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"Fallin'," Dylan Brady
Chapter 10
I really need to take the batteries out of whatever is making that god-awful noise.
There's an alarm beeping somewhere nearby, and I also hear the distant, unfamiliar barking of a dog.
When did the neighbors get a dog?
When my eyes flutter open, I notice that the streetlight that shines through my window is inexplicably absent, replaced by the glow of a floor lamp. And not only is my bed harder than I remember, but I'm also cocooned in a strong pair of arms. The scent surrounding me fills my nose as I inhale, and memories from last night come back to me in a rush.
I spent the night with Edward … in Edward's arms. As panic threatens to send me into a freak out, he shifts beside me, reaching for his phone to silence the annoying alarm.
"Morning." His voice is a deep rumble, still thick with sleep.
"Morning. What time is it?"
"Five."
"Why in God's name do you have an alarm set for five on a Sunday morning?"
An amused chuckle rumbles his chest. "It's when I get up to go for a run."
I hum, reveling in the feel of his arms and the soothing comfort of them around me. In this moment, there are no complications. No histories threatening to cripple me with anxiety.
It's just us.
I pull back and look up at his face—at his pillow-soft lips, his scruffy jaw, and his closed eyes—and all the emotions he's stirred inside me bubble to the surface. The tenderness this man has shown me in the short time I've known him blows me away. The tiny bit of drool at the corner of his mouth only makes him that much more endearing. "I'm sorry I fell asleep on you."
"I'm not." He tightens his arms around me, tucking me back under his chin as he kisses my forehead. "It was the best night's sleep I've had in a while."
"I find that hard to believe." I press my face to his chest and breathe him in one last time. "I need to go."
"You don't want to stay for breakfast? I can run later."
"I really shouldn't." I look up into his bright, green eyes. "There are a few things I need to do before the kids get home this afternoon."
A million questions seem to burn in his eyes, but he doesn't ask any of them. Instead, he draws a finger along my cheek. "Okay. Rain check?"
I smile. "Rain check."
Thankful doesn't begin to describe how I feel that he's not pressing me to talk. Waking up in his arms has left me feeling a little unsettled. The very last thing I expected to do was to spend the night with him, so I'm not prepared for any of this "morning after" stuff. It's as awkward for me now as it was when I was first with Garrett.
"I should go," I repeat.
"Okay."
Slowly, and with his eyes still on me, I extricate myself from his arms and sit up. Perched on the edge of the sofa, I look around for my discarded sweater and shoes. As he sits up behind me, his chest brushes against my back. Goosebumps prickle along my skin at his touch.
The feel of him against me makes me want to fall back into the sofa and get wrapped up in him like I was last night. That overpowering urge scares me.
Who the hell is this woman? I hardly recognize myself.
Once I find my shoes and slip my feet into the low heels, I discreetly check to make sure my dress is righted. It hits me that I'll be driving home before sunrise in the same clothes I wore last night.
If I'm lucky, I'll be able to get inside my house before our neighbors see me taking the walk of shame. What will the neighbors think, seeing me creep back into my house at dawn? What would Garrett have to say if he knew? My kids?
My heart thunders in my chest, and I feel like I need to rush home before I get caught.
"I had a great time last night," I mumble, unable to make eye contact with the man standing behind me. "I'm sorry I can't stay for breakfast."
My skin tingles as he steps toward me, and I know if I let him touch me, I'll cave and want to stay, all but guaranteeing someone seeing me sneak home. I look around the room, trying to remember where I left my purse. Before I can locate it, he's standing in front of me, gently grasping my elbow and stilling my slowly building freak out.
"Bella, look at me."
I take a calming breath and look up into the eyes of the man who's turned my world upside down in a matter of months, giving him a regretful smile. "I'm sorry. I'm just feeling a little embarrassed about falling asleep on you like that." My gaze drops to his chest as I whisper, "I didn't mean to spend the night."
"Hey." He tilts my chin up so I once again meet his eyes. "Why are you embarrassed? I might not have said it, but I loved sleeping with you in my arms. There's no reason for you to be embarrassed, Bella. We didn't do anything wrong." He trails his fingertips along the bare skin of my forearm."You didn't do anything wrong."
And just like that, he calms some of the negative voices in my head. "Yeah, I guess not. I'm just … I just freaked out there for a second."
"Okay. As long as you're not having second thoughts about us."
I shake my head. "I'm not."
He places a gentle kiss on my lips. "Good." Reaching past me, he grabs my sweater from the armchair where I laid it last night. He holds it open and helps me into it. "I just need to grab my shoes and keys so I can follow you home."
I look over my shoulder. "What? Why do you need to follow me home?"
He turns me to fully face him, cradling my cheeks in his palms as he searches my eyes. "I really don't like the idea of you driving home in the dark. I'm … I know it may sound ridiculous, but after last night … Bella, I'm feeling really protective of you. I'd feel a lot better if I knew you got home okay." He pecks my lips. "Just give me a minute."
His offer to follow me home leaves me stunned. And while I wait for him to gather his things, I try to process the still unfamiliar feeling of being cared for. Although, it really shouldn't surprise me at this point; Edward has been nothing but chivalrous with me since we met.
Before I know it, I'm ushered out the front door and toward my car. But as I step out onto the path, the early morning air blows by, sending a chill up the skirt of my dress and under my thin sweater. I rub at my arms in a vain attempt to warm myself.
"Here." Without warning, he pulls his hoodie over his head and holds it over mine.
"Edward, I can't take that." My effort to stop him is ignored, though, and he pulls the still-warm hoodie over my head.
"You're freezing, Bella. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't make sure you were comfortable?"
"Boyfriend, huh?" I ask, my voice not much more than a whisper. The combination of hearing him call himself my boyfriend and the smell and warmth now surrounding me are enough to make my head spin.
The corner of his mouth turns up. I could swear his cheeks turn pink, and it's not just from the cool morning air. "Too much?"
"No," I say with a shy smile and a shake of my head, "it's not too much."
He kisses me then, his lips as soft and inviting as they are every time he kisses me, but this time it's different. This time we both know where we stand. We've defined what this is between us.
And for the first time since I met him, I allow myself to think about what might be next.
He sneaks in one last peck before he pulls away. "Start your car to get it warmed up. I just need to grab another jacket." He tugs on the hem of the one I'm wearing and his smirk returns. "My girlfriend stole this one."
"Hey, you gave it up willingly, mister."
"That I did. I'll be right back."
I watch as he jogs back to the house before getting into my car. I start the engine and pull my hands into the oversized sleeves to keep them warm. Early March may mean mild afternoons, but the predawn hours are quite chilly, and I have a fleeting and unreasonable wish for heated seats.
When Edward steps back outside, he's wearing a different hoodie and a huge smile I can't help but return.
He approaches my car and motions for me to crack my window. "You lead, I'll follow?"
"Okay."
The way home is still somewhat unfamiliar—it's also still dark—so I punch my address into my GPS. And it's a good thing, too, because thinking of everything that's happened in the last twelve or so hours has left me distracted, especially when I look in my rearview mirror and see Edward.
Just seeing him behind me is a reminder of how very different he is from Garrett.
The sky is barely glowing with the rose-pink light of dawn when I pull into my driveway, so, thankfully, none of the neighbors are outside yet. I can quietly slip out of my car undetected. I watch as Edward parks at the curb and jogs up the path to meet me at my front door. He's the picture of comfort, and I have to bite my tongue to keep from inviting him in.
"Thanks for following me home."
He reaches for my hand, almost like he needs to touch me as much as I want him to. "Of course. Thank you for letting me. I know I'll see you Saturday at the air show, but can I see you this week? I'll be busy with the show, but I can make time one evening if you're available."
"This week is really busy for me. I'll have the kids, too, so … next Sunday? After they go to Garrett's?"
"You don't want to try and find a sitter?"
Slowly, I shake my head. "Not yet. I need to figure out how I'm going to explain to them I'm dating someone. I think it might be best if they meet you first. I'm sorry."
He steps into my space, and that draw I feel to him is almost overwhelming. "No, I get it. There's no reason for you to apologize. I can be patient. But I need to see you again." That sexy smirk reappears. "Now that I've had a little taste of what it could be like, I'm not sure I can stay away."
I lift up on my tiptoes and kiss him, whispering words that seem to seal my fate against his lips. "Then don't."
When I got home an hour ago, I thought I'd lie down on the sofa and get another hour or two of sleep, but as I toss and turn, I quickly realize that isn't going to happen. There are too many thoughts swirling in my head.
Memories of how he felt over me, against me, make my pulse race, even lying here on my couch. It had been so long since I'd felt that kind of pleasure, that connection with another person. I can only imagine how he could make me feel if I invited him into my bed. But it's not only the physical. The things he said to me last night, the way he was so open and honest with me give me hope that we could build something real and lasting on that foundation alone.
Accepting I'm not going to fall asleep any time soon, I toss off the throw I've had wrapped around me and decide to mark a few things off my to-do list. I change the boys' sheets, clean the bathroom, and make a list of things I need at the grocery store, planning for feeding three this week instead of just myself.
I'm at the grocery store, halfway down the cereal aisle, when my cell phone rings.
"Hello?"
"Did you really think you could get away with not calling me last night?"
"Good morning to you, too, Rose. What are you doing up so early on a Sunday?"
"Don't 'good morning' me. Why didn't you call me when you got home?"
I reach for a box of store brand Raisin Bran and toss it in the cart. "Was something wrong with your phone? You could have called me, you know?"
"I fell asleep," she mumbles.
"Uh huh." I scan the shelf for which of the kids' favorites is on sale this week.
"So, come on! Spill! Tell me about your night. What time did you get home?"
I fight a smile, my lips disappearing between my teeth. "About six this morning."
I expect a barrage of questions, but what I get is silence.
"Rose? Are you still there?"
"Yeah. Just a minute." Muffled voices and the sound of rustling blankets can be heard a moment before she comes back on. "You, me, brunch at Morning Glory. You have an hour." And with a click, she abruptly hangs up on me.
I pull the phone away from my ear and stare at it. "What the hell just happened?" I wonder aloud.
And when Alice texts me not five minutes later asking how my date went, it feels like the fates are conspiring against me.
I text back.
Rose is insisting on grilling me over brunch. You might as well come along. Morning Glory in an hour - B
Yes! I'll be there! - A
The outdoor seating at Morning Glory, the scattered patio tables with giant umbrellas, is perfect for the kind of brunch I'm sure my sister and friend have in mind. The kind where they ask embarrassing questions and force me to answer them. But when my interrogators arrive, they're surprisingly reserved. The most reaction I get is Rose eyeing the hoodie I'm still wearing.
I only took it off this morning long enough to change out of my dress and into a t-shirt and jeans before pulling it right back over my head.
Once we order at the counter, we grab our drinks and find an empty table. As we take our seats, I brace myself for impact.
"So …" Rose begins.
I sip my mimosa and raise a brow. "So?"
Her stare is laser focused on me, but so is mine on her. It doesn't take long for her need to know to make her crack.
"Come on, Bella. Tell us."
I look between them. "What do you want to know?"
"You said you got home this morning," Rose reminds me. "Exactly what—"
"Wait!" Alice is practically salivating over the tidbit of information. She leans in, her body seeming to vibrate more the farther she leans over the table. "You spent the night?"
I nod, looking around at the neighboring tables to make sure no one else heard. "I did, but it's not what you think."
"Then tell us," Rose begs, dragging out the words until she sounds like Seth when he's whining. It's almost enough to tip me over the edge.
I dissolve into a fit of giggles. "Okay, okay. He made me dinner, we talked and talked for … hours. We ended up finishing off, like, two bottles of wine before dessert was done, and …" I bite my lips.
"And? Come on, Bella. You gotta give us more than that," Alice pleads.
"We kind of fooled around on his couch, and then we both fell asleep."
"Kind of fooled around?" Rose purses her lips and narrows her eyes. "Is this anything like what happened with Brad Thompson?"
I groan. "God, don't remind me."
Alice's eyes bounce between my sister and me. "Who was Brad Thompson?"
"My prom date. He took pity on me and took me to my junior prom. But apparently, he thought I owed him a make out session at the end of the night."
Rose takes it upon herself to fill in the details I'm skimming over. "He was a pimple-faced AV guy who thought he'd try to get to third base with my little sister."
Alice chuckles. "Sounds like a winner."
"He grabbed her boob and dry-humped her for all of thirty seconds," Rose deadpans as she turns her stare back to me. "It was the last time you used the words 'fooled around' to tell me about a date. Please tell me this was better than that."
The heat in my cheeks gives me away.
"Spill, sis," Rose demands as she sips her Bloody Mary.
"It was definitely better than fooling around with Brad Thompson." I pick up my glass, smiling as my lips touch the rim. "Brad didn't make me come."
I'm thankful we're outside, because Rose manages to spit a mouthful of spiked tomato juice onto the ground. "Oh, my god." Her wheezing laugh is almost as loud as Alice's giggle.
Then the inquisition begins. The what, the how, the where, they want to know every detail, and I give them. Well, most of them. Some of Edward's whispered words were just for me, and I want to keep it that way.
Alice glances up at me as she spears her French toast with her fork. "I see you took home a souvenir."
I pinch the front of the USAF hoodie I'm wearing and bring it to my nose, breathing in its lingering scent. "Yeah," I say with a sigh.
"Check that out, Alice. Our girl is smitten," Rose says, her eyes never leaving mine. "So, does this mean you two are official and exclusive and all that?"
I shrug, cutting another bite of omelet with my fork. "I think we've been exclusive this whole time. We all know I wasn't dating anyone else, and he said he hasn't been seeing anyone else either."
Rose raises a questioning brow. "And you believe him?"
I nod. "I do."
Alice is quick to offer her two cents. "I do, too. Edward is a pretty stand-up guy. And he has a low threshold for bullshit. He doesn't take it, and he doesn't give any."
"He, uh … called himself my boyfriend this morning. And he wants to meet the boys." I quickly stuff a bite of eggs and vegetables into my mouth.
"How do you feel about that?" Rose asks.
"Nervous?" I mumble around my bite of food. I chew and swallow, reaching for my glass. "Do you guys think it's too soon for that?"
Alice shakes her head. "Absolutely not. You say you're exclusive now. It's a logical next step."
I look over at my sister, who has yet to answer. "What do you think, Rose?"
"I think …" She tilts her head. "When I saw you in the parking lot when I got here, I knew something was different. You were glowing. At first, I thought it was because you finally had some good sex, and—"
"Rose!" I look around again, but no one is paying us any attention.
"I'm serious! It's been a long time, and a dry spell like that can mess with your head. I honestly thought you just had a good night with your flyboy. But after sitting here for a while, watching you and hearing you talk about this guy like he hung the moon, I know it's more than that."
"I think it is, too," I admit softly.
Rose nods sharply. "I've told you before, it's been a long time since I've seen you have any kind of happiness in your life. For the first time in a long time, I think you have a shot at it." She reaches across the table and takes my hand. "This guy just might be the one to make sure you have it. And that means it's definitely time to go underwear shopping."
Let me know when you get here, and I'll meet up with you. Can't wait to see you, beautiful. – E
Edward's text has me feeling excited and anxious all at once. I know today is kind of a make-or-break day as far as the boys are concerned. First impressions go a long way, and that seems to be especially true with kids.
Pushing away my nervous excitement, I slide my phone into my pocket.
"Jacob!" I shout up the steps. "We need to go soon."
The grumbles I hear from upstairs remind me of the ones I used to hear from his father all the time.
The sounds don't escape Seth's notice, either. "Why is he so grouchy all the time?"
"Your guess is as good as mine, kiddo." I grab the next empty water bottle and put it under the running tap. Something about Seth's question gets me thinking, and before I can stop myself, I ask a question I know I shouldn't. "Is he grouchy at Dad's house?"
Seth rolls his eyes. "He's so grouchy. And he yells a lot."
"He yells?"
"Yeah. 'Specially at Kate."
"And what does your dad do about it?"
Seth shrugs. "He takes away screen time. He even told Jake if he wasn't nicer, he would stop taking him to the park for soccer practice."
Instead of blowing my top and calling Garrett to chew him out for threatening our son with taking away something that means so much, I take some calming breaths and focus on getting us ready to leave. Combined with the nerves I'm feeling about today, my insides are a tangled mess.
Once I have the backpack packed and double check the side pocket for our passes, I shout over my shoulder, "Time for sunscreen!"
I get groans in stereo and a chorus of, "Do we have to?" and a long, drawn out "But, Mom."
"Come on. The Whitlocks will be here in, like, twenty minutes. We need to be ready to go."
Begrudgingly, they let me slather them with the good stuff, and I promise them they'll only have to endure touch-ups of the spray-on variety later today.
"Okay, guys. Let's make sure we have everything."
In a last-minute rush, we get our things together and make sure we all have our sunglasses and hats. We're almost ready when Brandon knocks on our door.
"Good morning, Miss Bella."
I giggle. "Good morning, Brandon. We're just waiting for Seth to finish up a pit stop." I turn and beckon Jacob over. "Why don't you go ahead and get in the car? I'll be right out with your brother."
He doesn't complain, and instead wears a huge smile as he walks off with Brandon.
"I'm ready, Mom," Seth calls as he scampers toward me, beaming.
I grab his hand and the bag. "Let's go see some airplanes."
With the passes we have, we're able to park close, so the walk to the gates isn't very far. The large crowd makes me nervous, though, so I have both boys holding my hands as we navigate the throngs of people. My sons' heads whip back and forth as they take in all the sights, and I know we'll be taking all day to look at everything.
"We've got some prime seats in the stands," Jasper says. He turns and looks at me over the rim of his sunglasses, holding up the laminated badge hanging from the lanyard around his neck. "Edward sure did go all out with these."
I lean in and lower my voice. "Are they really that big a deal?"
"They don't call 'em VIP passes for nothin', darlin'."
"Mom, can we get something to eat?" Jacob asks, his eyes scanning the line of food vendors. "I saw a sign for corn dogs."
"Oh, yeah! Corn dogs!" Seth yanks on my arm. "I want one, too."
"Yeah. Hang on. Stand right here for just a minute." I pull my phone out and shoot off a quick text.
We just got here. Getting the boys some food first. Where should we meet you? - B
I tuck my phone away and take the kids' hands again. "Okay, corn dogs."
Alice and her crew follow us, and while we all wait in line, my phone buzzes in my pocket.
I'm at the F-16 relieving one of my lieutenants. Jazz will know how to get over here.
It buzzes once more in my hand, and I smile so big, my cheeks hurt.
Damn, I just realized I'm not going to be able to kiss you today. How the hell am I going to keep my hands to myself all day? ;) - E
Once the boys have their food, we head toward the exhibits. There are tents and vendors and planes as far as the eye can see, and the closer we get to where Jasper says Edward will be, the more nervous I get.
We stop at every exhibit so the kids can get a closer look. The farther we walk, the more my stomach flips and flops. When we're about halfway down the line of planes, I spot a familiar shock of reddish-brown hair shining in the sunlight. My kids are oblivious to the turmoil simmering under the surface of my skin, but Alice is not.
"It'll be fine," she says quietly, looping her arm through mine. "Remember what you told me; he just wants to meet them. You don't have to tell the kids anything you're not ready to tell them."
I nod and keep walking, but the closer we get to where he's standing, the more anxious I get about how this introduction is going to go. When we close the distance and he spots us, my time is officially up.
"Hey, guys," he says, greeting all of us. "I'm glad you could make it."
Jasper is the first one to step forward, grinning ear to ear. "You know I couldn't pass up a chance to see you suffer in the sun all day."
"Real nice," Edward mutters under his breath before turning to Alice and kissing her cheek. "Hello, Ali." His focus shifts to the youngest Whitlock. "Hello, Brandon. I swear you look more like your old man every time I see you."
"Hello, Lieutenant Colonel Cullen," Brandon says, eliciting a smile from him.
"I thought we talked about that. I'm pretty sure I told you it's okay to call me Edward."
And then the man who's taken up permanent residence in my naughty daydreams turns his piercing green eyes on me. "Hello, Bella."
"Hey, Edward."
His gaze drops to the two boys at my side. "And who might these fine young men be?"
I place one hand on Jake's shoulder. "This is my son, Jacob. And this"—I place my other hand on Seth's—"is my youngest, Seth."
He walks over and holds out his hand to Jacob. "Nice to meet you, Jacob. I'm Edward, a friend of your mom's."
Jake glances up at me before turning back to Edward, holding out his own hand. "Nice to meet you," he says cautiously.
Edward turns his attention to my youngest. "And it's nice to meet you, Seth."
While Jacob is a little more guarded, Seth is practically vibrating with excitement. "You fly that?" he says, pointing at the jet behind my boyfriend.
Edward chuckles. "I do. Would you like to see it up close?"
Seth's head whips around so fast I'm worried it's going to spin right off. "Can I, Mom?"
"As long as Edward says it's okay, and you listen to everything he says."
"I will, Mommy."
"I mean it, Seth."
"I will," he insists.
Edward takes Seth's hand from mine, winking before they walk off. "He'll be okay." He looks down at my little troublemaker. "Won't you?"
Seth's reply is swallowed up by the din of the crowd as they walk away, but I hear Jacob loud and clear.
"He's your friend?"
Alice shoots me an encouraging smile and ushers her family away to give us some privacy.
I meet Jacob's questioning eyes. "He is."
"How do you know him?"
"He's a friend of Jasper's. You remember me telling you Jasper used to be in the Air Force, don't you?"
"Yeah," he says barely loud enough for me to hear.
"Well, they used to work together. I met Edward at Jasper's party last year."
"And Jasper used to fly one of these, right?"
"Yeah, he did. He and Edward flew together."
With a look of curiosity I haven't seen on his face in a long time, Jacob watches his little brother climb into the cockpit of the jet.
"Mom, take my picture!" Seth shouts. His grin is so wide, I'm surprised it doesn't spilt his cheeks.
"Okay." I hold up my phone to take a picture. There's no need to ask him to smile.
While Seth hams it up for the camera, I see Jacob out of the corner of my eye, watching his brother.
I gently jostle his shoulder. "I bet if you asked, he'd let you sit up there, too."
He glances my way, but his gaze goes right back to the jet. "You think so?"
"I do." I give him a little nudge. "Come on, I'll go with you."
As we step closer, I hear Seth's laughter, and it loosens the tightness I've carried around in my chest since Edward suggested he meet the boys.
"You really fly this?" I hear Seth ask. He's so short, I can't even see the top of his head as he sits down in the cockpit.
"I really do. See," Edward says, pointing to the painted script on the edge of the body panel near the cockpit, "it's got my name on it and everything."
"That's so cool! You have your name on a jet! It's yours."
Edward chuckles. "Well, it's not mine, exactly, but I'm the only one who flies this one right now."
He looks over his shoulder as Jake and I approach, and he winks at me before focusing once again on Seth. "Are you ready to share? I think your brother might want a turn."
I'm not prepared for the emotions I feel as I watch Edward help Seth out of the cockpit and carefully navigate the steps on the thin ladder. I never gave much thought to how I would feel to have another man show any kind of care or concern for my kids, and it's surprising how much it's affecting me. Seeing their bright smiles and the effortless way in which they interact sends a rush of relief through my veins. This man, the one who has gone above and beyond to show me he cares, is so at ease with my children. All the worry that they would shy away from him or that he would be uncomfortable them flies away, and I'm left with an overwhelming feeling of hope. Hope for a future of possibilities, hope for some real happiness ... for all of us.
Edward turns to Jacob. "What about you, Jacob? Do you want a turn up there?" he asks, thumbing over his shoulder toward his jet.
The grin that lights Jake's face almost brings tears to my eyes. It's the biggest smile I've seen from him in months.
"Yeah, I do."
A/N: Some sweet moments and some girl talk followed by the much anticipated meeting between Edward and the boys. I can't wait to hear your thoughts!
***Posting schedule change*** Since I'm leaving you in a feel-good, drama-free place, I'm pushing pause for a week. I did get a chapter done last week, but it's spring break here, and I'm not sure how much writing I'll get done. My most pesky offspring is home from school with nothing to do, so I'm sure he'll be extra pesky. Updates will resume on my 4/5.
Also, some on Team Sunshine are thoroughly amused that the "Cardboard Hero" chapter got more of a response than the "Sexy Sofa Times" chapter. Hehe. Personally, I loved his thoughtfulness with the cardboard delivery. That he's a sexy mofo who knows how to rev her engines is a given, right? ;)
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