A/N Happy Football Day! I'd add Happy Daylight Savings Time Day as well but since I hate it (and I've been awake since 5 AM), I refuse to do so. Stupid time changes. I'll be off all week, just you wait and see! Sorry, mini-rant but my hate is strong :)

I got word that I got nominated for some Twific awards at twifandomawards dot blogspot dot com. You guys should go check out the noms, that's a good way to find new great stories to read, I've found! Go, vote for your faves and thank you to whomever nominated me!

So, the Auburn/Ole Miss game was great yesterday. Ole Miss had it won except for those two crucial fumbles at the goal line. That was insane. And GA choked against UF. I'm sure my Gator girls are happy anyway. My morons are trying their best to kill me but the joke's on them. I don't watch when they play like crap in the first half so I'm not freaking when they come back in the second. If they choose to start playing the first half of games they might actually repeat as champs. I feel like I have a whole team of Jaspy's getting high for the first half and then sobering up in the second. Perhaps that is the case...

My fantasy teams run the gamut from 8-0 (Team Watt's Up Cock? Thank you JJ, baby) to 1-7 (Team Moist Foles, a nod to that word we all hate in fic, I guess since I used hated word in the name I'm being punished, but it still makes me laugh). Team MF is the team with 3 Eagles (eyes my Eagles fans, girls, make your team get their shit together!).

So, a little something (or someone) many of you have been wanting awaits! See you next week with more! Have a great week and Happy November (and happy end to the political ads in a few days! I cannot wait!)

Getting Blitzed Chapter 8

Why was it the one fucking day that I wanted to go home early, the day dragged ass? I was in another interminable meeting, watching the clock and pretending to listen to Coach go over the same shit we'd already discussed about three thousand times. I was ready. He knew that. And right now, the only thing I could concentrate on was the fact that I should have been out the door an hour ago.

"You have someplace more important to be, Cullen?" he asked, glaring at me.

Fuck. Guess he noticed that my mind was elsewhere. "No. Of course not."

He laughed, the asshole. "Your girl is waiting for you, isn't she?"

"She should be." I wouldn't know for sure since the one time I'd taken out my phone to see if she'd sent a text, he'd given me the evil eye and threatened to start Montoya instead of me.

"And you're anxious to get home to her."

No shit, Sherlock. Wisely, I kept my mouth shut and nodded. I wasn't going to get myself benched for the first game of the year. My debut. Edward Cullen, New York Giant. Fucking awesome.

"What do you do if they show a safety blitz on third and short?"

I blinked at his abrupt change of the subject. "Check down to Jennings."

He nodded and shot ten more questions at me. I answered each one to his satisfaction.

"You'll do. Don't let your girl keep you up too late tonight. I expect you in by eight to go over some more tape."

Eight? It was better than the six or so I'd been expecting. "I'll be here."

"Good. Get out of here. I'd tell you to have a good night, but I don't think that'll be an issue."

No, it most certainly wouldn't. I was out the door in a flash and nearly to my car when I heard my name being called. A-fucking-gain. Hell no. I glanced over and saw that Heidi was waving at me furiously, her car a row over from mine.

I gave her a half-assed wave and unlocked my car. Before I could get in, her hand landed on my back, and I quickly shrugged it off before turning to face her.

"What do you want?" I asked, in no fucking mood to be nice to her persistent ass. Hadn't I made it perfectly clear last time we talked that I was taken? What would it take to knock it into her head?

She stepped back, no doubt surprised at my phrasing, but I really couldn't bother to give a shit.

"My car won't start, and I was hoping you could take a look at it…"

Was she fucking serious? "What in the hell would make you think I know shit about cars? I know how to call a tow truck, and so do you, I imagine."

"Wow." She blinked and took a step back. "You don't have to be so mean about it. I just thought I'd ask since I saw you."

Fuck. "Sorry. It's been a long day, and I need to get home."

"Are you worried about tomorrow? You're going to be great, you know."

I smiled at that. "I'm never worried about what happens on the field." Only what happens off of it.

"We're all really excited to have you here. You're talented, handsome, smart, and extremely marketable. Making you the face of the Giants for the next decade or so is going to be a pure pleasure."

Was I imagining shit, or had she purred those last couple words?

"Right. Well, anyway, I have to go. Good luck with your car."

"Would you be able to give me a ride?"

Nope, clearly wasn't imagining it. She was leaning toward me with that hungry look in her eye again. Fuck this noise.

"Sorry. I'm headed home to give my fiancée one instead."

Her mouth fell open in a surprised "oh." I got in my car and drove away, leaving her standing there. Maybe it was a dick move, and maybe she really just wanted a ride, but I really didn't have the time or energy to deal with her either way. My girl was waiting for me, and nothing and nobody was keeping me from her a moment longer.

Xoxoxoxoxo

I flung open the door and practically ran into the room, calling her name. "Reed Girl? Baby? Are you here?"

"In the living room, baby!" a deep male voice answered. Fucking hell. What was he doing here?

I turned the corner and came to a stop when I saw my whole family sitting in the living room, along with my Reed Girl. I shot her a look, and she shrugged and mouthed sorry at me. Fucking hell, what was this?

"Why are you here?" I asked before I could stop myself.

"Real nice, son." Dad came over and gave me a hug before turning Mom loose on me. She smothered my face in kisses and cooed over how much she'd missed me and how I didn't call enough. Fucking hell. I was supposed to already be naked and buried in Reed Girl, not surrounded by family.

I finally escaped Mom's clutches, and then my arms were around the right person. I buried my face in her hair and inhaled her scent. Her pillow had stopped smelling like her and I missed it.

"It wasn't my idea," she whispered in my ear. "Your mother called, and…you know how it is."

Yeah, I did. My mom was a force of nature. I'd been surprised when none of them indicated they'd be here for my first game, but since Reed Girl was going to be, that was all that mattered.

"Yeah, I know." And then I brushed my lips over hers and she sighed and melted against me, and that was all it took. I crushed her to me and kissed her like my life depended on doing so. And maybe it did. Four weeks was entirely too fucking long since I'd had her in my arms.

"Can't you wait until we get to the hotel before you inhale her face?"

I flipped Blondie off rather than respond to her.

"Edward Anthony Cullen!"

Shit, Mom was in lecture mode. I reluctantly broke apart from Reed Girl and turned to her. "What?"

"You don't treat your family like that. We came to see your game."

"Don't look at me. I came to see that new housekeeper of yours! Is she here?" Emmett rubbed his hands with glee, and Blondie smacked the back of his head. "Ow! I just wanted to see her technique, Rosie! Maybe you could get a few pointers."

"If you think I'm going to clean the house for you, let alone clean it topless, you're a bigger moron than I ever knew. Have you scanned his brain for permanent damage?" Blondie asked Dad, who laughed and shook his head.

"He was that way before football, I'm afraid."

"Yes, Emmett rarely thinks at all," Mom supplied sourly, glaring at my brother. Clearly, she still hadn't forgiven him for eloping.

He sulked and looked at the floor. Fucking hilarious.

I sat in my chair and pulled Reed Girl into my lap. I didn't give a damn if my family had flown all this way to see me; I wasn't going to stop touching her. And smelling her. Fuck, she was awesome. Of course, Rainbow hopped up and sat on the arm next to me. All was as it should be, minus the infiltrators in the room.

"So, you all came to see me play, huh? This is a nice surprise." And it was. I just didn't really want to see them right now. Tomorrow was soon enough.

Emmett snorted. "You're such a liar. You can't wait for us to be gone so you can fu-"He winced when Mom smacked him. "Ow! I was going to say fondle!"

"That's not much better, doofus," Rose told him.

"I'm sure your brother is quite happy that we've all come to see him." Mom shot me a look that let me know that I damn well better be happy.

"Of course I am. You always go to my games. It wouldn't feel right without you." That was the truth. My parents had never missed even one of my games. Well, Dad had a time or two because of emergencies, but Mom was always there.

"I'm so excited! My son, an NFL quarterback! All those practices and games over all the years actually paid off." My mom was practically vibrating with joy. She reminded me of Shorty.

"Thanks, Mom." I didn't really want to get all emotional about it and shit, but I did appreciate all she'd done for me.

"You're more than welcome, baby. We're so proud of you; aren't we, Carlisle?"

Dad was looking out the window, taking in the view. "We are. This is an incredible place, Edward. You did well."

I squeezed Reed Girl. "Thanks. Bella had the final say, though. She did well."

She laughed. "We found it together. Our first real home."

Her eyes teared up a bit, and I hurried to kiss her. I didn't want her all sappy. I wanted her hot and bothered. As such, I slipped one of my hands between her thigh and the cushion and started to stroke her. She let out a soft moan and shifted on my lap.

"And now that you have a house, and real jobs-"

I held up a hand before my mom could continue. I knew where that conversation was headed.

"Wait. You heard back from them?" I demanded, turning Reed Girl to face me.

She bit her lip, and then a big smile broke over her face. "Yesterday. I wanted to tell you in person."

"Baby, that's awesome! I knew they'd want you. They'd be stupid not to." I kissed her hard. "We should go celebrate or something, shouldn't we?"

Reed Girl shook her head. "We're not going anywhere. The game starts in about an hour."

Holy shit, I'd forgotten. Jasper's debut as starting quarterback. "Is he ready?" His paranoid ass had called me just about every day this week. I kept assuring him he'd be fine, but I wasn't there to see.

Emmett nodded. "Yeah, he looks pretty good. He tends to throw the ball away a little too quickly if he sees pressure coming, but at least he isn't doing anything stupid like chucking the ball as he gets sacked." He waggled his eyebrows at me, and I flipped him off.

"That was my first preseason game. I haven't made that mistake again." Nor would I. Coach would have my fucking ass.

"Yeah, we figured we'd order in and watch the game for a bit. Then we'll head out to get Charlie and go to the hotel."

"Your dad's coming?" I asked Reed Girl.

She laughed. "Did you think he'd miss it? He couldn't get an early flight, but he'll be there tomorrow, cheering you on with the rest of us."

That was really kind of nice. "Cool."

"And of course Jasper and Alice wish they could be here. They'll be at the Jacksonville game in a couple weeks," Blondie told me.

That was going to be awesome. Edward Cullen, returning home as the conquering hero. I couldn't fucking wait. Plus, the Jags sucked ass. That was going to be an easy win.

"Awesome."

"Now, as I was saying, since you've both got a house and jobs, it's time that we discuss the little matter of your wedding." Mom reached down and pulled a huge-ass binder out of her giant purse. "I've done a little preliminary research-"

"A little? It looks like you robbed a wedding planner." Mom shot me a look, so I shut my mouth. But really, that shit was insane.

"Well, seeing as both of my sons got engaged recently, I thought that I'd have two weddings to help plan."

If Emmett could disappear into my couch, he totally would right now. He was hunched up in a little ball under the heat of Mom's gaze.

"Now, Esme." Dad patted her back. "What's done is done. The kids are happy. You should be happy for them."

"I'm sorry, Esme." Blondie looked like she wanted to cry. "The opportunity presented itself, and we didn't think about how upset you'd be."

"Oh, Rose, I'm not mad at you. We both know that it was Emmett's idea. You don't have to cover for him. I'm thrilled that you're part of the family." Mom hugged her.

Rose pulled back, beaming. "I'm so glad you're not upset with me."

"Of course I'm not. You're not my boneheaded son. He knew how badly I wanted to see you two married. We discussed it plenty over the past year."

"Aren't we talking about Edward's wedding?" Emmett asked, sounding desperate.

Damn, it had been fun to watch him squirm. But now all eyes turned to us.

"Well, clearly we aren't getting married until after the season is over." We had time, right?

Mom rolled her eyes. "Obviously, Edward, but it takes time to plan a proper wedding. If you want to get married before next season, we need to book the venue right now. Even that might be difficult, but we'll find a way to get it done." That was Mom's way of saying we'd bribe the fuck out of somebody if necessary.

"Now, Bella and I have talked about it a little bit, but nothing has been decided." She walked over and put the hundred-pound book in Reed Girl's hands. I swear, she could barely hold it. "To start, I've subdivided the folder into locations. There's New York, of course, and Tallahassee, since that's where you met, Washington, and home. Under each location, there's subheadings for churches, important venues, landmarks, and parks."

Jesus fucking Christ. My head was spinning. I looked at Reed Girl, who was holding the book away from her body like it was a bomb. I had to nip this shit in the bud.

"Mom, it's cool that you went to all that trouble. And I swear we'll try to set a date in the next couple of weeks, but I have a lot of sh…stuff on my mind right now. I've watched about a hundred hours of game film in the past week. I kind of need to have my mind clear for tomorrow, you know?"

"Thank you," my girl whispered under her breath.

"Okay, but you don't have too long," my mother told us, taking that wedding bible away, thank fuck. It wasn't that I was against figuring out the wedding shit. But having locations and subheadings and what not? I couldn't begin to focus on that crap.

I looked at Reed Girl. "Do you want to get married in Tally where we met, or here, where we'll be living? Or do you want to fly to an island and get married on the beach at sunset?" Where in the hell that idea had come from was beyond me, but every single female in the room let out a gasp of delight. I was only concerned with one female, though.

"That sound good to you, baby?"

She kissed me soundly. "God, yes. We can have just our little group of friends and parents, and it'd be perfect."

"Done. Mom can start a fat new binder for location weddings."

"It's called destination weddings," she informed me primly, like I gave a shit. She started typing shit into her phone.

Reed Girl looked a bit overwhelmed at the idea of another binder. "Then Bella and I will rip a page out, and that'll be our place."

She giggled while my mom looked horrified at the very idea. "But…there's so many things to consider. Accommodations, venue, availability…"

"Then you'd better get busy with your research and have it in tip-top shape because that's what we're doing."

Reed Girl shook her head. "We'll look it over, I promise."

My ass. But my mom looked slightly less insane, so I let it slide. She got a pen out of her bag and started making notes about something or other and muttering to herself while the rest of us settled in to watch the Noles.

It was hard as fuck to watch someone else, even Jasper, quarterback my team. I literally felt my fingers itching to get my hands on the ball, especially when his first couple of passes were pressed and he looked shaky. I couldn't stop myself from firing off a text or two to him, knowing he'd probably look at his phone at halftime.

Call your play, do your drop, set your feet, take a breath, and then throw. You have this.

Watch your check down. Stevens has been open every single time. Get the ball to him and let him make some plays. It'll get the DBs questioning where the ball is going to go, and they'll lose a step on Gibbs and Denard.

Be smart. You got lucky that didn't get picked. Gibbs was blanketed by the DB and the safety was right fucking there.

Reed Girl stayed on my lap the whole game, stroking her hands through my hair, smiling every time I cursed and sent Jasper another message.

"What?" I asked when she giggled at my latest one.

"You are too cute. I love that you're coaching Jasper up. It's going to make his day when he sees those texts."

Ugh. She was right. "Well, he keeps texting during mine. Of course his are crappy and stalker-like. 'I'm watching you.' He should be in a horror movie."

Everyone laughed at that.

"Seriously, bro, he idolizes you. You made his day when you went over game tape with him." Emmett grinned. "If he didn't have a fiancée, I'd tell you to watch out."

"Yeah. Yeah." We were up 17-10 at the half, which wasn't nearly enough in my book. It was weird, watching a college game. College had been so fucking easy. I'd never lost a game. And while I'd known going in that the NFL was going to be a real challenge, it was jarring just how different it was. When you were playing against the best of the best, week in and week out, you found out just how much you had to learn. Not that I was admitting that shit out loud to anyone other than Reed Girl.

Our food arrived, and we were chowing down when my phone buzzed with an incoming text. Reed Girl handed it to me, laughing at what she saw.

You're watching me! Do I look good?

What the fuck was wrong with that fool?

I'm watching the game, not you. And if you're asking about your form, you're dancing around too much in the pocket. Plant your feet and throw. Just like in practice.

"And here I thought I had to worry about PR ladies and Jersey Shore girls," Reed Girl said, laughing at me.

"You don't have to worry about anything." I threw my plate on the table and kissed her. "You're it for me."

"I know, but I don't like that pushy Heidi." I winced at that name, and her eyes narrowed. "What? What did she do now?"

I shrugged, because I honestly didn't know if I was reading too much into what she'd said. "Nothing really." I grabbed a bread stick and stuffed it in my mouth, while Reed Girl continued to give me a knowing look. "Sheaskedmeforaride," I murmured around the bread.

Reed Girl took the stick and pointed what was left at me. "What was that? I couldn't understand you."

Fuck. I finished chewing. "On my way out today, she said her car wasn't working and asked me for a ride."

"What kind of ride?"

How much did I fucking love that my girl was always on the same wavelength as me? Emmett hooted at the question, while Blondie glared, my mother tisked, and my father just grinned.

"I didn't bother to find out. I told her that my fiancée was waiting at home for a ride and she should call a tow service."

Reed Girl's irritation faded right out of her face as she laughed and kissed me again. Fuck yes. I got it right. I always did with her.

"Edward! Really? What kind of thing is that to say?" My mother tried to keep her fierce look on, but I noticed her lips twitching before she shook with laughter. "Carlisle, our son is too much like you for his own good."

"I think being like me has gotten him in the perfect place," Dad said smugly.

I couldn't deny that shit, not when my eyes landed on the laughing girl in my arms. "I just told her the truth. But then you were all here cockblocking me," I grumbled, making them laugh again.

Dad said, "Sorry," while Mom smacked the back of my head.

"There are some things a mother doesn't need to hear."

Damn it. "Sorry, Mom." But I wasn't. Especially when Jasper got his shit together and the Noles were up by three TDs heading into the fourth quarter.

My family decided that they needed to hit the hotel, and after another round of hugs, I finally had my girl alone.

"Thank fuck," I told her when we closed the door, before I pressed Reed Girl against the wall and got my hands on her perfect tits.

She kissed me back before gently nudging me aside.

"What?" I asked, following her into the living room.

"Nothing. We have all night, don't we?"

Fuck yeah we did. "So, we should get started," I suggested hopefully.

She shook her head and sat on the couch, picking up Rainbow and cuddling her to her chest. Fuck. Something was wrong.

"What's the matter?" I sat next to her, and put my arm around her.

"Nothing, really. It's just hard, you know? I'm down there, and you're up here, and beautiful women are throwing themselves at you. I mostly deal with it, but I hate that she works with you and can see you every day."

I pulled her back onto my lap, turning her so she was facing me. Rainbow seemed to like that, rubbing up against both of us.

"First, I don't see her every day. I avoid the fuck out of her. And you know you have nothing to worry about, right?"

She nodded, but her big brown eyes looked sad. "I know. I just miss you. And I hate that she won't leave you alone."

"Do you want me to get her fired?" I totally would. They had to value me more than they valued her, right?

She laughed and shook her head. "No. I just wish-"she broke off and fiddled with her engagement ring.

"What do you wish?" I asked, brushing her hair out of her face. I'd do anything she asked. I hated to see her sad. And admittedly, she'd put up with more than her fair share of shit when it came to women hitting on me, from the time we'd first gotten together right through PR bitch.

She held up her hand, wiggling the finger with her engagement ring on it. "This acts like a deterrent, you know? Guys look at me"-Who the fuck looked at her?-"and talk to me"-again who the fuck were these guys?-"but they see this and they tend to back off without me even telling them I'm taken."

I was having a hard time focusing on anything beyond the fact that guys were hitting on her. "Who are these guys?" I'd have to get her a bodyguard or something, someone to scare the fuck out of anybody who thought of looking at her.

Reed Girl raised an eyebrow. "What? You think I'm not attractive to other men? Am I ugly?"

She knew that shit wasn't at all what I meant. "You know you're not. But you're mine."

"And you're mine. I want people to know that."

"I tell everyone," I assured her, because I fucking did. I talked about her all the time like the pussy-whipped asshole that I was.

"I know." She turned her ring again and shrugged. "I just hate being away from you, is all. I'm sorry I got weird about it."

I took Rainbow and set her aside before cupping my girl's face in my hands. "I hate being away from you, too. So fucking much. But you never, ever have to worry about the PR chick or anyone else. You're it for me."

"You're it for me, too," she murmured before leaning forward to kiss me.

I felt her ring brush against my scalp as she tangled her fingers in my hair, and inspiration struck. I pulled back and grinned at her. "Why don't I wear a ring?"

She blinked before a bright smile stole over her beautiful face. "You'd do that? Even though we're not married yet?"

I didn't give a fuck. If it made her happy and maybe deterred a persistent bitch or two, I was all for it. "Of course."

"I love it! I'll get you one tomorrow before the game."

"One less thing to plan for the wedding," I told her, standing and starting to carry her toward the bedroom. I had to stop when she yanked my shirt over my head and spread her hands over my chest.

"I think you're getting even sexier," she murmured, before latching onto my neck with her lips. "Thank you for putting up with my crazy."

It was true. My muscles were even more defined now, with all the lifting and strength training. "They work me hard." I squeezed her ass. "And your kind of crazy is the perfect kind for me."

She laughed and tightened her thighs around my waist. "Why don't you work me hard right now?"

I didn't need to be told twice. I gave us both the workout of a lifetime that night.