Good Morning, Darlings!

Um, I'm absolutely dying for how much you all wanted to know the tea on Charlie as well as a flashback to him catching them in the act! I have a HOST of outtakes I'm pulling together, so I'll make sure those end up being ones!

Thank you to Melferd, DaniDarlingxx, and Lily Jill for pre-reading this chapter. Any mistakes are my own.


Six: Bella

June 23, 2022

Los Angeles California

"Are you almost ready?"

Edward sounds impatient, and I grin at myself in the mirror. After picking up my dad, we'd gone to the botanical gardens where we are getting married tomorrow for our rehearsal. It went fine, though Esme had started crying almost immediately. After wrapping up the rehearsal, we took my dad back to his hotel to change then went home to get dressed for the rehearsal dinner.

Like I'd ever have to practice eating.

I step back, making sure I look just right. I don't usually put a whole lot of effort into dressing up, mostly because we don't have much reason for it. Our lives aren't rich and fancy. On occasion, we'll go to dinner with the group for a birthday or some other celebration, but that's about it.

When I'm satisfied with my outfit and makeup/hair combination, I slip my heels on and head out to the living room.

Edward is standing by a bookcase, sorting books. He's so fucking dramatic. Like I was taking so long he had time to pack up shit.

He stops sorting when I come in and looks up at me.

The satisfaction I get when his jaw hits the floor is unparalleled.

"Holy shit," he breathes, dropping the books. He's going to regret that later. I think one of them is an old book he absolutely covets.

"How do I look?" I ask, giving him a sexy twirl. I'm not actually sure he's breathing.

"Bella," he groans. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

I'm wearing a white bodycon dress, though it's slightly classier than what I might wear to a club. "The girls thought I should start with the white a little early," I tell him, twirling again. He's right in front of me when I turn back to him and I grin. His hands are reaching out to me, stroking the silky material of the dress and I gently slap him away. "Don't you go getting me dirty," I moan the words, and his eyes fly up to mine. He's so turned on, he can't even form a sentence.

Good.

"Babe… I…" he's floundering for words and I toss my hair over my shoulder, reaching for my little white clutch as well as my overnight bag. We're having the rehearsal dinner at the hotel where our parents are staying, and tonight we'll be staying there as well—though we'll be in separate rooms. I'm not looking forward to that part.

"Come on, or we'll be late," I tell him, heading toward the front door. Okay, maybe I throw a little more sway into my hips to punish him for cutting me off sex until after the wedding. I don't see why we couldn't just have one more go.

I'm in the hall by the time Edward fucking gets his shit together enough to follow me. I look back at him and I'm thrilled to see his cock is rock hard as he locks our front door.

He looks back at me as he twists the door knob, double checking it's locked.

"How the fuck am I supposed to get through tonight?" he demands. God, he sounds pissed.

"Not my problem," I say, flipping my hair and heading down to the elevator. I can feel his eyes on my ass and I grin. I can practically hear him wondering if I'm wearing underwear.

We climb into the elevator, and I glance at him. "Why?" he demands.

I blink innocently. "What do you mean? The girls took me shopping for this weeks ago."

Edward's eyes narrow. Does he know we'd bought a few options for me to wear and I just happened to pick the one I knew would drive him wild?

The elevator arrives before he can read me, and I step out, my stilettos snapping on the stone floor in our lobby.

"Babe," Edward stops me, grabbing my elbow. I turn to look at him. "Is this seriously because we didn't have time for sex?" he asks, his voice strained.

I feel a little bad, so I reach up, patting his cheek. "No," I say softly. "It's because you're about to be married to a hot ass woman who kills it when she gets dressed up."

Edward fucking chokes, but then he's crushing me to his chest, kissing me hard.

"God, I fucking love you, Bella Swan."