Seven
"So was it good but?" Rosalie leans over the kitchen table smirking at me wickedly.
"Rosalie Cullen," I narrow my glare at her.
She really was the queen of blunt.
"Don't Mum voice me," she smacks the counter with her palm, laughing mischievously, "it was good. Otherwise you wouldn't be so defensive. Was it just once?"
I shake my head looking out at her backyard, watching Gage chase Emmett around with a water gun.
Brielle laughs taking cover behind a tree.
"You still want him after all these years. Admit it… since the weekend how many times have you vibrated," she narrows her eyes at me.
"Rose," I glare at her.
"How many," she shouts.
"Every night," I bury my face into my hands, "just cut it out."
Edward had sent me a few texts since the weekend. He'd dropped us home Sunday and since I'd not stopped thinking about our weekend. He'd called to speak to the kids each day but I'd avoided speaking to him myself, unsure what to say.
Tonight my time would run out but. It was his night on thursdays. He usually has them Tuesdays but this week he had to work late. I also had to address the incident at pre school with his daughter... lord help me!
"Babe. Just admit it. You want him," she looks at me seriously, "stop fighting this. The more you do the more hurt you bring upon yourself."
"He doesn't need me dragging him down," I shake my head.
"No he needs you to lift him up. Which you do," she points at me, "you've taken yourself out of the equation. I respect why but you have to stop punishing yourself. You act as if dating him would leave him homeless."
"It could," I mope.
"Look. If the sex is that good why convince yourself so hard not to do it again. It's good for your soul. He's safe and familiar. Nothing better will come along. What happens when they grow up and your alone," she cups her hands in front of her chest and lets out a dramatic breath, "you need to get laid too. You're so crabby."
"You fucked your husband in front of my kids. I'm not crabby I'm pissed about that," I snapped.
"No… we were all done and preparing for round two," she smirks at me, "besides hugging was easier than 'we were testing the strength of the bed post.'
"Gross," I scrunch my nose up, "your sex life is chaos."
"Least I have one," she teases, "and it's incredible. Last week I couldn't walk."
"Stop it," I shake my head.
"It could be you two. They're brothers after all," she winks at me, "bred by the same racehorse and what not. I think you just need to let down some walls."
"They're. Adopted siblings. Besides what if it just leads to hurt," I say.
"What if it doesn't? What if it makes you happy for once? What if you just let yourself see how amazing you are?" She shrugs.
"I know I'm not worthless. I just know my crowd and it isn't his," I mutter, "I'm the girl from a small town. I'm not caviar and champagne."
"Last time Emmett took me to an event like that I convinced him to fuck me in a supply closet," she smirks, "class is something you can fake babe."
"Why are you such a sex addict," I sigh.
"Have you seen him?" She points at Emmett, now drenched from a water fight he appears to be losing.
"I can't wait for you to have kids," I smile standing, "I have so my corruption payback to dish out."
I walk to the door pulling it open.
"Gage," I shout out, "stop picking on your uncle. We need to go in ten minutes. Your daddy will beat us home if we don't hurry."
"Daddy," Bree gasps excitedly, racing toward me.
Gage turns to her and aims, squirting her dress with cold water. She screams in frustration wrapping her arms around my legs.
Emmett booms with laughter as Gage evilly giggles.
"Corruption payback," I say to Rose over my shoulder as I lift Bree up into my arms, "your husband is a bad influence."
"Mummy. We can have a cookie," Bree points at Rosalie's cookie jar smiling.
"That wasn't really asking," I say, "that was telling."
"May I please have a cookie?" She bats her lashes.
"One," I sigh, "but your brother gets one too."
She rolls her eyes as Rose hands her a cookie from the kids corner she'd set out in the kitchen. Rosalie and Emmett adored babysitting them, asking for them more than I asked them to have them. It takes a village.
"Aunnie Rosie," she smiles at Rose.
"Yes my girl," Rose grins.
"Mummy and daddy had sex hugs," she points at my face.
Rosalie throws her head back laughing loudly, hands on her stomach trying to control herself.
"Stop telling people that," I say, "that's not funny."
"Why is she laughing then?" Bree points at Rose happy with herself.
What have I created?
"Daddy," Gage yells out as he rushes the door, while I'm opening it.
I smile up at Edward.
"Hey beautiful," he smiles at me, "Gage!"
He kneels down, opening his arms as his son crashes into him for a hug. Edward stands holding him in his arms.
I step back letting Edward in, avoiding eye contact. Acting as if he hadn't fucked me sideways over the weekend. Gage pokes at Edward's face giggling.
"They're all ready to go," I smile, "Bree came home with a note from daycare today. I've signed it already."
"Why?" Edward raises an eyebrow.
"Gage. Go and get your toys for dad's," I instruct, "pick just two. You will leave them there and I'm not dealing with that meltdown tomorrow night."
Gage slips from Edward's arms racing up the stairs, calling out to Bree.
"So… there's this little boy named Patrick," I start.
"Absolutely not," he shakes his head, "nope. No way. No boyfriends."
"Calm down," I laugh, "we spent the afternoon at Rosalie and Emmett's and they both agreed it wasn't a huge deal. I had a chat with her already."
"Did Patrick touch my daughter?" He growls.
"No. It was your daughter," I put my hand on his chest, trying to calm him, "Turns out she's just as assertive as her daddy."
"Isabella Swan. What happened?" He looks up the stairs trying to seek her out.
I'd forgotten about my humiliation from the weekend. Slipping into the ease of chatting with him.
"She told him she wanted to do what Mummy and Daddy did last weekend," I stammered out, "because they were playing mummy and daddies. He asked how to play and she pulled down his pants."
Edward cups his mouth in shock, hints of amusement and humour across his face.
"I signed the note and I had a big chat with her about boundaries and adults," I say, "and consent too."
"I caught my parents having sex once. I was never quite the same too," he smirks, "Carlisle told me he was giving mum a massage. But I was 12 and that bullshit didn't work on me anymore."
"Beautiful," I roll my eyes, "his excuse was much better than adult hugs. Probably wasn't best to leave the birds and the bees chat with Emmett."
Edward runs a hand through his hair and nods.
"Hey listen," he smiles down at me suddenly, "I have tickets to this thing tomorrow night. I was going to take Jazz but he is wrecked with the baby. Maybe you could come? I could get my parents to watch the kids?"
Wait? He's asking me on a date?
"A date?" I ask.
"No. Just a thank you," he smiles, "don't read into it."
"Mummy," Bree races down the stairs holding her backpack and barbie, "Gage pulled my hair."
"I did not!" Gage shouts from top of the stairs.
"I'll pick you up at 7," he smiles at me, "instead of bringing them home I'll take them to Esme and Carlisle's after daycare."
"You can get off work that early?" I ask.
"Yep," he nods, "just be ready. Wear something nice."
"Daddy, daddy, daddy," Bree jumps in front of him, hitting his stomach.
He picks her up winking at me.
"Come on," he holds his free hand out for Gage who takes it after hugging my legs.
Leaning into Edward I kiss Bree's cheek.
"Be super good for Daddy," I say, "call me for bedtime."
"Love you more than rainbow," Gage points at me.
Edward smirks at me.
"Let's get you guys to mine and ready for bed," Edward tugs on Gage's hand urging him to walk alongside him.
"Bye," I wave after them.
Once they're in the car I wave to Edward, trying to disguise my palpitations going on in my chest.
"Be ready tomorrow night," he says as he opens his door, "otherwise I'll drag you out kicking and screaming."
"Hot," I laugh.
"Agreed. Hearing you scream for me is sexy," he says.
Just as he calls it out to me my next door neighbour steps outside holding a trash bag. They look at Edward awkwardly. I slap my hand over my eyes, shrinking back into the house.
I can still hear Edward's laugh after I shut my front door
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