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"Oh, come on," Rosalie crooned, nudging him. "It's his fault for being an intruder in my teddy's house."
"Really, Rose, I'm trying not to vomit at the image of you two having sex, so you can add to that the ridiculous nickname for my brother-in-law."
"He's such an adorable bear, for example, where is he now?"
Bella sighed looking at the time as they started walking towards the car park, it was after midnight. She loved her job, she really did, but on dates like this, being a nurse on Christmas Eve, never left... anything good, at least not for her and the twins. For her job there were no breaks, accidents didn't respect days or schedules. With some luck, she sometimes barely managed to get New Year's Eve, but today? Not even in her best dreams, so, like so many other years. Edward and Emmett spent Christmas Eve, only with the children. So to make up for that, on Christmas mornings, Isabella and her brother-in-law would host a breakfast to share the gifts Santa brought the twins.
"He's with Edward and the children," she whispered, rubbing her chest, feeling overwhelmed.
"You see what an adorable little bear of an uncle he is...?" Suddenly she interrupted herself. "Although maybe he's with the kids, but with Edward, he's definitely not. "Bella frowned, looking at her."
"What do you mean?" Rosalie didn't answer, so she followed her gaze, momentarily out of breath.
Edward was leaning outside his vehicle, and as soon as he saw them, he started walking towards them. No, he wasn't walking. From the way the muscles in his thighs flexed in those tight black trousers with each silent step, he was rather prowling. His body sang with barely contained energy, and Bella shivered in primary feminine response. And then he locked his eyes on her. At that moment she felt a warm sensation come over her. She sighed unconsciously, a long, deep sigh...
Rosalie nudged him gently.
"Bella, at least try not to let it show how much you're in love with this man, okay?"
She blushed, falling completely silent as her mind raced in different directions. In six years, he'd never come looking for her as often as he had in the last few months, no matter if it was Christmas, their anniversary, or whatever. The thought surrounded her heart with a sheet of ice again before she stopped in front of him and looked him straight in the eye. God, he was so beautiful, standing there looking like he'd just stepped out of some magazine, shaking his head, Bella tried to get the image out of her head, reminding herself who he really was, that she was past all that, that you could self-destruct with the same thing just several times and then you were finished...
"Why are you here?" The sharp question this time surprised not only Edward but also Rosalie, who cleared her throat beside her.
"Did Emmett stay at your house with the children?" her friend asked, looking at her husband.
"Yes, he's with them, he asked me to come and get you... he wants you to stay home for breakfast tomorrow." Rose blinked a little dazedly.
"He wants us to... sleep over there?" Edward shrugged.
"I thought it was a good idea, I don't know what Bella says." She blinked a little confused, what did that mean?
"I... I..."
"Why don't you take my car, Rosalie? That way I can go to Bella and ask her a couple of questions." Bella looked as stunned as her friend, but in the end, Rose just shrugged, holding out her hand for the keys.
"I'll see you there," she crooned before leaving her alone in the worst of her nightmares.
"I'm sorry I agreed to let Rosalie stay home, I hope my fucking brother keeps his composure and doesn't... shit," he ran a hand through his chaotic, seductive hair, "I wasn't thinking straight when I agreed, I'll kill him if he has sex near my children, I swear."
Bella laughed, breaking the awkwardness a little.
"No problem, and I'm sorry for my outburst a few moments ago, I..." she shook her head.
"It's all right."
"And... " She nibbled her lip, before looking up at him, "are you planning to stay too?"
She suddenly became nervous, a pang in her stomach at the prospect of sharing a night with him again, what did it all mean? A clap of thunder echoed above them causing Edward to look up, squinting through the large drops that were falling on his face.
"I'm not staying, we have an agreement. Can we get in? I don't want us to get caught in the storm." For some reason, that answer made her colder than the rain. As soon as they got into the car, Edward turned on the heater. "I'm not some kind of teenage boy creating tricks to try to get us back together," he whispered, starting up, "I want to be with you, but I'm never going to force you into that, and I'm never going to provoke situations that end in that."
"For a moment I thought you'd want us to sleep together and everything," she replied sarcastically. And though he tried to hide it, she could see a twinkle in her husband's eyes, Bella pressed her lips together to try not to smile at the thought that it had indeed crossed his mind.
"That would be dreaming too much." The brunette sighed at his response.
The ride home passed in tense silence. Bella felt the atmosphere heavy and found it hard to stop squirming in her seat. She would be lying if she said she was equally frightened and ecstatic at what he had confessed to her. When they arrived, Rosalie and Emm stepped out onto the porch with big smiles.
"I'm glad to see you together, I mean," Emm smiled, "to see you, in general."
"Edward told me Rose is staying," she interrupted the awkward scene, "I was thinking they can stay in my room; it has the biggest bed, I'll sleep in the guest room." Emmett looked at her with a funny look on his face.
"Edward's not staying?" Her husband tensed, before denying.
"I'll go to your flat, I'll come early tomorrow morning for breakfast." Her brother-in-law's face became a poem, it was painful to see the whole situation.
"Ah... yes, sure, I'll... take the keys then," he commented before tossing them to him.
"What do you say we make some of our breakfast tomorrow? It'll be like Christmas, right? With turkey and everything?" Rose asked, coming to the rescue from such an awkward moment. "We can start now, of course, unless you're tired."
Edward shrugged, Emmett hummed that he was in fact quite hungry, so they all went inside the house, just as large, cold raindrops began to fall on this side of town as well, the storm seemingly all-encompassing... Edward held her arm, stopping her from looking at him.
"Bella, if you feel that this is too much already..."
"It's okay," she sighed with a shrug. Edward chuckled.
"Have I ever told you that you're a very bad liar?" Bella blushed, shivering as one of the icy drops slipped through her coat, sliding down the skin of her neck. "I told you I'm not trying anything," she held her chin, "and it hasn't been easy, believe me."
"If you say so..." He frowned.
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well... " She inhaled deeply, not quite believing what she was going to say. "I feel like it's been easier for you, than for me, this separation, I... I'm sorry, I might be a little insecure."
"Insecure about...? -Bella growled in frustration.
"I don't know, Edward, you tell me!" She looked at him angrily. "You were with another girl within days of leaving us! How do you want me to feel? It's been hard for me. I know you're trying, and I know you're sorry, I can see it in your eyes," she denied, "I just don't know if you only feel this way because of what's going to happen with the kids, or..."
"Isabella," he interrupted her hoarsely, "You think that I don't... I don't like you anymore?" She looked away, making him snort. "I can't fucking believe it." He ran a hand through his hair. "You know how you make me feel. Shit, I want you every fucking second of the day! You've always managed to make my body take over, even if my mind doesn't want to," he assured now, sliding his fingers into her hair, causing her to unconsciously close her eyes as his fingers tugged gently on it. "That's why I'm trying so hard to show you that it's not just physical for me anymore. Do you understand? I don't want you to feel used in any way, or for my attitude to be misinterpreted again, so I'm waiting. I won't do anything until you ask me to."
"You have enormous self-control," she mused, finally looking up at him, he had dark eyes, that hungry look on his face again.
"Mmm," he muttered, rolling his eyes, "more like I'm becoming a masochist."
"More like we're both going crazy." Edward smiled, releasing her hair, and stroking her cheek one last time, before tucking his hands inside his coat.
"Certainly, chatting in the middle of an oncoming winter storm makes us look like it." Bella laughed, holding his arm.
"I'm sorry about what I said, do you think you could pass me your therapist's phone number?" He blinked.
"Hum, yeah, sure," he reached into his wallet, passing her a card.
"I'll go."
"That sounds good to me," he smiled.
"Shall we go in now?"
"Please," she laughed.
And as she watched her husband take off his coat in the hall, Bella wondered again what on earth she was getting herself into. Where to begin?
Well… Looks like Bella made a decision about therapy, and it was about time! A relationship is a two-way thing, it needs 2 people to work…
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