So, not so new story ... I'm reposting this. This story was pulled years ago by FFn. That decision (without any sort of warning, really) forced me to move from just posting on FFn to Stars (then The Writer's Coffee Shop), AO3, and FictionPad. After doing some thinking, and FicPad turning into a for-profit platform, I've decided to repost this here.
This is ALREADY COMPLETE! PREWRITTEN
I will be doing some editing for content, but this is written in its entirety on Stars, AO3, Wattpad and FicPad (when it's not being a pain in the butt).
Carrots? Has anyone seen any carrots? The plot bunny attacked and well, you all are going to reap the benefits. NEW STORY! I've been writing some pretty heavy stuff lately and well, I'm going to lighten it up a bit. It's not going to be a humorous story (though there will be some funny bits) but it will be romantic. Some drama…some light angst (there needs to be some sort of conflict or it wouldn't be worth reading, kids).
Yeah, that isn't mine.
Up next will be the discussions of Edward's extension of his stay, concerns about Becca and Alice's visit to Seattle.
Chapter Nineteen: Birthday Surprise
EPOV
Over dessert, Charlie decided to join the conversation. "So, Edward, what do you do?"
"Well, I'm taking a leave of absence from job as a manager of a luxury resort down off the coast of Rio de Janeiro. My family owns Isle Esme and I usually run the business end of it," I explained.
"What did you major in? Hotel management?" he asked.
"No. My major was business and finance. I went to Harvard for undergrad and received my MBA from Dartmouth," I said.
"Daddy, he's not one of your goons in your interrogation room. Lay off," Bella hissed.
"I want to make sure that Edward can provide for you. I should have done this with…Tyler," Charlie grumbled. He looked back at me. "Now, you're taking a leave of absence. What are you doing now? How are you making money?"
"Well, sir, I've never taken a vacation, so I have a lot of time saved up," I said. "Additionally, I have a fair amount of money saved up. I know I'm staying with Bella and I intend to chip in my fair share. Finally, I've spoken with my sister and well, she reminded me of a few things that I long since put to the side. I am a classically trained musician and a bit of a computer nerd. I started working on a game a long time ago and well, a local company sniffed around for it and I went to get back into it."
"Are you done, Daddy?" Bella asked flatly.
"Not quite," Charlie said. "Do you love my daughter?"
"Sir, I love Bella with every bone in my body. When we met, I was in a dark place and she honestly was the shining light that brought me home. She's smart, beautiful, witty, sarcastic, and perfect…for me. Is our relationship unconventional? Yes, but it's us and nothing and I mean nothing will ever take her away from me. The only way that I leave or we break up is if she tells me she doesn't want me anymore."
"Which will be never," she chimed in, kissing my cheek.
"To put it bluntly, sir, Bella's it for me," I said, looking her father in the eye.
"One final question," Charlie said, tenting his hands. "You straight?"
"Unequivocally."
"Good, because I don't want a repeat of the last wedding."
BPOV
"DADDY!" I shrieked. Some restaurant patrons glared at me. "Stop it!"
"What? It's a valid question," Charlie said, giving me a pointed look. "Edward is very pretty and…"
"Pretty?" I choked. "Edward, I'm so sorry. You're not pretty."
"I'm offended," he smirked.
"Shut up. You're handsome, gorgeous, ruggedly doable," I sputtered out. "Not pretty. What does that have to do with anything, Dad?"
"Tyler was pretty. Tyler was gay," Charlie said, arching a brow.
"Tyler had more beauty products than a drag queen," I deadpanned. "Edward, how many beauty products do you have?"
"I don't own any beauty products," he chuckled. "I have some hair gel, cologne, aftershave and shaving cream. That's it."
"Tyler had a skin care regime, Daddy. He went for a facial every week. He had manicures and pedicures and waxed his eyebrows. Do these brows look waxed to you?" I shoved Edward's face toward my dad.
"No, but sweetie, I can pluck the slight monobrow you've got going," Renee said as she rubbed between Edward's eyes.
"MOM!" I spat. "Leave him alone." I pulled Edward back and kissed him sweetly. "You're perfect." Then I noticed he did have a slight monobrow.
"You can have at it once we get home, gorgeous girl," he snickered.
"Okay, thank you," I said. "Are you done with your interrogation, Charlie?"
"I suppose," he mumbled. "Be warned, though, Edward. You hurt my daughter or you suddenly decide you like men, I will shoot you in the ass or deport you back to wherever you came from. Got me?"
"Yes, sir," Edward said as he threaded his fingers with mine. "I can assure that I will never, ever like men like that. I'm cool with people being gay but it's not for me. In regards to hurting, Bella, I could never do that either. I love her too much."
"Good," Charlie said gruffly. He waved his hand and demanded the check. "I can tell you're a good guy and I'd hate to shoot your ass."
"Oh, Dad," I moaned, covering my face.
"What? Tyler should be grateful that I didn't aim my Colt at his balls, Isabella Marie," Charlie spat, signing the credit slip with a little too much force. "He did the right thing in paying for his half of that too big apartment and forking over the money for the wedding, but it doesn't negate the fact that my baby girl was hurt because he was a pussy."
"Charlie, language," Renee chided.
"What? Would it have been too difficult to say something prior to the wedding?" Charlie grumbled. "Tyler was a pussy, Bella. A coward and a fool, too."
"His loss is my gain," Edward said as he smiled at my dad.
"Damn straight it is," Charlie said. "Now, I'd like to go home and watch some sports, scratch my balls and drink some beer. Maybe, if I feel like it, I may fart." He pushed away from the table, walking stiffly to the exit. My mom was crimson, trying to hide behind her napkin. Edward was chuckling quietly and I was just flummoxed.
Did that really happen?
"I think your father has lost his damn mind," Renee sighed. "Edward, I'm sorry about my husband. Apparently since you're masculine enough, he decided to assert his masculinity or something."
"Assert his masculinity? That was more like asserting his grossness," I said, wrinkling my nose. "Thank you GOD, that you are not that disgusting, Edward."
"Bella, I can assure you that I will never sit in front of the television, with my hand down my pants while watching some sporting event. I'm masculine but I'm not a pig," he chuckled.
"Just don't let my husband hear you say that," Renee said as she got up from the table. She leaned down, kissing his cheek. "Welcome to the family, Edward."
"Shall we?" Edward asked, standing up and holding out his hand to me gallantly. I grinned up at him, lacing my fingers with his and walked to the front of the restaurant. My dad was already starting on his gross habits. His hand was down his suit pants, scratching his ass. Dear. God. How am I related to him?
Charlie drove us back to their home. My mom invited us inside for some coffee but I politely declined. I knew I was tired. From our fight yesterday and lack of sleep, I was dragging my heels. Not to mention that Edward was battling some seriously jetlag as well. He'd been here for a week but still wasn't used to the time change. I hugged my mom, thanking for her for dinner. Edward kissed her cheek and hugged her tightly, whispering in her ear. My mom giggled and nodded. I arched a brow. Edward just gave me a warm grin before kissing my lips. "We're going, Dad," I called to my father.
"Hold up!" Charlie said as he jogged down the stairs. He had removed his suit and was wearing a pair of dad jeans and a flannel. "Edward, do you want to go fishing with me and the boys the weekend after next?"
"Sure," Edward nodded. "What time?"
"O' dark thirty," Charlie smirked. "I'll give you a call later this week to firm up plans!"
"What boys, Dad?" I asked.
"Harry, his son, Seth, Mike Newton and Mike Jr. Maybe you can invite Angela's husband, too?" Charlie mentioned to Edward.
"I'll send him an email. It sounds like fun, Charlie. I'm looking forward to it," Edward said sincerely. Charlie's face twitched up into a small grin. He smacked Edward's shoulder, damn near skipping to the family room and falling into his favorite recliner. With a wave, we left the house and I drove us back to the apartment.
"I'm sorry about my dad," I muttered, blushing crimson.
"Bella, it's fine. You've met Emmett. He's worse," Edward snickered.
"It's still gross," I said. I yawned. "I'm so tired."
"Me, too, gorgeous girl. The nap was helpful but not all that restful," he said, his lips quirked up into a lecherous grin. I smacked his arm playfully. He just snickered, taking my hand into his, kissing my knuckles sweetly. I pulled into the garage and parked my car. We rode up the elevator. We made out in the elevator and thankfully not interrupted by the new security guard that was hired to replace Omar. In my apartment, Edward and I stripped out of our dress clothes and fell into our bed. We made love sweetly before succumbing to exhaustion.
Sunday, we spent the day going through the pictures from the concert. I chose about twenty of them that Edward snapped and was very impressed with his skills as a photographer. Using that as my guide, I began typing my article for the review of the Mumford and Sons concert. I finished in less than two hours (which is unheard of for me) and submitted it to my editor along with the photographs, crediting Edward as the photographer.
On Monday, I went in to work and met with my editor about my piece on Mumford. She was pleased and asked for the contact information for my photographer. I eagerly gave her Edward's name and she said she'd call him for possibly hiring him for other jobs. When I got home from work, Edward said he wanted to take me out for dinner to celebrate his 'job' as a freelance photographer.
Wednesday, I had a package waiting for me in the management office. It was addressed to Edward and was heavy. I had to call him down to carry it upstairs. He tore into it like a kid on Christmas, pulling out a massive laptop, a keyboard and speakers. "What is all this?" I asked, sitting on the floor next to him.
"Yeah, this is me geeking out," he snickered. "I've dabbled in computer game design and I started on an elven game a couple of years ago. A computer gaming company sniffed around but nothing every came of it. I let it drift. Well, I was talking to Alice and she was the one who suggested I get back into it. She sent me my gaming laptop, midi keyboard and speakers so I can continue working on it."
"If you want, you can set it up in the office. I don't really go in there to type. I'm more of a sit on the couch and type girl," I giggled.
"You don't mind? I don't want to take over your apartment," he said, his green eyes regarding me warily. "I mean, I can get my own place if you don't…"
I covered his mouth with my hand. "Hey, stop it. I want you here. You came up here to visit me and in the back of my mind, I knew you'd probably be staying."
"Well, since I'm staying," he began as he put his technology back into the box, "I want to pay for half of the rent, half the utilities and the food."
"Edward," I chided. "I have the money from Tyler. I can use that."
"No. Save it, Bella. I have the cash and I want to contribute," he said, his brow arched.
"You're not going to let this go, are you?"
"Nope."
"Ugh, fine," I relented. "You can start in November. Remember, I've got the next two months of rent waived because of Omar, the asshole." He smiled smugly, picking up the box. "We're not done, Edward."
"I know," he said as he put the box on the couch in his office. "I can talk and assemble at the same time." He pulled out the laptop and keyboard, putting them onto the desk.
I sat down and watched him expertly put together his laptop setup. I looked in the box and saw an envelope addressed to both of us. "I think Alice sent us something," I said, waving the envelope.
"Open it," he said as he plugged in his speakers.
I tore into the envelope and pulled out the letter. Alice told us that she was happy that Edward was staying up in the states. She was also adamant on planning our wedding. Not engaged yet, sprite. In her letter, she also said that she was coming up to Seattle with Jasper around Halloween to visit for a week before heading back to Isle Esme. The last thing she mentioned was us coming down for Christmas on the island.
"Do you think you can do that?" Edward asked as he powered on his computer. "Come to the island for Christmas?"
"Let me see what I can do," I answered honestly. "I took six weeks off for my non-existent wedding. Yes, I did go back a week early, but with my new position, it may be more challenging. I'll talk to Marcus tomorrow."
"I'm certain that my family would be happy if we're down there for a part of the holiday, even for just a few days," he said as he typed his password into the computer, causing it to come to life. "Speaking of holidays, your birthday…"
"Yes," I grimaced, curling up on the couch.
"Why don't you like your birthday?"
"I just don't. It's a cruel reminder that I'm getting older," I grumbled.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better. I'll permanently be three months older than you for the rest of our lives," he snickered, turning around in the desk chair.
"That does make me feel better, thanks," I said, giving him a sardonic grin. "Ya old fart!"
"Nah, that's your dad," Edward laughed. "He called me today and said that he was picking me up at four in the morning next Saturday. That's all sorts of wrong, but I'm looking forward to it. Hopefully he'll grow to like me."
"Edward, he likes you. You're straight," I smirked.
"I think I demonstrated that quite efficiently this morning," he said, giving me a sexy grin. "Back to your birthday, though. It's this weekend and I want to spoil you."
"You do spoil me," I said. "You're here. That's all I need."
"Well, too bad, so sad. I'm still taking you out. You can either help me or I contact my best friend, Google."
"Edward, seriously, you don't need to do anything special for my birthday. I would be perfectly content staying here, drinking some wine and making love on the couch," I said as I got up. "What do you want for dinner?"
"I've got some chili cooking on the stove. If you could make the pasta to go with it; that would be fabulous," he smiled as he turned to his computer, typing quickly on the keys.
"You're searching for something for my birthday, aren't you?"
"I've already got your present, gorgeous girl. I just need to get the locale," he said. "Pasta, woman!"
"You are so stubborn," I giggled.
"So are you, but I love you, baby," he beamed.
xx AIDA xx
Edward was very, very, very, very secretive the next few days. When I was home, he would be overly attentive but as soon as I left, he was working on his computer. I don't know if it was due to his game that he was developing or if it was due to this birthday shindig he had planned. I just let him be and did my own thing. On Friday, though, I received an email from Edward.
To: Isabella Swan
From: Edward Cullen
Date Sent: Friday, September 13th, 2013
Re: Birthday
My gorgeous girl,
As you know, today is your birthday. I'm so excited. You are in for an entire weekend of being spoiled beyond your wildest dreams, Bella. With the help of Paul (seriously, he's a gay Alice. I love him.), I've arranged a spa evening for you. A limo will pick you up from work. Paul, Jessica, Angela and Becca will be joining you. I've monopolized your time and you need some time with your girls. So, as a treat from me, the four of you are enjoying an Ananya treatment at the Ananya Spa. It includes a facial, an hour Swedish massage, something called Coconut Milk and Honey Glow (seriously, no idea what that is…tell me when you get home?) and a mani/pedi. If you want, you can add anything you want (waxing, products or whatever). I've already arranged payment with the manager.
Tomorrow, will be just us, baby. I'm not going to tell you what we're doing, but I am giving you a timeline (as I'll be gone when you wake). Another limo will pick you up at one and take you to the first location. Wear something casual and comfy shoes. I'll have everything else that we will need.
Sunday will be spent with your family (as per your mom). She said she's going to call you. Oh and I did invite her to the spa evening, but she politely refused. She's got a hot date with your dad or something.
I love you, very, very much, my Bella. I hope that your birthday will truly be special.
See you when you get home from your spa night!
Love,
Edward
"Good. You got your man's email," Paul chirped as he sat on my desk. "He's gone all out, chickadee."
"Do I even want to know how much he's spent?" I asked as I whipped out my phone.
"Give me that," Paul chided as he took my phone away from me. "No yelling at the man who is fucking spoiling you. You will get this back at the end of the night."
"Edward told you to babysit me, didn't he?" I asked, quirking a brow.
"Yep. He knew that you'd bitch and moan over him spending money on you. Girl, that man loves you more than life itself. He's willing to give you everything. Which, mind you, is a HUGE fucking step up from the last douche you dated and almost married…thank GOD he dumped you on your wedding day. You've definitely traded up, chickadee. Get. Used. To. Being. Spoiled."
"How did he pull this all together? And in two days?" I squeaked.
"I lent him my car and let's just say your man is quite convincing and can negotiate a smooth fucking deal," Paul smirked. "Including a car for himself. Or was it for you?"
"PAUL!" I wailed.
My friend snickered, kissing my head. "I'll see you at five, bitch. I'll keep this until we're done with our outing."
"Who's to say that I can't call him on the office phone?" I beamed, thinking I was brilliant.
"What's his number?"
My face fell. "Shit."
"Ah, the wonders of technology…killing brains, one cell at a time," Paul giggled, dancing out of my cube.
With a low growl and a glower, I turned to my computer.
To: Edward Cullen
From: Isabella Swan
Date Sent: Friday, September 13, 2013
RE: Re: Birthday
You. Are. In. Trouble.
Big. Trouble.
HUGE!
Love you,
Bella
I sent it and went back to work. I was researching some things for an article that I was working on with Patricia. She was still kicking. However, she looked very uncomfortable and was probably going to take her maternity leave early if her doctors don't force her to do so due to some medical condition. Based on how cranky and her level of discomfort, I'd tell her to go now but she's on the warpath, determined to stay as long as she could.
I worked and researched until Paul dragged me away from my computer. I loaded up my bag, following him down to the main level of the building. Parked outside was a white stretch Hummer. "Lose the bitch face, Swan. You're secretly enjoying this. When was the last time you were spoiled within an inch of your life?"
"Uh, never," I snickered.
"Tyler did anything special for your birthday?" Paul asked, his blue eyes sad.
"Fuck no. We'd go out for dinner and he'd get me a card. If I was lucky, he'd take me to a movie that he wanted to see," I snorted derisively.
"Then, why are you complaining about what Edward's doing for you? Do you want to go back to what you had with Tyler?" Paul pressed, his arms folded over his chest.
"No, but…"
"But, nothing! Bella, you finally have a guy you deserve. He treats you like the princess you are and you are going to enjoy it, damn it!" Paula laughed. "For the love of God, so am I. Come on, chickadee. Let's you zenned out, buffed, waxed, and beautified for your man."
I shot him a look.
"You realize that this spa excursion is purely for his benefit. Yes, you get some relaxation but in the long run, he gets a bare pussy and a horny girlfriend."
"Paul!"
"What?! I speaketh the truth. Don't deny it. Ready, Bella?" he asked, linking his arm with mine.
"Yeah," I replied, looking at the hummer. "This is kind of nice."
"Kind of?"
"Okay, really nice."
Paul squealed and dragged me into the car. Jessica, Angela and Becca were all inside, drinking champagne. When I settled into the car, everyone shouted 'Happy Birthday!' I grinned, deciding to enjoy this. Paul poured me a massive glass of champagne.
"I propose a toast for all of us girls," he said, really laying it on thick with his effeminate lisp. "To Bella and to having the best boyfriend in the history of all boyfriends! He spoils her friends as much as he spoils his girl."
"Here! Here!" Jessica cheered.
"So, what did you think of your surprise, Bella?" Angela asked, sitting next to me.
"She was ready to spit nails," Paul snickered.
"Shut up!" I glowered playfully. Paul blew me a kiss and turned to talk to Becca. "I was shocked, Ang. I mean completely flummoxed. He's planned this entire weekend for my birthday in two days' time. I was hemming and hawing about it; procrastinating over the celebration and Edward waved this magic wand. Voila! Spa night for us, something tomorrow for the two of us and with my family on Sunday."
"Do you know what's going on tomorrow?" Jessica asked as she poured herself another glass of champagne.
"Nope. I just know that I need to be ready to go by one, wearing some comfy clothes," I answered.
"Are you going to wear jeans?" Paul deadpanned.
"Probably," I replied, arching a brow.
"Bitch, do you not learn?! I love you, Bella, but I swear you're fashion-challenged," Paul griped. "Wear a skirt. Easy access."
"I'll stick with jeans," I said quickly, remembering our argument over public sex at the Mumford concert. I didn't want to push him. Edward was trying to be different and me acting like a slut wasn't going to help anything.
Angela put her arm around me, giving me a look. "Something happened, didn't it?" she asked.
"I'd prefer not to say," I grumbled. She arched a brow. "I made an ass of myself and we had an argument. I don't want him to feel uncomfortable or pressured."
"Bella, wear a skirt," Jessica encouraged. "It's still cute and casual. A jean skirt with a sex top and jacket. You'll be fine."
"You all won't stop, won't you?" I sighed.
"Nope," they all responded.
"Fine, I'll wear a skirt."
"Excellent, then we can add legs and bikini waxing to your beauty booty," Paul said, clapping his hands. I scowled at him and downed my glass of champagne. A half hour later, we arrived at the spa. We were separated to change into some fluffy robes and escorted to private rooms for a Swedish massage first. I met with my masseuse. She told me to remove my robe and lay face down on the table. Every inch of my body was worked over, massaged and stretched by her expert hands. I think I even dozed for a few minutes as she worked my legs.
After my massage, I went into another private room to have all of the goodies waxed. I grumbled about that, but I knew Edward would appreciate smooth girlie bits. The next stop was the Coconut Milk and Honey Sugar Glow treatment. My entire body was exfoliated using this mixture of raw sugar cane and essential oils or something. The aesthetician tried to explain it but I really wasn't that interested. It smelled good and it was making my skin baby smooth. I probably should have paid attention since Edward asked me to tell him what it was, but I was too blissed out to really care.
Once I was done with all of my treatments, I went back to the locker room to put my work clothes back on for the manicure/pedicure. The girls were already in the mani/pedi room sipping on some more champagne and nibbling on chocolate covered strawberries. The nail tech asked me to choose my colors. I decided on a watermelon glitter shade for my toes and a dark purple with some glitter on the ring finger. I climbed onto the pedicure chair next to Becca. We hadn't spoken much since that one night out with Edward and everyone.
"Hey girl," I said as I put my feet into the water. "How are you doing?"
"I'm good," she said, giving me a warm smile. "Work's keeping me busy. So is Jimmy."
"How is he? Tell me about him," I said, my voice filled curiosity. "Where'd you meet? All that jazz."
"Well, I meet him online. I decided to try this online dating site and he sent me an email. I checked out his profiled and he seemed nice. Good looking, too," she blushed. "He just moved to the Seattle area after an extended stint in Chicago for work. However, he hated his job and found something better suited to his personality here in Seattle."
"What does he do?"
"He used to work with a bigger company, planning events and corporate seminars or something. Now, he's the head of a smaller company that organizes teambuilding and professional development for locally owned businesses. It's really kind of interesting. It's perfect for him since he's very particular on he does things. The fact that he's in charge suits him just fine," Becca chuckled.
"How does he treat you?" I asked.
"Nothing like Edward treats you," she laughed. "Jimmy is kind and a bit controlling, but nothing I can't handle."
"Controlling?"
"He is a very type-A personality. He likes things to be perfect. But, he treats me well. He said he loved me. I love him, too."
"Becca, I'm happy for you but if there's anything you need, don't hesitate to call me," I said as I reached for her hand.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, her face frowning deeply.
"Exactly what I said. Becca, if you ever want to talk…" I trailed off. Her eyes deadened and she pulled her feet out of the pedicure bath. "What are you doing?"
"Jimmy said you wouldn't understand. None of you," she ranted as she pushed her feet into her shoes.
"Whoa," Angela said as she held out her hands. "Becca, what are you talking about?"
"Bella thinks I need something," she sneered. "That I need to talk. Jimmy is a good man, Bella. He's straight, too."
"Low blow, Bec," Paul growled. "What crawled up your ass and died?"
"This was a mistake. I should have just stayed home with Jimmy," she said as she stomped out of the spa.
"What the fuck just happened?" Jessica asked, wiggling her wet fingernails.
"Becca had a meltdown," Paul said. "I don't get it, nor do I like it. This Jimmy dude seems like a douchebag. He's changed Becca from this sweet girl into that."
"Jimmy sounds like my friend, Alice's ex-boyfriend. He beat the shit out of her and tried to snuff out her flame," I said, my brows furrowing. "His name was James and as far as I know, he's in jail in New York or Chicago. I don't remember."
"Jimmy is a nickname for James," Jessica said. "Maybe he's the same guy."
"James is in jail for another couple of years." I sat down and the nail tech finished my pedicure while another tech worked on my fingers. The conversation stopped after Becca's abrupt departure. I didn't know what to think of it. Okay, let me rephrase, I knew what to think of it but I hated what had happened. Jimmy obviously was swaying one of my best friends and I didn't like it.
The time at the spa had come to an end. I just needed to sign the form, stating that we received all of the treatments that Edward had purchased. I asked for a copy of the receipt, but the woman wouldn't give it to me. She informed me that it would be emailed to Edward. She also handed me a bag. I looked inside, seeing the complete line of skin care and several bottles of nail polish. She explained that it was a part of my birthday present. I tipped her and the rest of the crew that worked on me a hundred bucks, despite Edward's insistence on paying for everything.
The rest of us went to a little café, eating a very late dinner. Paul paid for us all, since we were his dates. During dinner, Angela tried to text Becca. She never responded. The earlier feeling of happiness had dissipated and a morose, sad feeling enveloped our little group. We went back into the limo and one by one, we dropped everyone off. I was the last one, staring out of the window as the city of Seattle flew by.
The limo pulled up to my apartment. Edward was waiting by the curb, holding a bouquet of pink flowers. The limo stopped and he opened the door for me. "For you, my birthday girl," he said as he kissed me softly. His hand cupped my jaw and he slid his tongue into my mouth. I whimpered quietly. He pulled back, smiling at me warmly. "Am I still in trouble?"
"No," I breathed.
He kissed me again, staring into my eyes. "What's wrong? You seem troubled."
I wrapped my arms around his neck, burying my nose into his shoulder. "I'll tell you upstairs, just hold me for a moment?"
"Anything, baby," he cooed. The driver approached Edward. My man signed the paperwork, giving the driver a tip before helping me up to our apartment. He carried my bag of goodies while I held the bouquet, inhaling the fragrant blooms. The ride up to the apartment was quiet. I just nestled against Edward. His arm that wasn't holding my bag was wrapped around my waist. We walked to the door and went inside. He put the bag down and I placed the flowers onto the table in the dining room. He was following behind me. Once I centered them on the table, I fell into his arms, clinging to him. "Talk to me, gorgeous girl. What's wrong? Why are you sad on your birthday?"
"Before I tell you why, I want to thank you for tonight. I've never had anyone do that for me. You make me feel so special," I whispered.
"It's because you are special," he said, brushing my hair away from my face. "So special, gorgeous girl. I love you so much and I will spend the rest of my days showing you how much I love you and how special you are." I wrapped my arms around his neck. "My sweet girl, what's wrong?"
"Hold me, Edward," I whimpered.
He picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. I clung to him, kissing his neck softly as he walked us to the bedroom. Sitting down on the bed, he cupped my face. "What is it, Bella? You're not normally this clingy. Not that I mind, but I want to know why."
"Becca and I got into a fight. Well, she got into a fight with all of us," I explained. "It was while we were getting our manicures and pedicures."
"Let me see, love," he chuckled, taking my hands. "Very nice." He flipped my hands and kissed my palms.
"Thanks," I giggled.
"Back to Becca," he said, wrapping his strong arms around my waist.
"She got all defensive when I said for her to call me if she needed anything about her boyfriend. He sounds like a douche and half," I grimaced. "She said that he's kind of controlling. I don't like that, Edward. Becca has been burned left and right by guys and this guy may take the cake, if he's anything like I expect. Honestly, he kind of sounds like James that Alice dated in Chicago."
"He's in jail," Edward said, a frown crossing his features. "He's not due to get out for a couple of years."
"That's what I said but it does sound similar," I said, pursing my lips. "I'm afraid for her, Edward. I don't want her to experience what your sister did. I don't know. Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions or I'm crazy or…"
"Or you're worried about your friend. Bella, you've got some pretty strong instincts about a person's character," Edward said, kissing my lips. "You saw through my bullshit and brought back the good guy who disappeared for nearly a decade."
"Edward, despite your horny ways, you were always a good guy," I chided.
"Not many would agree with you," he snorted, arching a brow. "Being with you, talking with you and forming a relationship with you broke down the walls surrounding my heart."
"When did that happen?" I asked, brushing his hair away from his face.
"The night of the storm," he answered simply. "You were so afraid and you needed me. You were the first woman to sleep in my home besides my family. You also were so vulnerable, that I couldn't help but become enamored with you and your innocence. When you fell asleep on my leg, my heart began healing. I watched you sleep and how you held onto me, thinking that I'd keep you safe. Then, you groped me."
"I did?"
"Yep. You rolled over and your hand reached for my junk, squeezing lightly. I groaned and deposited you into the guest bedroom, but secretly, I wanted you in my room. I wanted to hold you all night," he blushed. "Unfortunately, I was still 'Slutward' and you probably would have kneed me in the balls if I'd done that."
"Probably," I giggled. "But, now, I can't imagine sleeping without you."
"Hmmm, me neither love," he said, kissing my lips tenderly. His eyes grew sad. "I'm sorry that you fought with Becca. I hope that you aren't right about Jimmy."
"Me, too," I said. "As much as I'm upset about our disagreement, I'm not going to let it upset me. It's my birthday and for the first time ever, I'm enjoying it."
"I'm glad. Tomorrow, you'll enjoy it more," he smirked.
"Are you telling me anything?"
"Nope. You need to be ready to go by one and the limo will take you where you need to be," he snickered, kissing my neck gently. Suckling on my skin, he growled. "You smell good, baby."
"It's that Glow thing you got me," I breathed, threading my fingers into his hair.
"What is it?" he asked, keeping his mouth on my neck.
"Some body exfoliator or something like that," I panted. "Don't stop."
"I'm going to stop because tomorrow night, I intend on making you come in as many ways as possible. I need you to save your energy reserves, gorgeous girl," he said, kissing my mouth.
"Please? One orgasm?"
"Insatiable, Swan." He moved me from his lap and tossed me some pajamas. "Let's go to bed. To sleep."
Party pooper.
xx AIDA xx
I woke up the next morning to an empty bed, but I expected it. On Edward's pillow was a birthday card. I sat up and tore open the envelope. I took out the card and flipped it over. The card was yellow with a vintage feel to it. The picture was a woman with red lips, holding a cake. The greeting said, 'So many candles, so little CAKE!' Opening the card, Edward's neat script adorned the inside.
You know I'm kidding, right? I'm not acting like a jackass. I just thought the card was funny in light of our recent conversation of how I'm older than you. By three whopping months! I'll turn thirty before you…fifty…a hundred and eight!
But it doesn't matter since, we'll celebrate each birthday together. You know you're it for me, right? Now that I've found you, I'm never letting you go, gorgeous girl. Forever doesn't seem like enough time together, Bella…
Okay, I'm turning into a cheese.
Anyhow, your first present for today is located in the bathroom. Alice suggested it. You'll get your second present in the limo to the first part of our date.
I love you more than you could possibly imagine, my wonderful girl.
Happy birthday,
Edward 'Cheese' Cullen
"You are a cheese," I snickered. I got up out of bed and padded to my bathroom. Sitting on the counter was a large, tan hobo bag. There was a small envelope next to it. Edward explained that he transferred all of my regular purse items to my new bag. I peered inside, noting that Edward did a great job. Yawning, I went through my morning routine of peeing, brushing my teeth and hopping into the shower. Once I was finished with my shower, I put some mousse into my hair to make it curly and sexy. Then, I decided to go in search of breakfast food.
Can I just share that having Edward living with me is awesome? I haven't had to go to the grocery store since he's arrived. He does all of the grocery shopping. AND he gets all of the good shit. On the counter in the kitchen was an array of breakfast foods: bagels, donuts, fresh coffee, fruit, and a sticky note on the fridge for yogurt. I made myself some breakfast, sipping coffee and reading the newspaper that was left next to the breakfast food. It was a lazy morning but I missed Edward. I wondered what he was doing.
Shortly after noon, I got dressed. I put on a skirt (with a saucy thong underneath) and a lingerie inspired camisole on top. To keep it PG, I slipped on a black blazer and a pair of black ballet flats. My makeup was carefully applied and I made sure I had my cell phone and camera. I wanted to remember today. But, I couldn't find my little point and shoot camera. I definitely didn't want to bring the 'Beast.' I sent Edward a text.
Have you seen my camera? The little one? – B
I've got it. Enjoy your morning? – E
Very much but I missed waking up with you. You are the best snuggle partner! – B
I'm too skinny. You're better. You've to the best breasts to snuggle on *waggles brows* - E
O.o – B
Don't deny, baby. I love your boobs – E
No, those were my boobs. The right one is smaller than the left *snorts* - B
OH! The limo's here. You're sure you have my camera? – B
Yes, dear – E
Don't make me pummel you with my new purse. Thank you, by the way. It's really cute and so soft – B
I'm glad you like it. See you soon. Love you, gorgeous girl – E
Love you more, cheese – B
;-) – E
I grabbed my purse, keys and stuffed my cell phone into my bag. I practically skipped down to the lobby, waving at the weekend security guard. The same stretch Hummer was waiting outside for me. The driver smirked, handing me a pink gift bag. "Happy Birthday, Miss Swan. Mr. Cullen wanted me to give you this."
"Thanks," I beamed. He helped me into the car and I tore into the bag. Inside, there was a pink camera. It was an upgrade from my old point and shoot. Plus, it was pink. I turned it on and saw that it was fully charged and loaded with a massive memory card. I dug around in the bag and found a small, plain card.
I upgraded your camera. The Beast is great for work, but for fun you needed something adorable AND reliable. Plus, they had the camera in pink, your favorite color.
Happy birthday, my Bella.
Love, Edward
"He really does spoil me," I chuckled. As the limo drove away, I fiddled with the phone, learning its nuances. A half hour later, the limo stopped. Looking out the window, I saw that we were at Alki Beach. The limo driver helped me out of the car, handing me another note.
Follow the pink roses…
"Thank you for toting me around yesterday and today," I said, reaching into my purse for a tip.
"It's been covered, Miss Swan. Enjoy the rest of your day," he grinned. I nodded and looked for the pink roses. They were easy to find, lying on the ground. I picked them up as I walked, noticing that the thorns were pruned away. Tucked in a secluded corner of the beach was Edward, a large blanket and a massive picnic basket. He was holding another bouquet of flowers, grinning crookedly.
I walked swiftly to him and smiled. "You did all this?"
"And more," he said, handing me the rest of the flowers. Leaning down, he kissed my lips sweetly. "Happy birthday, Bella. You look so beautiful."
"Thank you," I blushed. "You said casual but Paul and the girls insisted I wear a skirt."
"Well, I happen to love it," he said, smiling wolfishly as he stared at my legs.
"How did you manage to get this secluded corner of the beach? This place is usually packed with kids and families," I said as I walked over to the blanket. He helped me sit down and sat behind me, his legs around my body. His arms were wrapped around my waist. I cuddled back in his embrace. "You never answered me."
"Sorry," he snickered. "I was just excited to have you in my arms." He kissed my neck, gently licking along the curve where my neck met my shoulder. "So beautiful," he whispered.
"Seduce me later, Edward," I giggled. "I'm a sure thing."
"Oh, really?" he snorted. "Who's to say I am?" I rolled my eyes, picking up his hand and kissing his palm. I arched a brow at him. "Okay, I am. Back to your question, I contacted the park district to ask about parks that were nearby for picnics and stuff. I'm not really familiar with the area. The woman said that this beach was originally reserved for a wedding today but the couple backed out due to some unforeseen circumstances. I asked if anyone had reserved it or if it was open to the public. She explained to me that it had just happened the day prior and it hadn't been made public yet. I gave her a donation and booked it for the afternoon, for us."
"Edward, you shouldn't waste your money like that," I chided. "I know you're not working…"
"Trust fund baby. I haven't dipped into it ever and I've got enough to live off of for the rest of my life. Hell, you could even live off of it and be completely fine. Besides, it's your birthday and you deserve to be spoiled, gorgeous girl," he said as he tightened his hold around my waist. "I love you so much and it feels amazing to spoil someone."
"You're never going to stop, are you?" I asked, turning in his arms.
"Probably not," he smirked. Gently, he ran his fingers down my cheek. "Get used to it, Bella. I will spend the rest of my life ensuring that you are happy. You've been denied so much happiness because of your douchebag ex-fiancé and every other guy who let you go. It started when you said yes to me to go on our date in Rio and will continue forever." He leaned in to kiss me, sliding his tongue between my lips. I moaned and threaded my fingers into his hair. He pulled away, chuckling lowly. "Let's eat some lunch before we start making out like horny teenagers, baby."
"And making out is a bad thing?" I snickered.
"Never, Bella," he said, kissing my nose. "I just don't want either one of us to get sick since tonight is important."
"What's tonight?" I asked.
"I'll tell you after we eat," he replied. He opened the picnic basket and laid out various meats and cheeses along with crackers, savory vegetables and fresh fruit. Next, he took out a bottle of white wine and two wine goblets. My eyes widened. How did he get those here without breaking them? He clinked them together, demonstrating that they were plastic. He opened the wine and poured each of us a glass. "To my beautiful girlfriend on her birthday."
"Day after my birthday," I corrected, giving him a wry grin. "Here, you've got long arms. Take a picture of us." I handed him the new camera. I snuggled close to him and he kissed my cheek as he snapped the photo. "Another one," I whispered. I turned, staring into his eyes. He snapped that one and additional one with us kissing. I flipped the camera, looking at the first pictures taken with it. We were nauseatingly in love and it was amazing.
"I want that picture for my desk," he said, pointing to the one where we were staring into each other's eyes.
"Kay," I breathed, looking at him. "Thank you, Edward. This is amazing…"
"You are amazing, gorgeous girl," he grinned. "Now, I don't know about you, but I'm starved. I was running around all morning, setting all of this up and didn't get a chance to eat, really."
"Running around using what car?" I asked, arching a brow.
"Didn't Paul tell you? I got my driver's license for Washington State and picked up a new vehicle."
"What kind of car?" I pressed. Had Paul mentioned it? I don't remember…then again, I'm kind of miffed about Becca and her blow up. I could have honestly forgotten.
"One with four wheels," he teased. "You'll see when we finish up with our picnic, Bella." I rolled my eyes and dug into the gourmet spread in front of me. (After I took a picture of it; it was picture perfect.) Lunch was delicious and Edward and I took turns feeding each other. Yes, we were that couple. We finished our meals and relaxed. Edward was laying and I was spooned in front of him, using his arm as a pillow. "You know, I'm glad you wore a skirt, my Bella."
"Why?" I asked, looking back at him.
"Because, I can have some fun with you," he smirked.
"What about our argument?" I questioned, furrowing my brow.
"This is different," he said, pursing his lips. "Bella, at the club, I felt like I was taking something from you. Yes, you asked for it, but it didn't feel like we were making love. I want to always make love to you. What we did in the club was fucking and it felt empty, cold and like something I would have done with one of my random skanks. You are far more special than that. Do you understand?"
"Not really," I said as I turned to face him. His hands glided up and down my sides. His eyes were warm, filled with love and contentment. Soon, his hand was pressed to my cheek. I leaned into it, still slightly confused.
"Bella, I couldn't do this in the club. I couldn't show you how much I love you," he whispered. "In there, it was a race to get each other off before we got arrested. Now, we're alone and I can cherish you."
"On a public beach," I deadpanned.
"If you don't want me to, I won't," he said as he kissed down my neck, nipping lightly behind my ear. "I'm content just being close to you. However, it would make me happier to be closer."
"We're not making love on a beach, Edward," I said breathily as his lips found my sweet spot just below my jaw.
"But, I can feel your sweet pussy," he growled lowly, his hand moving up my leg. "I bet you're wet, gorgeous girl. Are you?"
"Getting there," I whimpered. "I'm still confused but too turned on to care."
He laughed lowly, continuing his sensual assault on my neck. His hand was gliding along my leg, moving closer and closer to my inner thigh. "Hmmmm, sit up, baby. Put your legs on either side of my body. The only man who will see your pussy is me."
I sat up and moved so I was cradled in between his legs. My legs were wrapped around his waist, with my ass on the blanket. "Spread your legs a little more, baby," he commanded, looking between my thighs. I shimmied my skirt up and my panties were on display. "Sheer lace. Very sexy, love."
"I wore them for you," I breathed. His verdant gaze moved to mine and he grinned crookedly. "Kiss me, Edward. Please, put your mouth on me."
"You don't need to ask, baby. I'll always kiss you. Always love you," he murmured, brushing his lips against mine. His hands were caressing my outer thighs as he languidly kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth. Slowly, his fingers moved between my legs and he massaged my pussy through my panties. "Fuck, Bella. You're drenched."
"Clandestine, outdoor finger fucking…sure fire way of getting me drenched," I snickered.
"I haven't fucked your pussy with my finger yet," he said as he continued his torturous assault on my pussy lips through my panties with his fingers. "Oh, baby, tonight…I can't wait until tonight. I wish I could slide in right now, but getting arrested for indecent exposure would be bad."
"Good thing I'm already fucking close," I breathed against his lips. "Move the panties, Edward. I want to feel your skin against mine."
He hooked his finger along my panties and shoved them to the side. My bare pussy lips were on display for him and he growled, seeing my glistening pink folds, aching for his touch. "Completely bare, love?"
"I wanted to try something new," I shrugged. "Touch me, Edward. Please?"
"Like this?" he asked, caressing my inner thighs. I moaned, spreading my legs further apart. If he didn't get to touching or finger fucking, I was going to go to town. "Hmmm, my needy girl. I can see how much you want this. What about this?" His finger circled my clit. I whimpered, looking up at him. "You like that? Do you want me to play with your clit until you scream my name?"
"Yes," I panted.
"Do you want me to dip my finger inside of your wet pussy?" he pressed, continuing his slow circles on my clit. "Curling them until you gush your release?"
"Oh, fuck," I spat, tightening my hold onto his hair. "YES!"
"Do you want ride my hand like you ride my cock?" he said darkly, his fingers sliding between my pussy lips and just inside of my entrance. I bucked against his hand. "You do? Fuck my fingers, Bella. Rock your hips on my hand." Three of his fingers easily slid inside of me and I rocked against his hand. His fingers were curled inside, pressing that sweet spot that made me explode. "That's so fucking hot, Bella. Your body is singing for me, baby. Use me, Bella. Come all over my hand. Cover me with your release."
"Fuck, I love your dirty mouth," I mewled.
"I'll show you a dirty mouth tonight, Bella," he said, watching me fuck his hand. "God damn, Bella. I've never seen you this wet."
"Hmmmm," I said, looking at where he was touching me. My arousal was pouring out of me, coating his hand. "If I'm this wet, you wouldn't need lube if you took me in the ass, baby."
"You still want that?" he asked, pressing his thumb on my clit. I yelped in ecstasy. "You want me to fuck you in the ass?"
"Yes," I panted. "Holy shit, I'm so fucking close. I need more, Edward." His hand began pounding in me, curling and the sounds of our moans and my pussy surrounded us on our tiny slice of the beach. "Oh, GOD! Ohhhhhh, GOD!" I yelled, burying my face in his shoulder.
"Give it to me, Bella. Come on, baby. That's my girl," he urged. "So fucking hot. Baby, I can feel you coming around my fingers. Don't stop. Come for me, Bella."
My eyes clamped shut as my pussy clenched around his fingers. My fingernails dug into his neck as I let out a nearly silent scream. My body quaked from the power of my orgasm and I fell forward against Edward's chest. He slowly stopped pumping in my body and removed his fingers from my pussy, righting my panties. He raised his hand to his lips, suckling his fingers with a guttural growl. "Better than lunch."
"Jack ass," I giggled, moving closer to him and wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Seriously, I could feast off you, Miss Swan," he said, holding me to his body. "Eventually, I will. Now, we probably should clean up and head to our next location."
"Hold up, you said that number one, you'd tell what kind of car you got and number two, what was up for the rest of the day," I chided.
"Well, for the first one, help me clean up and you'll see what I got. As for number two, I still want to keep it a surprise for a bit longer. I will tell you that we aren't going home tonight and that I've got something special for you to wear where we're staying," he smirked.
"Do I need to dress up?"
"Dress up? Yes. It's all been arranged, gorgeous girl. Trust me," he said, kissing my lips softly. We untangled ourselves. I did notice a slight damp spot on the blanket from where I came. I blushed crimson, feeling incredibly embarrassed that I had done that. "Stop," he whispered. "Do you know how sexy it was to see you lose control like that?"
"It's sexy?"
"Very much so and I want to see you do that again," he purred, brushing my hair away from my face. "I want to taste you. I want to feel you. I want it all with you, my Bella. Do not be embarrassed by this. I loved it. I loved that I was able to make you that aroused." He hugged me to his chest and I snuggled with my ear above his heart. He hummed happily before kissing my head. We broke apart and finished putting the items back in the basket. Edward shook out the blanket, folding it up. He handed the blanket to me and together, we walked to the parking lot.
There was only one car in the lot: a bright red Chevy Camaro with black rims and black accents. "Dayum," I squealed. "This is yours? I saw it in the garage parked near my Volvo, but I thought it was a visitor."
"Yes, this is mine. You like?"
"I love. It's so sexy," I grinned. "Totally you."
"It was a splurge, but I do love it."
"Can I drive?"
"No," he snickered. "I don't want to divulge our next stop just yet. The night is still young, Bella."
"What else do you have planned?" I asked, arching a brow at him.
"Only the best for my girl. Do you trust me?" he replied, quirking his brow, mirroring my expression.
"Undoubtedly. I love you," I breathed, moving closer to him.
"I love you, too, Bella. Now, I need you to put on this blindfold and it will come into play later on this evening…" he said, handing me a black silk scarf. "You did say you trusted me, right?"
Crap. What is he planning?
A/N: I'm stopping it there. We'll finish up Bella's birthday with the next chapter. We're also going to see Edward bond with Charlie next chapter, too. Anyhow, there are some pictures that go with this. Some are not so appropriate. *Snickers*. The appropriate pictures are on my blog. My inappropriate pictures are on my tumblr. Links for BOTH of them are on my profile. You can also find me on Facebook: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation or on twitter: tufano79. Leave me some loving!