Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): T, Ranchward - I know, it's supposed to be CC, but that one didn't work in my brain for some reason.
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Prompt: Glass
Spending the day watching Edward tend to animals was nothing short of amusing. I had seen him with Lauren's cows, and he had acted as if dealing with something that big was as natural as breathing. When a small girl with big puffy hair, and a dog that matched, came in, however, he was all nerves and jumpy. At first I thought he was afraid of the girl. She was a hoot in her high heeled boots, a short denim skirt and a partially unbuttoned, tight white top with a bright red bra showing through. I had to struggle to hold in my laughter, but lost it when she pulled out her dog that was dressed the same. I tried to disguise it as a coughing fit but wasn't very successful judging from the scowl she gave me and the smirk I got from Mrs. Cope.
I had managed to drink some water 'to quiet my cough' that Mrs. Cope had brought me and walked back into the room to see the little beast snapping at Edward. The girl was cooing at her dog, telling her in a baby voice to behave while Edward screamed like a girl when its teeth connected with his hand. I stopped laughing when I saw blood, though. I steeled myself, breathing through my mouth so I wouldn't faint and grabbed the pooch. One of my hands went quickly around its snout to hold it closed while the other pushed its little head onto the table. The one good thing about rooming with Jessica in college had been learning the importance of showing her little Chihuahua who was boss.
"You're hurting my little Poppet!" was screamed by the girl at such a pitch I was concerned the glass in the few windows at the clinic would shatter.
"No, I assure you she is perfectly fine. Biting is not allowed," I countered as Edward stepped up to perform his examination of the suddenly subdued fur ball. He let me know when he needed to examine its teeth and I pried its jaws apart, holding them tightly so it couldn't bite. When he was finished I handed the spoiled ankle-biter a treat.
The girl huffed again. "You do not shove food down Poppet's throat! You place it properly on her tongue!" When I heard that I instantly regretted all the water and coffee I had drunk before as I found myself doing the pee-pee dance as I tried to contain my laughter. I rushed from the examination room as fast as I could with my legs still crossed, grateful as Mrs. Cope pointed the way to the bathroom without even looking up at me.
I cursed my tight jeans as I peeled them off and landed with a thud on the toilet, grabbing some toilet paper to smother the sound of my giggles at the absurdity of some of Edward's clients as my bladder emptied with the force of Niagara Falls. A timid knock on the door brought me out of my sleep-deprived hilarity, sobering me quickly when Edward's concerned voice came through the door asking if I was all right.
"I'm sorry, Edward," I called back, "I'll be out in a minute." I finished up as quickly as I could, splashing some cold water on my face after washing my hands to try to wash away the tears of laughter I had shed. I knew going on so little sleep was a bad idea. My friends had said it was funnier when I was sleep-deprived than when I was drunk because of my reactions, but I had made Edward worried, and that wasn't good.
I walked out of the bathroom sheepishly and was met with a bright smile and eyes dancing with mirth. "I've always wanted to laugh at her," he said while pulling me into his arms and resting his chin on the top of my head. "Thank you for doing what I couldn't."
"I'm afraid I may have lost you a client," I mumbled happily into his sculpted chest. I suppose I could have turned my head, but why would I? Mumbling worked perfectly fine and allowed me the ability to huff his scent as my lips moved over his muscles. It was a good thing Mrs. Cope was still in the room or I would be undertaking an attempt at archeology, digging down beneath the layers of cloth of his lab coat and shirt to find the treasure hidden underneath.
"I doubt it," he responded. "She just asked me to not have you assist next time. I told her to bring a muzzle."
"For her or the dog?" I asked then enjoyed the feeling as his body began to shake with laughter. That shaking made me think of how his lips vibrated against mine when he kissed me and began to wonder how those vibrations would feel in other places. Oh, good vibrations indeed!
The rest of the day passed normally, or at least that's what Edward said. A few more people brought in their house pets, but they were better behaved, the people as well as the animals. We spent lunch talking over a burger at the nearby diner. The matronly waitress there winked at me and wished me luck when she brought our food. When we got up to pay the bill, Edward had hold of my hand. She glanced at that and sighed. "Hearts are going to be breaking all over town at that sight, Dr. Cullen," she teased, causing Edward to blush and smile. She leaned in and whispered, "Are ya' hummin'?" He gave an embarrassed nod and she turned to me. "Congratulations, dear. Edvard Munch's painting will be recreated everywhere you look when news of this gets out!" I couldn't help the giggle that came from my mouth at that. I thanked her hurriedly as Edward rushed me out the door back to the clinic.
When we got back Mrs. Cope informed Edward he needed to make a run to another ranch. Apparently a mare was foaling and having a difficult time. He rushed into his office to change, mostly closing the blinds as he stripped off his nice clothes and began to pull on some old jeans, t-shirt and boots. I just stood mesmerized by the view when his button down shirt and then his khakis came off. The way his sculpted muscles flowed under his bare skin reawoke my napping girly parts but seemed to unhinge my jaw.
I screamed when Mrs. Cope came up behind me asking if I was enjoying the scenery. Edward looked out between the spaces in the blinds and winked at me. He had done that on purpose! Not that I looked away, mind you. When God grants you that kind of view, you just soak it up, because you never know when you might see it again. I just stared back at him, watching as he pulled on his clothes.
He came out of his office and kissed me with a hum. "Don't tell mom, Mrs. Cope," he said before his lips met mine.
"I wouldn't dream of it dear. Just next time, take her into the office with you. My heart can't take the show, and Mr. Cope's can't take the after effects," she teased. At least I hoped she was teasing. Please, let her be teasing!
We started to walk out of the clinic when the phone rang. Edward paused to see if he needed to be here to answer it as Mrs. Cope went through her welcome. She looked up with a smirk on her face. "Yes, sir, he's still here, but is running out to care for a foaling mare having trouble." She paused a moment, listening to the caller before responding, "Yes sir, he has Bella with him, and I'll be sure to have them call when they return." She then hung up the phone and began to write on a piece of paper.
"Um, Mrs. Cope? Who was that?" Edward asked.
"Oh, that was the chief of police of Forks, Washington, Edward. He'd like you to call when you return." All the blood left my face and I started to black out when I heard Edward ask Mrs. Cope why he had been calling. I knew why. Renee must have already contacted him.
I grabbed hold of Edward's sleeve, drawing his attention. He took in my look of abject fear and asked me what the matter was and who it was that called. "My father, Edward, that was my father," I told him and watched as his face mirrored mine before he drug me out and into his truck.
Thanks to the wonderful Writeontime for the huffing of Edward comment. She really is the bee's knees! Although, I'm not entirely sure why that's a good thing.
I signed up for doing the same insanity again next month. Apparently I'm a glutton for punishment. If you have an inkling of a desire to maybe write, this is a great way to get started. Google the Fictionista Workshop and sign up!
I've had a cold for the past few days, and reviews would really cheer me up!
