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"And of course I'd do anything for her
I'd search the moons of Endor
I'd even walk naked through
The deserts of Tatooine
Princess Leia, where are you tonight?
And who's laying there by your side?
Every night I fall asleep with you
And I wake up alone."
-blink-182-
EPOV:
I've searched around town for him, and haven't found a fucking trace. Now I wish I would have reached out to him earlier, instead of pushing him away all those weeks ago. I've never seen Paul act so strange, but maybe he was just nervous about me seeing him. Hell, I was nervous about being there too. Regardless of nerves, you'd think he would at least wave back or say hi or something. I'm obviously in no position to judge him.
I hope my presence hadn't scared him away. If he has a problem with alcohol, we could support each other. Even though, he had always been more Seth's friend than mine, we had still been close. Well, close for me. I didn't really do relationships of any kind back then, everything had always remained surface-level. I didn't like getting too close to anyone, and out of all the people in my past, Seth and Paul were the two people I had the strongest bond with.
Tonight, I'm going to another meeting at a different location, in hopes that I'll see Paul. The atmosphere this time is not so daunting. The local YMCA feels like a strange place to meet, but I'm relieved that at least this location doesn't have statues of Christ and the Virgin Mary that always look like they're watching you. This meeting isn't as popular as the last, and instead of rows of chairs, there is a small circle. I hate small groups, they feel so uncomfortable and intimate. I can't blend in.
I take a seat, hoping no one will sit next to me, and watch the door as people begin to trickle in. This meeting is mostly men, but there are a few women. Unfortunately, not one of them is Paul. I almost want to walk out, but because of the small numbers, I know it would be uncomfortable to do so. Thankfully, AA doesn't ask a bunch of questions and force everyone to speak. Maybe one day I will be ready to talk about my past, but today I just want to sit back and listen.
The stories are pretty much the same. A woman talks about her DUI that lead to her losing her nursing license. A man talks about how he would sneak drinks at work until he was fired. Another man explains how he lost his custody battle and now has supervised visits with his three kids, due to his alcoholism. I half listen as I stare out the window, my mind occupied with Bella and Charlie back at home. Before the meeting comes to its close, one more man decides to share his story. His name is Andrew and he is skittish as he speaks.
"My girlfriend had just broken up with me and I ended up drowning my sorrows at the pub a few miles away. It was the only bar I hadn't been kicked out of for disorderly conduct. I don't remember how many drinks I had, but I do remember the bartender cut me off and said he would call me a cab. I didn't want to wait, so I grabbed my keys and left before he could stop me. Everything else was a blur. I can remember the radio blaring and drinking a can of beer as I drove home. The next thing I know, I was crashing into something. I hit the car, got spooked, and drove away. A week or so later, I knew I needed help, and that's how I ended up here. I've been sober for four months now."
I see red, hearing this. His story is an example of how fucking selfish alcoholics could be. What if he fucking killed someone? How would he even know if he did? He was too drunk to turn around. Everyone congratulates him on his sobriety, but my thoughts aren't as positive. My thoughts are filled with my brother and his wife. Two people who died because someone was fucking selfish. I want to say something to him, but I don't want to cause a scene. I hate attention and I know that if I even opened my mouth, I would end up beating this guy's ass. Punishing him, because I don't know who to punish.
I leave the meeting in a sour mood. Isn't it ironic that going to those meetings makes me want a drink? The thought of it makes me choke out a laugh. Maybe I should just stick with seeing Howell, this is doing nothing for me. I focus on what is waiting for me at home, trying my best to control my anger and stay positive.
Halloween is tomorrow and Bella said she had some things planned. She decorated her whole apartment for the occasion. I've never seen Halloween decorations look so cute...but I guess that's my girlfriend. Just the thought of tomorrow makes me smile. I have the day off work and get to spend the entire day with my girl.
Hopefully she'll dress up for me.
I return to find Bella and Charlie sitting on the couch watching The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown. Charlie is babbling along with the movie as Bella bounces him on her lap and giggles at him. Neither one notices me yet, so I take out my phone and quickly snap a photo of them, knowing it will be a perfect background. The two people I love more than anything.
"What are you doing?" Bella asks with a smile, as soon as she notices me.
"Just taking a picture," I smile, "you guys look so good together."
I join her on the couch and kiss her forehead. Charlie instantly turns around to look at me and rewards me with a huge toothless grin.
"He's been waiting for you to get back this whole time," Bella explains with a giggle.
"Da da!" Charlie exclaims, as he reaches his hands in my direction.
God, I love when he calls me that. I wonder if I could teach him to say "ma ma." Or would that just freak Bella out?I could always deny teaching it to him, and just claim that he picked it up from Cyndy or something.
"What are you thinking about daddy?" Bella asks, reaching down to tickle Charlie's stomach.
"Nothing." I shrug my shoulders, not wanting to express my desire to hear Charlie refer to Bella as his mommy.
Bella gives me a cute little look before turning her attention back to the TV. Charlie isn't as interested in Charlie Brown as my girl is. He's too busy staring at me and trying to play with my face. He puts his hands on my cheeks and pushes my lips together until I look like a fish, then he throws his head back in laughter. I make a funny face at him and he laughs even harder, until he finally begins to hiccup. I place him comfortably against my shoulder and begin to rub his back. I love these little moments with my son. It makes all the shitty parts of my day worth it, when I can come home to him and my girl.
"So, you got a costume for Charlie?" I ask, wanting Bella to spill.
"Maybe," she teases, before bringing her lips to meet mine in an attempt to distract me. "I guess you'll just have to wait until tomorrow."
I bring my lips back to hers, enjoying the way they taste as I lick her full bottom lip. Before things can go much further, Charlie lets out a fussy whine and pushes on my face with his hand. I give my son a dubious look, before kissing his forehead, which causes him to calm down right away.
"Will you be dressing up too?" I ask, imagining how hot my girl would look in one of those tiny Halloween costumes. I would love to fuck her all dressed up.
"It's not much, just something I've worn for the past few years."
God, Bella is a bad liar. I have to try my best to keep the smile off my face as I think of what Bella purchased for my eyes only. Because Charlie is still a baby and, we decided on just staying home, watching movies and eating Halloween candy. As lame as it sounds, Bella assured me she was fine with the idea.
"I'm sure whatever it is, you'll look hot."
Bella blushes, and I pull her against my body. Her soft curves are always so comforting. When I'm with my son and my girl, safe on my living room couch, I feel happy and complete. The overwhelming feeling of love I have for these two, is more fulfilling than any high I've ever experienced. Self-medicating distracted me from the emptiness, but now that emptiness is gone completely.
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The sound of Charlie's laughter wakes me up. I rub the sleep from my eyes and wipe my groggy face. I've never been a morning person, but my son certainly helps. As soon as my sleepy haze lifts, I turn to find the source of the sound. He's sitting on my girl's stomach, and is giggling as she makes cute little faces at him.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Bella says, while still entertaining my son.
"What time is it?" I ask, my voice thick with sleep.
"It's just past nine," she assures me before sitting up, holding Charlie safely against her chest. He nuzzles her tits and smiles at me. Lucky little guy.
I wouldn't mind if every morning were like this. This is the first time Bella has slept over at my place, and while nothing sexual happened, it was nice to fall asleep with my girl and my son in my arms. I've never felt so well rested, and I'm sure it's because of Bella. I am so used to waking up with Charlie sleeping on my face or bouncing on my stomach, because I'm not giving him attention from the moment he opens his eyes. He starts the night out sleeping in his crib, but will cry until he can sleep in my arms. What can I say? He is so cute and little and sometimes I'm a fucking pushover.
"I thought I would make Charlie some breakfast and get him all dressed up for the day while you take a shower," Bella suggests.
God, this girl is so thoughtful and fucking perfect.I smile at her and jump out of bed, eager to take a shower that is longer than five minutes. I take my time, enjoying the feel of the hot water against my skin. My cock rises, and before I can help myself, I rub one out while imagining my girl on her knees, her pouty lips around my cock. When I make my way into the kitchen fully dressed, I almost blush thinking about how I masturbated only moments before, but thank God, I had. Seeing my girl now, in her fuck-hot Halloween costume...if I hadn't masturbated I would have blown my load just looking at her.
It's obvious she saw my Star Warscollection by my DVD player. Jesus, I'm hard again already. She looks like she stepped out of one of my teenage wet dreams, in her very short Princess Leia outfit. I have to hold myself back from pulling my cock out of my jeans and stroking myself in the middle of the kitchen.
"Do you like it?" she asks, with a cute blush.
"Do I like it?" I snort at how absurd the question sounds coming from her beautiful lips. "Of course, I fucking like it. You look so sexy, baby."
I close the distance between us and take her into my arms. Kissing her blushing cheeks and rubbing my hard body against hers.
"Look at your son."
When I see my son, I can't help but laugh. He looks so fucking cute with his big green ears and brown Jedi robes. I can't believe my girl thought of this. It's so perfect.
"I can't believe you dressed him up as Yoda," I laugh.
Charlie seems thrilled, giggling in his highchair as he plays with his new ears.
"I thought his daddy would like it," she says cutely.
God, I fucking love you!
If I weren't so nervous, I would say the words out loud, but I want my first time telling her to be absolutely perfect. I've never said those words to a woman. It's scary and the thought of expressing my feelings makes me to feel so vulnerable. Although, once I finally tell her, I know it will come easily after that. I'll probably never be able to shut up about how much I love her, once the words are spoken. But hell, I guess I have the rest of my life to express my feelings to her.
It is only appropriate to spend the day watching Star Warsmovies and eating Halloween candy and junk. We start with Episode IV-of course, I have to start my girl off right-and eventually watch the prequels. Bella had seen the original trilogy with her dad, but explained that she hadn't remembered much of it. I'm more than happy to let my inner geek shine through, and explain to her every aspect of the movies. Bella listens, but I'm not sure how interested she really is. She gives me one of those looks that says, "Man, he's hot. I got to make sure I look interested,"and I pretend not to notice how glazed over her eyes look. She did rant about how attractive she finds Harrison Ford, which I'm not going to lie, it made me a tad jealous. Finally, after watching Revenge of the Sith,which I love regardless of what other people think, it's dark out and we decide to finally watch some 'scary' movies. Of course, with a baby, we can't watch something like VHSor Cannibal Holocaust,so we end up settling on Hocus Pocuswhich is playing on TV.
Charlie has been a good boy during our lazy day inside. He was absolutely fascinated with Star Wars,which I'm not surprised considering that Seth and I were obsessed with it as kids. As long as I play with him, he's fine. As Bella goes to make dinner, which my stomach will appreciate considering the amount of TwixI've eaten today, I play airplane with Charlie on the floor until his Yoda ears fly off. I bounce him on my chest, 'chase' him on my hands and knees as he crawls around on the floor, and tickle him until he can't laugh anymore. Forty-five minutes later, he is worn out and asleep on the carpet. As my girl puts dinner in the oven, I run to my bedroom to grab Charlie's crib and roll it out into the hallway connecting to living room. I don't like him sleeping far away, I'm always so worried that something will happen to him.
"Aw, is Charlie asleep already?" Bella asks adorably as she adjusts the low-cut top of her costume.
"Well, it is pretty late."
My eyes are glued to her frame and I reach down to adjust myself. Bella watches me, licking her lips as she takes her apron off and walks toward me. She is so fucking hot and I'm hard to the point that it's painful.
"Sit down, baby," she orders with a coy grin. "I want to take care of you."
She pulls the top of her costume down, freeing her gorgeous tits. I lick my lips and unzip my pants, pulling out my cock and stroking it as she walks toward me, her tits bouncing with every step. As she drops to her knees before me, I wonder how I got so lucky. She is better than any dream. I didn't know girls like her existed. Maybe they don't, maybe Bella is just one of a kind.
She licks my leaking tip, before taking the head of my cock into her mouth. She moans, and the vibrations cause my cock to throb. Sure, I've had women suck my cock before, but they were nothing like my Bella. Seeing her with her tits out and her lips wrapped around me, I feel like I've died and gone to heaven. She takes as much of my cock as she can into her mouth, while pumping the remaining few inches with one hand, as she takes her other hand and plays with my balls. My whole body is tense, and I feel my orgasm quickly approaching as she works her magic. As soon as she looks up at me with her big, brown eyes, I know I'm a fucking goner.
"I'm going to come," I warn, in case she doesn't want to swallow.
She gives me a wicked look and doesn't pull away. I hold onto the back of her head, guiding her movements as she licks and sucks on my cock. She takes as much as she can into her mouth, before she chokes. I come with a roar, and she swallows everything I give her. As soon as she is finished, she pulls away and wipes her mouth, before giving me a shy smile. How can she be shy after blowing me like a goddess?
"Did you like that?" she questions, as she gets off of her knees and joins me on the couch.
"You're so perfect, Bella." I love you."I'm not done with you yet," I say as I lower myself over her soft body.
A/N: Do you think Edward will have enough courage to tell Bella his feelings anytime soon? I'm so glad you guys are loving the lemons! They are a nice break from the heavy.
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Song- "A New Hope" by blink-182…. because I had to pick a Star Wars song!