Thanks Sherry and Paige!
"There is whisky in the water
And there is death upon the vine
There is fear in the eyes of your father
And there is 'Yours' and there is 'Mine'
There is a desert veiled in pavement
And there's a city of seven hills
And all our debris flows to the ocean
To meet again, I hope it will."
-Death Cab for Cutie-
"Baby, just distract me," I all but fucking beg, as I pull her shorts down her perfect legs.
I can feel her rolling her eyes at me. I know she wants to talk about all the shit that's happened, but I don't feel like talking. I've talked enough today and I just want to lose myself inside of her body. Although she's hesitant at first, as soon as I slide my finger into her wet pussy, any complaint ceases to exist. Fuck, I love the velvet feel of her pussy as it wraps around my finger. She's tight, wet, and just what I needed. Her back arches off the bed and a beautiful moan escapes her lips as I lower my mouth to her wet lips, licking her clit until she screams.
My cock is rock hard and desperate for her. After the emotional day I've had, closing the door on a prominent part of my past, I just want to fuck Bella until I forget everything. As soon as I feel her come on my tongue, I put on a condom and line my cock up with her entrance. I was inside her with one hard thrust. Tonight, I can't restrain myself. Tonight, I just need to fuck. I begin to thrust into her at an unrelenting pace, fucking her into the mattress as she grabs my ass and begs me to fuck her even harder.
I flip her over and smack her ass before thrusting my cock back inside of her tight, wet pussy. She loves this just as much as I do. She bounces her ass against me, meeting me with each thrust. The sound of our wet flesh smacking together brings an euphoric smile to my face. All the tension from the day is completely gone, as I near my release.
"Are you close, my dirty girl?" I ask, between gasps for air.
"Yes, Edward!" She cries out. "Harder, baby. I'm going to come!"
I slam my cock into her and smack her perfect, heart-shaped ass. She stills and lets out a shudder before coming violently around my cock. She feels so fucking perfect. I pull out, yank off the condom, and pump myself until I find my release. My cum covers her ass, and I can't help myself, as I smear it all of the curve of her ass with my softening cock.
"I love you so much, Bella," I hear myself say, before falling on the bed beside her.
She smiles at me, and rests her head on my chest, running her hand up and down my body as we lay in a comfortable silence. I feel so much better. Sex with my beautiful girlfriend was just what I needed.
"Did everything go okay? You haven't said much since you got home?"
She's right, I hadn't been really in the mood to talk when I returned home from Elizabeth's. Not only did I say goodbye to the woman I had believed to be my mother for over twenty fucking years, but I also said goodbye to the house I'd grown-up in with Seth. Elizabeth was granted the home in the divorce settlement, and now that I've had my closure with her, God knows I'm not going back there. I returned home by the time dinner was ready, ate and fed Charlie, before I ended up sitting in front of the TV for a few hours. I watched some mind-numbing entertainment, before Bella put Charlie to bed and insisted that I talk to her.
Of course, I didn't want to talk about what happened then, but now that I'm sated and still high from my orgasm, I don't mind opening my mouth. Fuck it, what was there really to talk about? I said goodbye to Elizabeth, found out a few things about me as a baby, and fucking left.
"It was fine," I finally say. "I got the closure I needed, I guess."
"That's good, baby," Bella says, seeming to be happy that I've finally started to talk.
I'm silent for a moment, before finally continuing. "She told me I was ten months old when she and my dad took me in."
Bella's eyes widen at this, and she sits up so she can look at me. She takes in my expression and asks, "How do you feel about that?" I have to smirk, because she sounds like my psychologist all a sudden.
"I don't know. I guess I figured she must have had me for a bit," I shrug, feeling as fucking uncomfortable as I usually do.
"Did she explain why they took you in at all?" Bella asks, as she plays with my hair in an effort to comfort me.
"Well, not really. I honestly didn't press her as hard as I fucking could've. She did say that I wasn't in good shape when they got me."
I'm quiet as I think about what this could possibly fucking mean. I would've asked Elizabeth, but she never really cared about anything that hadn't directly affected her. I'll ask Esme, because next time I see her I intend to get my fucking answers. I'm not going to let fear control my life. My mind would've been at ease right now if I would have spoken up sooner.
"You weren't in good shape?" Bella asks quietly, as if she was saying it to herself. "Do you think you were abused?"
"By Esme?" I ask incredulously. I don't know her well, but she doesn't strike me as the type of woman who would be abusive. "I don't think so."
"Maybe by her husband? Has your father told you anything about him?"
I rub my hands over my face and groan. I don't want to fucking think about this shit. I've always hated confrontation for exactly this reason. I don't like to face up to shit I wish I could know nothing about. "I have no idea. All my dad said was that Esme and her husband had gotten married while my dad was away at college. Her husband was in the army or something like that so they would move around constantly. He died last year and that's pretty much all I know about him."
Could her husband be the reason she gave me to my dad? If her husband was so fucking terrible, why didn't she leave him? That's the fucking million-dollar question. I'm sure she had at least one person in her life who could have supported and helped her. Hell, they have battered women's shelters for fuck's sake. Why didn't she just escape and go there? Did she really think she was giving me a 'better life' by giving me to my dad and his wife to raise? I suppose she was young, and I'm sure in retrospect, she views this situation very differently, but hell, that doesn't make the current situation any fucking better.
"Well, when you see your mother you'll get your answers," Bella assures me.
I nod. "I know I will. It'll just be her and I, so I know I won't pussy out like last time."
Bella grimaces, and I smirk, despite my shitty mood. She fucking hates when I say things like 'pussy out'. "Pussies are a lot stronger than balls, Edward. Pussies can take a pounding." Comments like that always make me smile, hell, Bella can always make me smile, no matter what she says or does.
"You'll be fine, I know you will."
Fuck, I hope so. If I want answers, I have to ask for them. My meeting with Esme couldn't come soon enough.
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The week flew by. With my work, my family, and the shit I've had on my mind, the weekend hit faster than I was ready for. It's Friday night and I plan to meet with Esme tomorrow. This time, I'll meet her alone. I need to take control of this situation before it takes control of me. I've been so determined to hash things out, that it's all I've thought about all week. Even now, as I sit at the dinner table with my family, I play through scenarios in my head.
"Edward, you're missing Charlie's mouth," Bella says with a quiet giggle, bringing me back to reality.
"Da da," Charlie squeals, clapping his hands together.
His bib is covered in food and bits of bananas are all over his cheeks. "Fuck!" I cringe. Fuck, you can't cuss in front of your baby Cullen! What if that's his next word? I quickly grab a napkin to wipe up my mess, as Charlie laughs as if I were the most hysterical man alive.
"Is daddy funny?" I question, as I finish cleaning him up.
"Da da," he answers with a laugh.
I chuckle as well and lift him out of his highchair, wanting to hold him in my arms as he finishes up. I help him eat the last of his fruit and veggies while Bella talks about a party her sister is throwing. Apparently, Alice loves to throw a big party and always goes all out when it comes to hosting one. I'm sure her sister's parties are nothing like the ones I'm accustomed to. Seth and I threw tons of parties when we were in high school, but we never focused on the food, décor, or any shit like that. I usually just focused on the amount of alcohol and pot we could get our hands on.
"So, what do you think?" Bella asks, before noticing I'd been completely zoned out.
"Fuck, babe. I'm sorry. What did you say?" I give her a sheepish smile in hopes it will keep her from chewing my ear off.
She rolls her eyes and continues, "It's my dad's 60th birthday party at the end of the month. He's not going to be able to fly in for Thanksgiving, so it's a big deal."
Fuck! That is just what I need right now. I want to meet Bella's dad, I truly do, but right now is not the best time. Hell, I'm all over the place emotionally. Should I really be meeting anyone's parents at a time like this? Let alone, the dad of the one girl I love more than absolutely anything. I can't mess this up, like I've messed up so much in my life. I really want her dad to like me. I know I look fucking rough at first, but I hope that her dad is the sort of man to see past that stuff.
"He'll like you Edward," Bella says, answering my thoughts with a reassuring smile.
I nod, still unconvinced. "What's his name?"
"Charlie," she tells me with a giggle.
"You're kidding?" I laugh.
"Nope," she says, popping the 'p.' "You could call him Charles, but he just says that makes him feel older."
I laugh and look down at my son. "Buddy, it looks like you're sharing a name with your future grandpa."
Charlie laughs at this, although he has no idea what I'm saying.
"He'll love Charlie, I know that. He loves babies, although he won't admit it."
I chuckle. "Well, at least there's that."
The phone rings, interrupting our conversation. No one ever calls my apartment. If it weren't for work and Charlie, I wouldn't have even bothered with a landline. It must be my dad, because he's the only one who's ever used it.
"I'll get it," I say, as I give my happy little boy to Bella.
I hurry to the phone and I'm surprised when I find that I don't recognize the number. I pick it up and answer, "Edward Cullen."
There's a pause on the line and I wonder for a moment if I should just hang up. Before I can speak again, a feminine voice comes through the other line.
"Hello." There's a pause. "It's Esme. I just wanted to call and make sure we're still getting together tomorrow. I wasn't sure if you received the directions to my apartment from your father."
"Yep," I answer, trying not to fucking stutter. Why does this always happen when I talk to her? "Dad sent me your address and I'm still good to come over."
There's another awkward pause. "Well, that's wonderful. I'm looking forward to it."
"I am too," I answer without hesitation.
There's another pause and I can tell she wants to say more, but she doesn't. "Well, I'll let you get back to your evening. I'll see you tomorrow, Edward."
"I'll see you tomorrow, Esme." I'll see you tomorrow, Mom.
A/N: Finally, we'll be hearing Esme's story next chapter!
Song- "Black Sun" by Death Cab for Cutie.