A/N: Be warned. Some of y'all may not like the turn the story is about to take... Enjoy.
I must have fallen asleep in the den because next thing I hear is Micah screaming.
"Bella, Pinky has escaped! We can't find her! Help!"
That causes me to shoot up and run out of the den like my ass was on fire.
"What do you mean Pinky is gone?" I yelled.
"Well…, Emmett went outside to take a call and.. I guess, he left the door opened…" Micah explained trailing off.
'Emmett fucking Cullen has just made my shit list.' I thought angrily.
"Bella Marie, hey calm down. Pinky is fine." Rosalie says pointing out to the back porch.
We all turned to see Emmett sitting in the reinforced porch swing, with Pinky cradled in heavily muscled arms.
"Aww… I think I'm in love. " Rosalie mutters entranced.
I snort, before beginning to sing loudly. It causes both Clementine and Roofy to sprint towards me, stopping at my feet. I continue to project, watching out the window amused. (A/N: I don't know if this actually works. I think it only works with herd animals
Note, that a friend of mine told me that singing or projecting a call towards them is better than just calling them over to where you are. Or using their toys, and Roofy's whistle. It captures their attention faster. I'll tell you that.
I silently watched amused as Pinky suddenly springs from Emmett's arms onto the swing, and onto the porch floor, and towards the house, and through the opened patio doors.
She catches him by surprise, which in turn causes him to jump up a foot in the air. The motion jerks the swing backward, and causes the chains to pop with a 'plunk, plunk' then crash to the ground with Emmett on top of what's left of the swing.
"Whoops" I mutter, picking up Pinky as she stops at my feet, before retreating to the kitchen to feed my babies, with Roofy and Clementine trailing happily behind me.
"Oh shit. Damn it, if the Colonel finds out that the swing has broken, he's going to blow a fucking gasket." Micah says, in shocked amusement, running out to help Emmett up.
That porch swing? Pawpaw put various swings around the porch when great nana Marie lived here with them. She died a few months after we all left for college.
I miss that old woman, my family says I'm a carbine copy of her. I tend to wonder, why?
The first thing I did when I walked into the room was check the time on the clock in the oven.
Then I proceed to put my babies into the playpens. Yes, Pinky get one on her own since she is the oldest, and Clementine doesn't like sharing with anyone else besides Roofy, why I don't know.
"What are you going to do?" Mary asks, walking in sleepily.
"I feel like eating some Great Nana Marie's double chocolate chip brownies." I say as I begin to pull out the ingredients.
"Oh, I guess I'll leave you to it then." She says, before cooing at Pinky and picking her up.
Once everything was laid out I began working. Focusing solely on my brownies.
Forty-five minutes later, I pull them out of the oven.
I don't hear when Edward walks into the kitchen. So, imagine my surprise when I pull out the scorching sheet pan of brownies and drop them in surprise.
I marvel at the wonderful sight set before me.
Standing before me is a freshly showered Edward, in a fucking tank top and lowly hung pajama bottoms. I can fucking see his entire tattoos, except the part on his chest that was hidden.
Ever since I'd met Edward, it was like I was back in freshman year of high school. Not that much has changed though, I'm still a virgin, and lacking in that particular field of experience.
"Oh my gosh, are you alright?" He asks rushing towards me.
I was so entranced by the beautiful ink designs that adorned his muscular muscles. I was salivating, in more ways than one, and could only stand there staring like a complete moron.
Fuck me if I'm not. Were his biceps always that big. They're almost as big as Emmett's.
"Bella? Are you alright?" He asked, concerned
"I-I...yeah, I-I am fine." I stutter, blinking back into reality.
I had to check myself to see if I inflicted any injuries to myself. Luckily, I didn't, well, my ego doesn't count.
"Do I smell some chocolate baked goods?" Emmett asked, walking into the kitchen, with his nose in the air.
Edward quickly took the oven mit from me before picking up the sheet pan of unharmed Great Nana Marie's double chocolate chip brownies.
He sets them down on top of the cooling rack I set atop the counter.
I take a tentative step before searing pain shoots up my left leg. When I look down I notice small pieces of glass on the floor.
My automatic reaction is to lean onto the counter and check my injured foot.
As soon as I lift it I pull out a large piece of glass from it.
"Emmett, get me the first-aid kit from the bottom right cabinet door please." I say, as I point to it with right hand while using my left hand to hold a napkin to it.
"Who fucking broke something and didn't clean it up?" I mumbled angrily.
"Here." Edward says, setting the kit down as Emmett checks to make sure there wasn't any glass left in my foot.
There weren't, luckily.
After he put some antibiotic ointment on and around the wound, he wrapped my foot in a small bandage.
I then proceeded to hop off of stool Edward plopped me on before.
"I think I've had enough action for today. I'm going to bed. I'll see you all in the morning." I say limping away to my room.
The next morning, I woke up feeling overheated.
My body ached as if I had gone back to taking my classes at the gym near the hospital. Not that my schedule allowed it.
Now I'm getting flashes of memories from last night and the terrifying dread and panic that settle within me. Now, I'm scared to even move an inch.
Then suddenly as if a wave washed over me. I remembered everything that happened last night. How Rosalie and Mary, came into my room bringing wine and a plateful of brownies, stating that we need time to ourselves, to relax. Then later coaxed me to the den. Judging by the fact that I'm stark naked! Well, I guess it worked a little too well.
Now, I'm trying to gather the strength to final sit up on the bed, but my head keeps spinning.
"Oh...my head." I moan, finally cracking my eyes open, only to realize that I'm not in my room but in the bed in the fucking den.
Yeah, I should explain why there is a bed in here. Well, Pawpaw being the rather old fart that he is, decided he didn't want to sleep upstairs anymore and fixed the den up to be a studio apartment of sorts.
Now, I'm mad at myself for not fucking taking it out.
'Think Bella, do you really think if a bed wasn't here, it would've stopped you from doing this?' My inner bitch snarked.
'Not now.' I snapped back.
I blink twice, thrice, maybe even four times before I finally take a look at the body next to mine.
String muscle build, tattoos on both arms, well one and a half, and coppery bronze hair. It confirmed, I, Bella Swan was no longer a virgin, and I didn't know whether to cry or be mad about this fact.
He groans too, "oh god, what...Bella?... how… are you..? Where are we…? What happened?" He asks sitting up too.
"We're in the den. Yes, I'm naked… and I don't really think you need me to explain what exactly happened last night." I state, hugging the thick wool blanket to my chest.
"Hey Bella, what's for… oh my god! My eyes! I'm blind! Get me some brain bleach! Ahh, the horror!" Micah cries, covering his eyes.
Crap, and now everyone will know.
Why do bad things keep happening to me?