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Chapter 46

The New Everyday Life?

Bella

What a day! The hangover of my life, the sex of my life, an all-encompassing promise, the reunion with his family, my unconscious daughter, attacked by my son. The love of my life! Right next to me. And he was playing my song. This little moment, right now, was so perfect that it moved me to unbridled tears. My children stood there, equally taken by the music, and Edward sat right next to me on the little bench.

I put my arms around his body and leaned my head against his shoulder while he played. As soon as the last notes faded away, his arms were around me and he kissed the last tears from my cheeks.

"Beautiful," Leah murmured dreamily.

"Delightful," Becky also marveled, entranced.

"Yeah, quite nice," Jake agreed dryly, but I could tell the melody had moved him, too.

I just held on to my angel while I tried to calm myself down inside. I had really considerate children. They quietly disappeared into this delightful fireplace room on the other side of the house.

"A nice house," I said honestly.

"It's yours."

"I just want the owner!" I corrected as I pulled his lips towards me.

"He' s already yours a long time ago!" whispered Edward. "Jake's already considering what he might do to Becky in that little Jacuzzi back there," Edward then chuckled after a moment.

"What's he imagining then?" I inquired, equally chuckling.

"Speaking about it is not proper ... But maybe I could show you this weekend."

"I'd love to," I confirmed, imagining how we would 'kill time' here all by ourselves. After all, my children were old enough and could spare me for the weekend. They would probably cheer and secretly throw a party. Wouldn't be the first time.

"How do you imagine things between the two of us?" he then asked with a serious undertone.

I frightened.

What did he mean by that then now? Would he now tell me that it didn't work with us? Was this violent dispute between my children perhaps too much for him? ... I would not be surprised ...

"I mean ... I have a house. You have a house. Here is my family. In yours your children. And I do not intend to spend another night without you!", he said immediately, however.

I exhaled in relief.

"I think you've just given yourself the answer!" I replied, without giving it any further thought.

Slightly confused, he looked at me.

It seemed so logical to me that I wondered why he hadn't realized it himself.

"At my place during the week and here on weekends," I said then.

"That sounds like a plan!" he confirmed, kissing me deeply. "But shouldn't you maybe ask your kids if they're okay with this plan?" he then asked.

He was probably right about that, I had to admit. It was their home. To simply ignore they after I had urged her on Monday to always tell me what you think would not be fair.

So, we went over to them.

I was a little scared. How did one ask your children if your boyfriend could move in?

I stammered to myself and looked at the floor. My words were a single mumble, but they understood me. They looked at me with unfathomable gazes.

"Are you serious?" asked Jake, and I noticed that Edward beside me also paused.

"You're really asking us that?" Leah also asked sullenly.

I had somehow imagined that differently and looked to the floor again. I was disappointed.

"They're just teasing us," Edward then whispered to me, and gave my hand an encouraging squeeze.

I lifted my gaze again and Jake and Leah laughed at me.

"Of course, we agree. That you really ask us for permission, we could not believe!" they explained and I took them both in my arms.

Becky's cell phone rang and she immediately ran back to the living room where she had left it.

Edward said it was her father and he had apparently already expected his daughter back. He would be angry.

I walked over to Becky and asked for the phone.

I spoke nicely and kindly, apologizing that I had completely forgotten how late it was and that I had invited Becky to dinner. It apparently reassured him that the children were finally back under parental supervision again and was satisfied.

Well, that was easy.

But it was already almost nine o'clock and we still had a good half-hour drive ahead of us. In this respect, we should leave slowly so that Becky's father did not become suspicious. Edward was of the same opinion.

"Then I guess I should take some clothes with me," Edward smiled between a few kisses.

"And your school supplies!" it then occurred to the mother in me.

Edward chuckled and nodded.

Until we were home - I inevitably smiled at the thought that WE were HOME - I had also come up with an appropriate punishment for Jake.

It was all the harsher because he had seen Becky without interruption for the past thirty-six hours. It made me feel sorry for myself to make him pay in this way and thus hurt Becky at the same time. But it had to be done so that he understood the range of his actions.

Jake, of course, was anything but thrilled and yelled at me spitefully.

That I couldn't do that, whether I knew what I would be doing to him, that he would hate me.

"What would you have put me through if you had killed one of the two!", I made my son wonder in a peaceful tone of voice and left the room.

I pulled the door closed behind me and leaned against it. I concentrated on breathing evenly and calmly.

Words of anger. It wasn't the first time one of my children had yelled at me like that, but I also knew that eventually he would repent and apologize.

Leah gave me a 'good night' kiss and then went to her room. And I let myself fall belly-down on the sofa, exhausted.

It took only a blink of an eye before I felt cool fingers on the back of my neck, beginning to massage me with pleasant gentle pressure.

"Jake sure has gotten ... loud," Edward noted after a few silent minutes during which I enjoyed this massage.

It did so good.

"Not the first time," I mumbled through the pillow I had sunk my face into.

I noticed I was starting to get tired and sat up.

"Can I do any good for you?" he asked tenderly, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

I smiled.

This question alone was already a balm for my soul, but I needed something else. When I argued with both of them, only one thing helped me. Chocolate!

We talked about Jake and Leah.

He was curious about what the two of them had already done and what kind of punishments I had come up with for them.

There was a lot to tell. But I had also let the two of them get away with some things, partly without their knowledge. For example, a few years ago, Cathlyn and I had considered the most impressive way we could keep Jake and Brandon away from alcohol. They were both thirteen and Bran's older brother was eighteen. We asked him to take them both to a party and get them really drunk. And with Leah and Lisa, we had done something similar drastic when the duds had to get ever shorter and tighter. We had warned the two of them often enough that they attracted a certain kind of men with that, but they didn't want to listen to me and Amber. Peter's nephew helped us with that. That was perhaps not exactly the fine pedagogical type, but it had appeared with both of them.

"As a mother, you have to be creative!" I defended myself, yawning, as Edward accused me of doing it.

"You should go to bed. It's already eleven thirty."

I nodded and put my glass still in the kitchen.

"I'm guessing they fell asleep together?" I asked him on the way up.

"How do you know that?" asked Edward, puzzled.

"No matter what they do to each other, they love and they comfort each other," I said sentimentally as I opened Leah's door.

They lay on the floor with Jake leaning against the bed and Leah's head resting on the side of his stomach.

We put the two of them each in their own bed.

"Do you ever wish your ignorance back?" asked Edward with a smirk as I tucked Jake in and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

"It would have saved me a lot of sleepless nights, but how long would that last?" I sighed.

"With your curiosity? Not very long!" Edward teased me and pulled Jake's door shut. Then, with lightning speed, he lifted me up in his arms. "And now I'm taking you to bed!" he whispered seductively, and I felt warm.

I thought about today at noon and how exciting it was to get DRESSED. How would then the UNDRESSING only become? But I would find out another evening. I could have already slept standing still, which of course did not remain hidden from Edward.

I hurried to the bathroom and then snuggled up to my marble statue of David.

Unnecessarily I was in my pajamas. Edward had insisted that I put them on. And he was also wearing a T-shirt and boxer shorts. So that I wouldn't get too cold when we lie huddled together all night.

We made fun of this situation briefly.

A never sleeping vampire would procure a pair of pajamas tomorrow.

But then I quickly fell asleep.

"Good morning, my heart," I heard the velvety voice of my angel as I felt thousands of fleeting kisses on the back of my neck and the side of my throat.

I had actually fallen asleep again. I had noticed how he had gotten up and I immediately lay down in his place so that I would not miss the coolness so much. It had apparently worked too well. I could have sworn that was just five seconds ago.

I turned to face him, who was supporting himself with his hands to the right and left of me.

"Good morning, sweetheart," I murmured, still a bit sleepy, and eyed the face that was looking at me in a good mood.

I stroked over his skin, tracing his contours and eyebrows.

The gold in his eyes had lost luster and saturation, but this was anything but detrimental to their hypnotic effect. I would now see this face every morning, I joyfully remembered yesterday's events. Well, what could I say? There were worse things than being woken up by Edward. Not to say anything else would be worse. Even the soft chirping of a songbird would be worse in direct comparison.

He let himself fall next to me and, hugging me, rolled onto his back so that I was lying sideways half on top of him.

"How did you sleep?" he inquired.

"Good. And yourself?"

"Been interesting!" he sounded a bit challenging.

I could think why and - very likely blushing - dropped my head on his shoulder.

He, on the other hand, laughed happily.

I had dreamed of him. Again, of this white bedroom on the tropical island. Only this time the dream had come very close to yesterday's reality.

He gently lifted my head again.

"I've already told you: if I had dreams, they would all be about you. And I'm not ashamed of it," he whispered in love, breathed a kiss on my lips, and then handed me a coffee.

"You don't have to bring me my coffee in bed every morning," I complained a little.

I heard something in the hallway.

"Or to my kids either," I added. They certainly wouldn't think of complaining about that.

"I like doing it, though."

"But that's silly ..." I began. I really thought so. After all, he had nothing to gain from it.

"If I start the coffee machine for you, get rolls ..." objected Edward.

"You got rolls? Oh ... Edward," I gasped. I thought that was even sillier still. We were grown-ups, however, and had been doing just fine without him so far.

"... get rolls and prepare breakfast for you, you can stay a little longer lying ... With me!", he explained further.

My arguments had somehow just vanished into thin air and I snuggled up to him again. I would have preferred to stay lying in bed - with such pleasant company - but my gaze automatically flitted over to the alarm clock at some point. If things weren't going to be hectic - and I hated it when things were hectic in the morning - I would probably have to get up after all.

So, I stood up with a disappointed sigh.

I went to the bathroom and I really couldn't stop Edward from making breakfast.

But it was also delicious yesterday.

I had just finished brushing my teeth when an idea came to me. An idea that sent an anticipatory little shiver through my body.

I braced myself at the sink and looked in the mirror. I tried to put on a seductive gaze so that my voice would then sound the same.

"Do you want to take a shower with me?" I then asked my mirror image and probably louder than would have been necessary.

Mentally I counted.

Twenty-one, twenty- ...

There he already stood behind me. I grinned because he had been so fast. And I blinked once because he had been SO fast.

"Milady need help?" he inquired very formally.

"I'm afraid so. I have such a hard time getting to my back," I pretended quite helplessly and apologetically, when the first buttons of my pajamas were also already open.

I turned to him, stood on my tiptoes and kissed him while pushing his t-shirt up.

I just couldn't get enough from this man.

We were quickly undressed and Edward turned on the water. Only when it had the right temperature in his opinion, he lifted me a little from the floor and went with me into the shower stall. I wrapped my legs around his hips, while his hands placed themselves under my buttocks.

He wanted to lower me, but I continued to clasp him with my legs. Our gazes met excitedly. He kissed me fiercely until we climaxed together, trembling, so that we did not moan loudly in liberation as we did yesterday.

I seemed to be floating on cloud nine when he then put me on my feet - still kissing me. Only when my heart calmed down, we really began to wash. Mutually.

My heart was so somewhat lost ...

"I think I can't be together with you," I considered, wrapped in a towel and leaning against the sink while Edward rubbed my hair dry.

"What?" he stopped instantly and looked at me in shock.

"My heart can't take this permanently," I complained.

He smiled. He realized I was just teasing him.

"You're under medical supervision."

"But the doctor is to blame for my condition!" I continued to insist.

"Then I guess I'd better not touch you again," Edward clarified and went to the farthest end of my bathroom.

"Okay," was all I said, putting the towel away and entering my bedroom naked.

Edward was leaning in the doorway with a towel around his hips, fixing me with his eyes.

Indecisively I stood in front of my closet and considered how long I would have to stand still here ... Not long. Already with the first piece I was thinking of putting on, Edward's hands were on my skin and his lips were on the back of my neck. My heart commented on it, of course.

"I thought you didn't want to touch me anymore?" I inquired.

"I lied!"

"Well ... thank God!"

"Jake is standing outside the door," Edward then said quietly as we had just finished getting dressed.

Mutually, but faster than yesterday. Unfortunately, we did not have as much time this morning as we had yesterday.

"Come in, Jake," I called out.

I just put on my shoes, but immediately rose.

Jake came into my room ... just as I thought he would. With his head down and remorseful.

Edward asked him if he preferred to speak to me privately, but Jake waved it off with a slight smile.

He would listen anyway, right? He was sorry for the manner in which he had yelled at me yesterday and for all the things he had flung at me, and he apologized for it.

I didn't doubt that it was the truth, but the punishment remained.

"How long?" he asked with a heartbreaking dog ... um ... wolf look. Dogs did not like to hear my children at all.

"That depends entirely on you!" I refused to give an exact time.

But he understood why I was so strict in this case.

He nodded and took me in his arms.

"I love you, Mom," he whispered.

"Me too, Jake," I gave him a kiss on the forehead and he trotted back out with his shoulders slumped. Great. Now I had a guilty conscience.

"He counted on the fact that you would not remit his punishment. He knows he deserves it," Edward tried to cheer me up again.

I nodded.

"He'll run by her house in the evening when he goes with Leah for his evening patrol." I had already been sure of that when I had thought up this penance.

"Then you're not going to charge Leah to stop that very thing?" Edward asked in amazement.

I shook my head, went to him and put my arms around his neck.

"I would also take any chance, however small, to see you." For this answer I got a romantic kiss. That's how it was intended!

"Can I actually drive my motorcycle again?" I then asked over breakfast.

I thought I saw a hint of suspicion in his eyes, but I wasn't sure.

Sorry. Not so much is happening at the moment. But it will get more exciting again soon. Promise!

Sandra (Psy1980)

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