Chapter 36: Honeymoon plans and cake tasting

It was the first time Edward went to the vet with Ginger. His mom was the one taking him for shots or whatever he needed. Edward just had an animal, not the problems that came along with it. He should start being careful, because he wanted to take him when he left. Edward hadn't told anyone his decision. He was still thinking if it was a good idea.

The doctor told them that Ginger was okay, but he'd have a bruise and he'd be tender in that spot for a few days. Edward felt bad for being upset with him, but if he hadn't been in the room, he'd probably be with Bella on his desk, right now. The doctor gave them a soothing gel to rub in the cat's skin every night until the check-up in a few days.

After leaving the vet clinic, Elizabeth called to tell Edward to buy gravy for the chicken. Bella didn't want to come inside the store with him, telling him that they couldn't leave the cat alone. He rolled his eyes and went to get the gravy and be done with it.

He was getting tired. The day had been horrible. Tux fitting for over four hours, then trying to clean the room and failing – Edward still had to pick up the mess in the middle of his room – and now, he had to shop.

When they arrived home, Edward took Bella to his room to help him finish cleaning. She told him to sit down and let her do it. In less than ten minutes, the room was spotless and the desk looked better than ever.

"Thanks," he muttered.

"Are you tired?"

"Yeah. I think I'll go to bed after dinner."

"I could go and come back later… but if you wa-"

"Go," he said knowing that if she stayed, his mom would keep her for dinner. Edward felt her cold lips on his forehead then heard the door closing. Ginger jumped on the bed and curled next to his owner. Edward didn't want to fall asleep, but the cat's purring lulled him off anyway.

He woke up to his shoulder shaking and when he cracked an eye open, he saw his mom through bleary eyes.

"Yeah," he mumbled.

"Dinner is ready. Do you want some or would you like to go back to sleep?"

"I'll eat something. Give me a minute."

She smiled and kissed his head then got up and left.

Edward went to the bathroom to splash water over his face to stay awake. When he arrived in the kitchen, he knew why he had woken up. It smelled amazing and his stomach tightened in anticipation. He could almost taste the chicken.

"How did tux fitting go?" His dad asked, cutting his chicken leg.

"Good. It was tiring," Edward admitted, not bothering to cut the leg. He simply bit into it. It always tasted better like this.

"Edward! Use your fork and knife," his mom scolded.

He used the fork for the mashed potatoes, but didn't let go of the chicken leg.

"Did you have a fight with Bella?" His dad gave him an amused look, pointing to his son's cheek.

"That was Ginger." Not like it was below Bella to draw blood, but she wouldn't hurt him like that.

"Oh, the poor thing stayed on the couch the whole afternoon, not moving. What did you do to him?" His mom demanded.

"I told you. We didn't see him and… I chucked something away…."

"How about you go with the truth?" His dad smirked, probably getting off on his son's embarrassment.

Edward's face turned red and he dropped the chicken leg on his plate. How could he tell them what really happened? He didn't even want to add Bella to the mix, because it was she who hurt him.

"There's a scratch on his back. Was it a pencil or something?" His mom asked.

"Buckle," Edward mumbled, not rising his eyes from the plate.

"What was that?" His dad asked, having fun with seeing him embarrassed.

"You heard him, Ed. I don't even want to know what a belt was doing near him," she declared.

"He was cleaning his closet." His dad laughed.

Were they really trying to turn him into a lobster? Edward was close to exploding from embarrassment.

His mom put her hand over his, patting the skin softly. "You'll have to go cake tasting. I can't help you there. What you two like, we'll buy."

Edward's eyes widened and he looked up at her. He had forgotten all about that. "When?"

"This Friday." Luckily, they had a small break from school.

He nodded, returning to his food. He had lost all the enthusiasm. The bride and groom usually ate cake. Holy shit. They couldn't get out of that part, and he didn't want Bella to put an ounce of human food in her mouth at the wedding.

"Have you thought about where you want to go on the honeymoon?"

"Dad, we haven't even set a date for the wedding!" Edward groaned.

"I knew where I was going take your mother on our honeymoon at the end of our first date," he announced proudly.

"Good for you." Maybe, he'd try the zoo. Surely, Bella would love that. He snorted at his stupid thought.

"The beach is always a safe place," his mom said, smiling.

"She doesn't really like it," Edward lied. Actually, she loved the sun from what he had seen the last few times she'd been under the sun. The thing was that she would attract attention with the sparkles. He chuckled, shaking his head.

"You have to think of her favorite thing then…take her there," his dad explained.

He nodded, having no idea where to take her. He'd have to ask Emmett or Jasper where they took their wives.

After eating, Edward went back to his room and changed in his pajamas before he saw the special gel on the nightstand. He cracked the door open and shouted the cat's name. It took less than a minute for him to come, looking expectant.

Edward scooped him up and closed the door then went to his bed, laying Ginger's small body on his legs. "It may hurt a little," he told the cat as he uncapped the gel.

The second Edward touched his finger to the cat's back, Ginger leaped from his lap and took residence under his desk, mewing that he was upset. When Edward approached him, he hissed loudly. He didn't put it past him to claw his eyes out.

"Come on, it won't hurt that bad. I promise."

The cat glared. Try as he might coaxing him to step from under the desk, he didn't move. Edward gave up and left the gel on his desk, wiping his fingers on a tissue before going to bed.

When he woke up, it was pouring outside. He could hear the drops on the roof and on his window. Fantastic. He had promised Jake he'd drop by, but there was no such luck with this weather.

"Are you awake this time?" He heard Bella asking.

"Yeah? Was I awake before?"

"Uh, I'm not so sure. With all the talking, I'm not sure when you're awake or not."

"What did I say, now?" He groaned, propping himself on his elbows and looking around. She was on the rocking chair with a book in her hands and Ginger on her lap. He looked asleep. Bella smirked, and Edward could tell she had a field night.

"You should pay for the free show, you know," he muttered before she could talk.

She laughed loudly. "Well, I'll keep that in mind. You were trying to convince someone that I hate the sun then you were angry with Ginger for unknown reasons and about an hour ago you said you wanted banana muffins – that was so funny, I was sure I'd wake you up with my laughing."

Edward shoved his head into the pillow. "I hate you," he mumbled.

"I love you, too." Bella touched his shoulder, her hair falling over Edward's head.

"Did you put gel on Ginger's back? It doesn't look good."

"I couldn't," he groaned, turning around to face her.

"How hard can it be, Edward?"

"Why don't you try it? He wouldn't stay put! And I like my eyes where they are."

Bella giggled and leaned to kiss him. "You're such a kid sometimes."

He really didn't feel like retorting, especially when she was kissing him like that. Her fingers cupped the hair behind his ears, as her mouth was very insistent over his. He tried to kiss her as some time ago and she moved away an inch, shaking her head.

Bella straddled his lap as they kept kissing, Edward's hands going under her blouse. He loved her skin. It was smooth and cold and just perfect. His fingers slipped under the waistband of her jeans and he cupped her ass, squeezing lightly. Bella moaned, bucking her hips.

"Are we alone?" he asked between kisses and squeezes.

"Yeah." She started working on the zipper of her jeans and he kicked off his sleep pants. The shirts joined the pants on the floor.

They rolled around until Edward was on top. After entering her slowly, he grasped the headboard, waiting to accommodate with her ice cold skin. It was easier every time. Bella moved her fingertips on his back until she stopped at his ass. There was mischief in her eyes. Soon, he realized what she wanted. Her small hand slapped his left ass cheek. Edward collapsed on top of her, groaning. The sting felt good.

"Oh, do you like to be spanked?" she asked curiously.

"More," he moaned, not recognizing his voice.

"I don't want to hurt you and I know you won't stop me."

"Please. Please, Bella."

He started moving inside her while her hand kept touching his cheeks lightly. He'd never thought about this, but it was too good. The stinging was amazing. Edward knew that he wouldn't last if they kept it up, but he didn't want her to stop either. It looked like she was turned on by what she was doing because her walls started gripping his erection tighter and tighter with every spank. Suddenly, both her hands landed on his ass and he groaned, burying himself deep inside her as he came hard. Edward was aware of all his body shaking as he came, but he didn't care. That was the best time he'd had with Bella so far.

"Hey," she whispered in his ear. "Are you okay?"

"Mmmm."

"Good, I thought I'd have to start thinking of what to do with your corpse."

Edward slapped her shoulder half-heartedly. He was far too content to move. Her fingers raked through his hair and he dozed off because next time he opened my eyes, he was alone in bed and there was a note on the nightstand.

It was from Bella, telling him that she had to run out and to call her if he needed anything.

He flopped on his back, putting an arm over his eyes, ready to go back to sleep when he heard the doorbell.

No one else was home. The bell rang again. It was Jake probably, considering he hadn't called to tell him he wasn't going.

"Coming," Edward shouted, getting out of the bed. He tugged back on his pajama pants then went to open the door.

It turned out it was Leah, along with a thousand papers and post it notes. She rushed past him inside, grumbling about him being slow. There was water dripping from her hair. She looked like a drowned rat.

"Hello to you, too," he mumbled, closing the door with his foot. "Can I go back to sleep now?"

"Sleep?" She screeched. "It's noon! There's so much to do!"

"What are you talking about?" He groaned.

"While Bella was trying her dress on yesterday, your mom gave everyone tasks." She beamed.

"And I got stuck with you. Joy." Edward concluded.

She slapped his shoulder, rolling her eyes. "Where do you want to do this? Kitchen or living room?"

She was freaking serious! "Kitchen. I need food and probably coffee."

She spread all her papers on the kitchen table, looking through them, muttering. He brought her a towel for her hair then heated up a cup of coffee and made himself a nice sandwich, jumping on the counter.

"I'm all ears," he declared.

She jumped, startled, as if forgetting he was there. "Good. Good. So, here's the thing." She glanced at him then back in her papers, moving the towel between her black locks. "I am here to help you decide what you want to do on your bachelor party, where you want to go on the honeymoon an-"

"Shouldn't the best man do this?" he asked, confused.

"Don't be difficult. You can talk with a boy about it, but it's better if a girl organizes this."

"Do you mind if I call Emmett or Jasper? Because I have no idea what I'm doing," he told her.

She shrugged, sitting on a chair and scribbling something. Edward went to his room and grabbed the phone. He called Emmett, telling him to come over.

When he returned to the kitchen, he saw Leah petting Ginger.

"What's wrong with him? He looks a little scared," she said.

"Well…there was a little incident yesterday," he explained.

"What did you do to him?"

"Nothing! Bella threw my belt away and…it hit him." It felt good to actually say the truth.

The front door banged to the wall and Ginger jumped a mile, making them laugh. "That's Emmett," Edward said to no one in particular.

He appeared in the kitchen, shooting Leah a scowl then looking at Edward. "I'm here."

"I can hear that," he muttered. "It looks like Mom gave Leah the power to take over the bachelor party."

"And honeymoon," she added, scowling in Emmett's direction.

"But the party is something the guys do. You go help Bella."

Edward shot her a look that meant "See?", she didn't budge.

So they settled to work on the bachelor party. Emmett came up with idiotic ideas like clubs and striptease.

"What? When I get married, Jazz and Carlisle are taking me hunting! Humans like to party," he defended himself.

"You marry just once," Leah told him from the other side of the kitchen. It was funny how they stayed so far apart from each other.

"Actually, I've gotten married seven times and counting. All the times with Rose."

She rolled her eyes then turned to Edward. "So? A club?"

"How about just a night out…anywhere!" He shrugged. "Or nothing at all."

"We're going to find the perfect place. I'll talk with Jasper and come back to you. As for the honeymoon, talk with Esme."

"Why?" Edward asked, surprised.

"She has a present for you." Emmett smirked.

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Friday found Bella and Edward in a bakery in Port Angeles. He was dreading this. They were escorted to a room that held several plates on a long table. The seller told them to taste and then seek her out and tell her which one they wanted. Edward felt better when they were alone again.

Bella inspected the cakes before turning to Edward with a plate in her hand, beaming. "Come here."

"You aren't going to eat, are you?" he asked, shocked.

"No, you are going to eat." She held the fork up to his mouth. He realized she wanted him to eat from her. It felt really intimate. He closed his lips around the fork taking the bite in his mouth.

The cake was smooth and flavored. It tasted delicious. "Is it with fruits?" He wondered, looking on the description from the table.

"Yeah. Wild berries," Bella answered, smiling.

He thought he tasted raspberry but it could have been his imagination. "Can I say we get this one without tasting all of them?"

"No. Here, what about the chocolate one?" she asked, offering him some.

"Chocolate cake." He shrugged. "It's common. I want something else, don't you think it will be better?"

"I don't care, and I promise the others won't care either. This is your field."

Edward groaned, as she took another plate from the table. This piece was pink.

"No way!" He shouted, probably too loudly. "I'm not eating anything pink."

Bella laughed, putting the plate back. She kept offering him different cakes, but he was still thinking of the first one. She seemed to realize that too because she stopped feeding him, going back to that one.

"Are you sure about this?" She scooped another forkful of cake and smelled it.

Edward chuckled, leaning forward to steal the food from the fork. Oh, God. It tasted amazing. They'd need a big one because he might eat alone half of it.

Bella wiped the corner of his mouth with her thumb. "Quit moaning, they'll think we're up to no good."

"I wish you could see how good it tastes," he said, licking his lips and taking the plate from her hands.

"You can't eat it all."

"Says who?" He challenged, polishing the plate. "She'll know what we liked."

After talking with the seller about the cake – it was going to be a three-story tall – they said goodbye and went to his car.

"While you were getting dressed, I talked with your mom," Bella whispered, taking Edward's hand.

"Yeah?"

"She told me that I can sleep over tonight because I have to be there for the Easter brunch."

"So now she pulled the 'you have to' card, because you're part of the family?"

Bella nodded. "But I don't mind. I told you, it will be okay."

"As long as you don't eat…"

"I won't. I promise."


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