Hello, dear readers! I hope you'll excuse my absence. Some things came up in real life, and I needed to handle them. Also, I only have three completed chapters left after this. It's the last nine weeks of school, and things tend to get busy. Updates will probably only be once a week now. I also no longer have a beta after the finished chapters are posted.

When we last met, our good doctor and favorite teacher had just had a dangerous yet passionate evening of lovemaking following their first date. I hope you enjoy this one!

Disclaimer: SM owns Twilight. I have a beautiful new goddaughter.

Chapter 8

BPOV

I woke up Sunday morning feeling totally content. After a wonderful night of lovemaking, I had fallen asleep in Edward's arms. Being with Edward just seemed so natural. We fit perfectly together.

I decided that if I was awake, Edward needed to be as well. I leaned over and lightly kissed him on the lips. He didn't even flinch. I kissed him again, a little harder this time. Edward's eyes popped open, and he returned my kiss.

"I love waking up like that. It's better than an alarm clock," Edward said, smiling.

"I love waking you up like that," I said. "I've got an idea. Let's wake up like this every day."

"Sounds great to me," replied Edward. "You do realize that I'm not letting you go back to sleeping in your bed unless I'm in it."

"I think I can live with that." I smiled and leaned in for another kiss. "So what are we doing today? Should we just stay in bed all day?"

Edward laughed. "As tempting as that sounds, I actually did have plans. I thought we'd go on a little picnic."

"Hmmm, that's very romantic. I like the way you think, Edward Masen." I went to give him a chaste kiss on the lips, but Edward apparently had other ideas. He deepened the kiss, and before I knew it, he was on top of me.

Oh yeah, I definitely loved waking up like that!

After our little morning sexcapade and some hanky panky in the shower, Edward and I got dressed and packed for our picnic. It was a beautiful spring day; the sun was actually out. Edward drove to a nearby park, and we set up our blanket in a secluded spot near the water. Edward pulled out his iPod and speakers, and the sound of Debussy soon filled the air.

Our morning activities had made us hungry, so Edward and I dug into the food we brought. We ate our sandwiches first before pulling out some fruit.

"You know, these strawberries remind me of you," Edward said.

"Oh really? How?"

He brought a strawberry up to his nose and inhaled deeply. It was so hot. "You smell like strawberries. Your scent is quite intoxicating. You also taste just as sweet." He brought the strawberry to his mouth and took a bite. That was hot too.

We fed the strawberries to each other before Edward pulled out a peach. "This peach reminds me of you, too."

"How does a peach remind you of me?" I asked him, slightly confused.

Edward smiled. "It's smooth yet firm. Just like your skin." He took a bit of the peach, and its juice dribbled down his chin. I leaned into him and licked the juice off. Then my tongue worked its way up to Edward's lips. He parted his lips, and our tongues met in a fruit-flavored passion. I began to have a new appreciation for fruit.

I grabbed a banana and smiled mischievously. "This reminds me of you."

Edward raised his eyebrow. "A banana? Do tell."

I ran my hand up and down the banana seductively. "Well, it's long, smooth, and firm. Just like you."

Edward fell back on the blanket, closed his eyes, and groaned. "Bella, you're killing me!" He grabbed me and pulled me on top of him. Our lips crashed together again as Edward's hands began roaming under my shirt.

"Edward," I panted. "We're in a public place. Should you really be feeling me up like this?"

"It's OK. No one's around," he replied. I really didn't want to argue with him, because I was enjoying it too much.

We didn't get too carried away, though, and I was soon lying next to Edward with my head resting on his chest. We lay there like that for a long time, just happy to be in each other's arms. We were perfectly content.

All of a sudden, the classical music playing on the iPod ended, and rap began blaring through the speakers. I gave Edward a confused look, and he looked completely shocked.

"Uh, Edward, why do you have rap on your iPod?" I asked.

Edward gave me a sheepish grin. "Well, um, I . . ., I like rap."

I began laughing hysterically. "I don't believe it! Dr. Edward Masen, classical pianist, likes rap! Edward, you're a G! So tell me, do you have anything by NWA on there?"

Edward didn't say anything, but he didn't have to. The fact that he was as red as a tomato answered my question.

"Oh my, God! Edward! You really do listen to NWA?!" I was now laughing so hard that tears were streaming down my face.

Edward finally spoke. "OK, you found out my secret. I like gangsta rap. What's wrong with that?"

"Edward, it's just wrong on so many levels," I said while shaking my head and trying to control my hysterics.

"Would you prefer it if I listened to polka?" he asked me as I continued to laugh.

"Ewww, no!" I replied. "At least polka fits Emmett's personality. But gangsta rap? Please tell me you don't have a Kangol cap and gold chains stashed somewhere."

"No," he said in a huff. "But yeah, I listen to rap. Sometimes after a long day at work, it relaxes me."

I finally stopped laughing and took Edward's hand. "I'm sorry I made fun of you. It just surprised me, that's all. Actually, I think it's kind of hot."

"Oh really," Edward said raising an eyebrow. "Let's see if you think this is hot." He fast forwarded through the songs on the iPod until he found the one he wanted before lying down again and pulling me next to him.

The song began to play, and I actually recognized it. It was something by LL Cool J and some female singer I didn't know. Edward played with my hair and rapped along with the song.

"It's the first time together and I'm feeling kinda horny

Conventional methods of makin love kinda bore me

I wanna knock your block off get my rocks off

Blow your socks off make sure your G spots soft."

I was still amazed that Edward knew this song. He looked at me with so much love in his eyes, even when he got to the line, "I guarantee shorty it's real, baby stick it out, here comes the man of steel."

When the song was over, Edward leaned over and kissed me. "Did you like that?" he asked.

"I loved it," I told him honestly. "It was rather romantic."

"Bella, will you promise me something?"

"Anything," I said.

"Will you always be my ho?" he asked.

"Always," I said with what I hoped was a sultry look in my eyes. "I promise, as long as you'll always be my pimp daddy. One day I want to be your baby mama."

"I love you so much, Bella," he said, kissing me once again.

We continued to lie there in each other's arms until we decided we'd better pick up Rhododendron from Alice and Jasper's. We were nearly finished packing when some geese came out of the water and approached us.

"Oh, Edward, look at the geese!" I exclaimed, moving a little closer to feed them some of our leftovers.

"Bella, be careful," Edward warned. "Geese aren't always very friendly."

"They're just birds," I said with a shrug. "How bad can they be?"

Edward rolled his eyes. "Didn't you ever see the Hitchcock movie? Birds can be very mean. Don't get too close,"

No sooner had Edward spoken those words when two geese came forward and started pecking at me. "Crap!" I yelled. "Get them away from me!"

Edward rolled his eyes again. "I told you so," he said. Then he began to try and shoo the geese away. That didn't help much because now they were pecking at Edward. "Damn birds! See, this is why you don't have to be kind to all animals!"

One goose was a bit more brazen than the others because it waddled right up to me and bit me on the hand while honking loudly. "Shit! Stupid ass bird!" I yelled.

Edward grabbed my hand and examined it. "It looks OK, but I want to get it cleaned up. Come on, let's go!"

We grabbed our things and ran for the car, successfully losing the geese in the process. Once we were safely in the car, Edward and I looked at each other and began laughing. We couldn't look at each other as Edward drove because we'd start laughing hysterically again.

When we got to Alice and Jasper's, Rho was excited to see us. "Mama! Dada!" she called out as she toddled over to us.

Edward picked her up, and we both kissed her all over. "Were you a good girl?" I asked.

"She was excellent," Alice said. Then she added with a chuckle, "Were you a good girl, Bella?"

Edward and I turned to each other and began laughing again. "Well, Alice, let's just say it was an interesting weekend."