Author Note: Thanks for the continuing great response to this story! The vast majority think Bella should just let Edward move in already. Only one is really against it, though a couple of others think it may be a bit soon, or he needs to grovel more.
Thanks again to moosals and NKubie for pre-reading. Stephenie Meyer owns all characters.
Chapter 46 — Plans
"You really want to move in with me."
Edward nods silently. "I'll let you have the remote control whenever you want, and Mom's already taught me to put the toilet seat back down. Oh, and I'll do my own laundry. Anything else?"
"You know nothing like that is why I'm hesitating, right?" I sigh.
He squeezes my hands, bringing them up to his mouth to place a soft kiss on the back of each. "I know. I'll never hurt you again, Bella, I swear."
I open my mouth to reply, then close it again. I brush away a tear as I stare into his eyes. I can tell he's being sincere. I do believe he's learned his lesson and I won't see any tabloid photos of him with other women again. I believe he really wants this.
"I have a few conditions," I announce, trying not to grin. I've pretty much already made up my mind, but it might be fun to make him squirm for a little bit.
"You want oral every night? Done."
"Edward!" I gasp, slapping his arm. "It would be nice if you could help with things around the house, especially after the baby comes. Maybe you could do some of my laundry, unload the dishwasher, or help with the cleaning."
"I can do all that," he nods eagerly. "Mom always made me empty the dishwasher after school."
"And maybe learn to cook?" I suggest, holding back a smile. "I probably won't feel up to it after the baby's born."
"There's a ton of restaurants around."
"We can't eat out every night with a newborn," I reply, rolling my eyes.
"I can promise to try to learn to cook. I can't promise I'll be any good at it. I'll do anything you need, Bella.
"I'll have to leave on tour at some point after the new album comes out. I just want to spend as much time with you as I can. Please, baby?" he begs.
I gaze into his pleading green eyes. He didn't even hesitate before agreeing to all of my conditions. How could I possible say no to that?
"Well, I guess it is your condo…" I pause, bringing my finger up to my lips. "Yes, Edward."
He grins widely, pulling me close until he grasps my face in his hands. "Thank you, baby. I won't let you down."
He kisses me then, eagerly deepening the kiss, then surprises me by pulling away after a few moments. "I need to pack," he says giddily.
Shaking my head, I take his seat on the edge of the bed while he retrieves two large suitcases from his walk-in closet. He sets them on the bed, then starts tossing items into them from the dresser drawers.
"Honestly, Edward, you'd get a lot more in there with a little organization." Sighing, I get up and start straightening his mess.
"I don't think we're gonna be able to take my keyboard and computer today," he says as he drops a load of t-shirts from the closet into one of the suitcases. "We'll come back for it tomorrow or something."
He starts emptying the contents of his hamper into a laundry bag, then drags that over toward the bed and disappears into his bathroom.
"We're going to need to get more towels," he says, shaking his head as he comes back with his toiletry bag.
"Maybe your mom will let you borrow some."
"Good idea," he agrees, disappearing again. He comes back with an armload of towels, adding them to his already-full bag.
Once he's closed the suitcases, he moves them to the floor, pulling up the handles, and throws the laundry bag over his shoulder.
"I could probably help with at least the bag."
"Fine," he agrees, "But only to get down the stairs." I pull it by the handle behind me as I descend the stairs, then he takes it again.
The others eye us curiously as we pass through the living room. "Uh, Mom…"
"Say no more, Edward. I can't say I didn't expect this." He shrugs sheepishly.
"We should probably get going, too," Emmett says, standing along with Rose.
"Carlisle and I will leave in a few minutes," Esme smiles.
"Just give your name at Will-Call," Emmett says. "We'll join you in the suite right after we sing."
~*~*GN*~*~
After reaching the United Center, we walk up to the Will-Call window. Emmett and Rose are right behind us and the others have texted Edward that they'll be here soon.
Edward and Emmett go off with someone from the team, while Rose and I head inside, up one of the escalators to the Club Suite Level.
Once we've found the right room, we go inside and I look around in awe. There is a flat screen TV hanging on one wall, a serving area along another, plus a black leather couch and a set of matching leather chairs.
There is a glass wall leading to seating for guests to watch the game. Walking up to it, I look down at the arena. Fans are starting to trickle in, though it's still mostly empty. I see banners all around the arena commemorating past championships in both hockey and basketball, as well as honoring certain players. The only name I recognize is Michael Jordan, though.
"So Edward's moving in, huh?" Rose says, coming to stand beside me.
"Yeah… he really wanted to."
"Do you want him to?"
"I do," I nod. "I like having him around."
"Never thought I'd see the day he'd settle down with one woman," she remarks, shaking her head. At my stricken look, she quickly continues, "I don't mean that he won't. I can see he's crazy about you."
"I'm crazy about him, too. I always was," I admit, "But now that I've gotten to know him, I just…"
"He's going to be a great father," Rose assures me.
Talking to Rose, I suddenly wonder if Jasper has had a chance to tell Alice about tonight; the game is probably being broadcast on TV somewhere. I excuse myself, stepping back inside the main part of the suite, and pull out my phone.
"Hey," Alice answers on the third ring.
"Hey, Alice. Um, The New Moons are singing the National Anthem at tonight's Blackhawks game — I wasn't sure if Jasper had told you?"
"He did. I was just about to leave."
"Leave?"
"Yeah… my sister's husband found a sports bar showing the game, so I was about to go meet them there."
"Oh, cool," I smile. "I'm at the arena now, in one of the suites."
"Lucky! So how are thing going with Edward?" she asks.
"Good," I answer. "Great, in fact. I, um, tonight I agreed to let him move in with me."
There's dead silence for a moment, before I hear Alice squeal. "Oh, we have so much to talk about," she giggles. "So have you two…"
"Not-not yet." I bite my lip as I think about asking her for advice. Edward is always so eager to do anything to please me… sexually, and I'd like to return the favor, but… "Can I ask you something, Alice?"
"Sure."
"Um… I need… some advice." I can feel my face flaming red; good thing she can't see me right now.
"About Edward?"
"Yeah. I… for Christmas… I mean, I know what he'd like more than me spending money on a gift. But I've never… I don't know…"
"Spit it out, Bella," she chuckles. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"How do I give him a blowjob?" I blurt out, praying that Rose is still too far away to overhear.
Alice is quiet for a moment, then begins laughing. "You want me to teach you how to give a blowjob?"
"I have no idea what to do," I fret.
"Well, I'm pretty sure Edward won't be shy about letting you know what he likes, but I suppose I can give you the basics."
"Anything, Alice."
"Ok," she chuckles. "First, don't go in for the kill right away. Just pretend you're licking a popsicle or an ice cream cone. Get used to the feel in your mouth. Poke around with your tongue and just explore."
"A popsicle?" I chuckle. "Ok. Does it taste bad?"
"Just his dick?" she clarifies. "It's just salty like normal skin. Now once there's precum… not the best flavor."
"Ok," I nod. Yuck.
"When you're ready, try to slide his cock into your mouth. You don't have to try to fit it all in — in fact, you probably won't be able to. Just take as much as you can and use your hand for the rest. Have you given him a hand job before?"
"Yes," I whisper, feeling my face flame even redder.
"Good, then swirl your tongue around, hollow your cheeks as you suck hard… I'm telling you, Edward will let you know when he really likes something, even if it's not with actual words."
"What about when he…?" I remember the tiny taste I got of his semen, and just… no.
"If you don't want to swallow, ask him to warn you in advance, then pull your mouth away as soon as he tells you and finish him with your hand."
"Will he be disappointed if I don't swallow?" I know the drunk model he was with in Miami swallowed.
"If he is, he's a jerk. If you do want to try it one day, try to suck him in deep when he warns you, so that his spunk will go down your throat and you won't taste it as much."
"Good idea," I agree.
"Listen, I gotta go so I don't miss the National Anthem, but now you owe me the deets on how your attempt goes."
"Fine," I chuckle. "Talk to you later."
I hang up, moving to put my phone back in my purse, and nearly jump out of my skin when I see how close Rose is. How much of that did she hear?
"Blowjob advice?" she asks, raising one eyebrow.
"Uh, yeah." I fidget, wondering if it's possible to die of embarrassment.
Rose nods sagely. "Just remember, Bella — even though his cock is in your mouth, you're the one in control. You can literally bring him to his knees," she says with an especially evil grin.
I'm still grinning back when the door opens and Edward's parents walk in, along with another middle-aged couple I've never met.
"What are you two smiling about?" Esme asks, her brow furrowed.
"N-nothing," I reply.
"Bella," Dr. Cullen begins, "These are Riley's parents, James and Victoria Biers. This is Edward's girlfriend, Bella."
"It's nice to meet you," I greet them, shaking both of their hands.
While the six of us chat, someone comes by to drop off snacks and drinks. We all stop talking and pay attention when we hear the announcer's voice over the loudspeaker. I quickly move to the window, noticing that the arena has filled up considerably since I last checked.
A female singer walks across a carpet spread out on the ice, and I look up at Dr. Cullen, who's standing beside me, in confusion. "The opponents tonight are the Toronto Maple Leafs," he explains. "Whenever there's a team from Canada, they also have someone sing Oh Canada as well as our own National Anthem."
"Ah."
After the female singer has finished, the announcer welcomes The New Moons, and I see Esme sit down, holding her phone up to begin filming as they walk onto the ice.
Just as they practiced last night, Seth starts out the first line by himself, with the others quickly joining in. Their voices ring out loud and clear over the sound system.
When they've finished the song, the arena erupts in cheers and applause. The guys wave to the crowd, then hurry off the ice so that the carpet can be pulled up. I'm so ridiculously proud of them.
"That was amazing," Esme gushes. "All of the boys are so talented."
It's about 15 minutes later — after the game has already started — when the door opens and the band walks in. Edward walks straight up to where I've taken a seat next to Esme and pulls me back into the main part of the suite, pressing me against the wall as he begins to kiss me.
I know I should be embarrassed that everyone can see us… but all I can think about are the wicked things his tongue is doing to me. When he tilts my head back and starts kissing my neck, I let out an involuntary moan and quickly pull away.
"Edward! We're not alone."
"Too bad," he replies with a wink.
I try to pull him with me back to the seating area, but he stops off to grab a cold beer first, then sits beside me. Having never seen a hockey game before, I have a tough time following the action until nearly the end of what Edward informs me is the first "period" — not inning or quarter.
At the first intermission, with the Blackhawks leading 2-0, we walk back inside and sample some of the snacks. "Don't fill up," Edward warns. "They said a dessert cart will be by during the second intermission."
He takes another beer and I reach out, grabbing his arm. "Last one, I promise," he says, rolling his eyes. "It's not that bad of a drive, anyway, if you want to drive home. Just go straight down Madison most of the way."
He shoves a handful of popcorn into his mouth, then I'm mesmerized watching his Adam's apple as he drinks his beer. Well, I'm mesmerized by pretty much everything Edward does.
There are many slaps on the back for the guys' performance, then we sit down to watch the second period. No one scores, though Chicago seems to take a lot of shots on the Maple Leafs' goalie. The next time the buzzer sounds to end the period, I eagerly go back inside, waiting for that dessert cart Edward promised. We had dinner so early that I'm starving.
When there's a knock on the door, Emmett of course moves to answer it. We all crowd into the hallway as someone explains the available options to us. There's everything from carrot cake to cookies to giant caramel apples.
"I don't suppose I can have one of each?" I ask Edward, smiling up at him. After much deliberation, I choose a chocolate cake layered with peanut butter. Edward had better be prepared to share some of his carrot cake.
I thoroughly enjoy my dessert, trying to scrape every last bit of peanut butter off the plate. Rose chuckles when she sees me licking the fork. "Just like that, Bella," she winks, and I feel my face flame red again.
Edward stays true to his promise to drink only the two beers, so after the Blackhawks finish their 4-0 victory, I let him drive us back home.
With the game starting so early, it's still not all that late when we get in. I sit on the couch reading my pregnancy book while Edward puts his clothes away. When he's finished, he comes to sit beside me. At first he just wraps an arm around me, but in no time, he's sliding the neck of my sweater out of the way so that he can nuzzle my neck and shoulder.
"Your beard is scratchy." He hasn't shaved in a couple of days — I think he forgot to put his razor in his overnight bag.
"Come to bed with me, Bella," he drawls in the sexiest voice ever. "I want to lick every inch of you."
"I'll get beard burn!" Though the thought is turning me on.
"Not my problem," he winks, standing and holding out his hand to me.
A/N: Well, Bella caved to Edward's groveling! We'll see if he can keep all of his promises. And watching him learn to cook should be fun.
And Bella is now planning to take care of her man for Christmas. Did Alice miss anything in her BJ advice?
Sorry to Maplestyle for picking a game where her team lost.
Next update on Tuesday. For the Americans, enjoy the day off tomorrow, if you get it! After over 20 years at my company, they've changed the rules to give us Martin Luther King Day and Presidents Day as paid holidays.
