completely unusual for the always perfectly made up Rose. I slipped under the throw blankets with her and put my arm around her.
"Did you go to work today?" I asked her.
"Called in sick," Rose said.
"Are you sick? Do you need to go to the doctor or get a prescription picked up or something?" I asked her. Rose began wailing again and I held her close, trying to shush her and calming her down. "Please Rose, tell me what's wrong."
"Imfrufflmyte," Rose muttered through her sobs.
"I didn't quite get that honey," I said.
"I said I'm pregnant!" Rose hissed.
"Pregnant? But Rose… you… you don't like kids very much," I gaped. "…and you take your pill religiously…"
"Yeah, well, remember when my mom recommended I start taking St. John's Wort to help with my migraines and trouble getting to sleep?" Rose snorted.
"Not exactly," I admitted.
"Well, turns out that stuff can make taking the pill null and void," Rose grimaced. "I'm knocked up with Emmett McCarty's little swimmers."
"This is heavy, Rose," I said.
"No shit," Rose sobbed.
"Have you told Emmett?" I asked her.
"No," Rose wailed. "How am I going to face him with this?"
"Take him to the McDonald's PlayPlace?" I shrugged.
"He's going to be so pissed!" Rose moaned.
"He might piss himself, but I don't think he's going to be pissed, per say," I snorted.
"But what if he leaves? What if I'm fat and pregnant and alone?" Rose sobbed.
"I'm going to chock that up to hormones," I snorted. "Seriously, Rose. This is Emmett. EMM ETT, okay? You've met the guy right? You've seen him help out all those kids at those charity functions the Seahawks do. Not to mention he's been begging you to put a ring on it so he can knock you up for like a year now. Not to mention, this is going to give him all the more reason to do crazy kid stuff. He'll be an awesome dad, Rose, and I'm sure he will be behind you in this one hundred percent."
"I can't… I can't face him," Rose blubbered.
"I'll call him for you, ask him to come over," I told her, "but when he gets here you're going to have to lay it all on the line for him. Deal?"
"Okay," Rose sniffled. She shuffled off to her bedroom to roll herself up in her blankets while I picked up the phone and dialed Emmett.
"Hey, what's shaking bacon?" Emmett asked in his typically cheerful manner.
"Hey, Em…uh… you need to come over. There's something up with Rose and she needs you here, okay?" I told him.
"Be there," Emmett nodded. "Take care of her until I get there, 'kay?"
"Sure," I nodded.
Emmett had to have broken all of the traffic laws and quite possibly a few of the laws of physics to get to our apartment from his work as quickly as he did. He didn't even bother to say hello to me when he burst through the apartment door, instead opting to head straight toward Rose's bedroom. I waited on the couch, flipping through the channels and doing my best to keep my curiosity to a minimum and not eavesdrop. They were holed up in Rose's room for about thirty minutes when Emmett finally emerged, slowly backing out of her bedroom door, his head still peaking in to look at her.
"Okay, more chocolate ice cream and some pizza," Emmett said to Rose in her room. "Anything else you need babe?" He must have gotten his answer because he slowly began to close Rose's door. With her door quietly shut, Emmett did this weird mist of the Truffle Shuffle, the Moonwalk and some sort of breakdance move in the hallway.
"Is that your touchdown dance?" I snorted. Emmett blushed a little bit, unaware I was in the room still.
"Yeah, uh…" Emmett said, scratching the back of his neck. "I know a lot of dudes wouldn't be, but this is pretty exciting, you know? Rose and I are getting a mini-me."
"Just take care of her," I said. "She's completely stressed out. And her fancy pants lawyer dreams are probably going to have to take a backseat for at least the next year or so."
"We'll figure it out," Emmett shrugged. "By the way, any kind of pizza you want?"
"You know, I think I'm going to call Edward and see if he wants to meet up for supper or something," I replied. "I think you and Rose need a little bonding time."
"Coolness Bells," Emmett said. "And thanks for standing by my girl."
