A trip to the beach
As the Realtor had said they would be, they were out of the house by the very first of May. It took us almost the entire month of May just to slowly move all our stuff into the house. Move it in, not unpack it.
It took so long because both Edward and I were working so hard. May and June were some of his busiest months because of weddings. Apparently, everyone wanted to get married then, and they all wanted Edward to play at their wedding. He was working six days a week, and you could tell it was wearing on him. I, on the other hand, was getting caught up with the time I had lost while we were getting set up. I was trying to get things settled to a good point. I hoped I could accomplish that for both of us.
It was June first when we moved the last box in, going around my old apartment to make sure I didn't forget anything. Edward wrapped his arms around me as we stood in the empty living room, giving me a moment to process it all.
"Wow," I said quietly.
"We have a lot of fond memories here," he said softly, squeezing my waist. "Especially over the last month or so," he whispered against my skin as he bent down to kiss my neck.
He was right though. The last month of us living together had been great. Though I was worried that perhaps it was a honeymoon period, it was hard not to get lost in all the wonderful little things. Like falling asleep and waking up in Edward's arms every single day.
To wake up to a smile and a kiss. Now, that was amazing.
And every single morning we would make breakfast together and eat at my little table before going off for our day. I worried that the closeness might hurt something. That we would get sick of each other, but it hadn't happened yet.
The only thing we had remotely fought about was rearranging the money. Since the house was so much cheaper than we initially imagined it to be, Edward was not comfortable merely paying for that. We finally got it boiled down to he would pay the house and the food, and I would pay for everything else. It was a compromise we were both happy with. I wasn't exactly sure how we would work out going out to eat yet, because we hadn't exactly done it much in the last little while, but I guess we would figure it out.
We would have a lot of things to work on. I was good with that.
We slept in the house for the first time that night, surrounded by boxes, and completely exhausted. Not from the meager amount of moving we did that day, but because of the massive amount of sex that we had. Over a five hour period, we had sex six times. On the kitchen island, against the wall of what would be his music room, on the window seat bench in my new office, in the living room on the couch while we waited for the pizza to finish cooking, in the shower while we actually trying to clean up, and finally in bed.
Apparently, the new house smell was like Viagra to my boyfriend. At around two in the morning, I felt his restless hands drag over my hips before slowly making their way to the apex of my thighs.
"No sir," I mumbled. "The kitchen is closed."
He warmly kissed my neck as he chuckled, "we've lived together in our own home a grand total of less than twenty-four hours, and you're already denying me?"
"Damn straight," I answered with a yawn. "One of us has to be responsible and make sure we get some sleep."
"I am responsible. Very. And, I know exactly what I'm responsible for right now," he said suggestively into my ear. It was too much of an opening, and I had to know what cheesy thing he was going to say. I loved him dearly, but sometimes he was just a cheesy horn ball.
"Oh, and what are you responsible for precisely?"
"Your orgasm," he said, slipping one of his hands under my panties and between my thighs.
I groaned loudly, throwing my head back as his fingers toured my sensitive flesh. I removed his hand quickly and rolled over to see his 'I'm an innocent, angelic angel' face. It didn't go along very well with his 'I'm going to get nookie' smile and his 'yay, she's not wearing a shirt' eyes.
"Tomorrow, you owe me a massage," I said as I attacked his mouth. He chuckled and nodded.
"I'll book you a bloody fucking spa day. You deserve it, love," he said, his accent thick with the pleasure of my wandering hands.
Yeah, he was cheesy, but it usually worked on me.
I straddled his waist as I leaned down to kiss him. With the simple movements of his hands, my panties were pushed to the side, and he was straining to go inside of me. "I'm holding you to that," I said as I slid down on him slowly. "I'm not twenty-five anymore, and I can't handle all this abuse," I teased him.
"Abuse?" He said in a soft growl as his fingers gripped my hips. "I'll show you abuse, baby."
One second I was upright and the next I was on my back, being pounded into. There wasn't much talking after that. Except for the occasional 'yes,' 'oh, god,' 'fuck,' and my favorite 'I'm cumming!'.
Afterward, despite being utterly worn out, we were too keyed up to sleep. I laid in his arms, completely nude, breathing in his deep sweaty scent.
"What are you doing this Saturday?" I asked randomly, dragging my fingers over his chest.
"Well, I was supposed to work this huge wedding. It was going to be from two to seven, but they canceled."
"Oh! You didn't tell me that!"
"Oh, sorry." He smiled at me slightly. "It just happened yesterday, and we've been so busy. Since it was such a huge thing, I didn't plan anything else. So, I'm free. Why?"
"Well, Charlie retires in a couple of days, Friday, and he's got his boat now. I know he wants to celebrate. I was thinking that maybe we can see if he wants to go to the lake and barbecue. We could bring Bridget along and give Emmett and Rose a break."
Rose was so tired. And so big already. She was inching slowly closer and closer to her due date. It was a girl, and Emmett was over the moon. Apparently, Emmett liked being surrounded by women. I pitied him once they all reached the whole 'PMS' stage.
"I bet they'd love that," Edward agreed. "Want to invite Tanya as well? She's been itching to see you."
"That sounds nice," I agreed. "I'll invite her and Alice to help me look for a bathing suit."
"Mm," he said slowly, moving his hand over my breast. "Are we crossing something else off the list?"
I knew instantly what he was asking about. He knew the list almost as well as Alice did. "Yes. Two things actually. Sunbathing too. I figure it was as good a time as any."
"You're almost done with it," he said thoughtfully. "Maybe once we get everything unpacked and arranged we should throw a housewarming party so you can mark that off too. I can help you make a cake."
"Maybe. Let's see how long it takes us to do that," I teased him. "I'm hoping some of that stuff magically unpacks itself. Who knew two single people could acquire so much junk?"
"Speak for yourself." He tickled my side. "My stuff is not junk."
I raised my eyebrow in a challenging way. He took that as an invitation to attack me, his light fingers tickling my sides before flowing effortlessly into sensual touches.
Yeah, we ended up having sex again. Before we finally went to sleep, I told him seriously that he better set up the massage appointment in the morning. I was going to need it.
Alice met me at the spa, extremely excited. "So, what are we getting done?"
"Massage, facial, and a complete waxing."
"A complete waxing? Really? Why?" She asked, shocked.
"Well, because after this I'm going to go buy my first bikini and I want to be smooth when I wear it on Saturday. By the way, we're going to meet up with Tanya for lunch before going shopping, if that's good with you."
"Sounds great! I haven't been able to see her since the wedding! So, where are we going shopping for this bikini at?" She said, rubbing her hands together in that wicked shopaholic sort of way.
"Target?!" She whined as we all entered the store a few hours later. We met up at a diner to eat lunch with Tanya. She decided not to work that summer after all so she had a lot of time on her hands. She was more than excited to accept the invitation to go to the beach. My father loved the idea, and he told me to invite everyone that I wanted. I told Tanya to bring a friend. She was psyched.
"Why can't we go somewhere nicer?" Alice complained, bringing my thoughts back to her.
"Because I'm going to wear this maybe once or twice. I'm not going to spend a bunch on it."
"Besides, I like Target," Tanya said before sticking her tongue out at Alice. "They've got cute clothes."
"Fine, fine," Alice muttered. "Let's see, you're going to need some sunscreen because we don't want to fry your ass in the sun, a big beach towel, some sunglasses to protect your eyes, some sandals, a cover-up and a bathing suit, along with a backup."
"A backup?" I frowned.
"You're going to the beach with a kid and Edward. A back up would be wise," Tanya agreed. "Oh, and you'll want a beach bag! Oh! We should get some beach toys for Bridget to surprise her."
I had way more fun looking through the toys than I should have. I spent a good fifty dollars on just toys, nothing else. After that, Alice finally dragged me off to the bathing suits. I was somewhat dreading trying them on.
On the outside, I was getting to the point where I was nice and thin. On the inside, I was still an insecure fat girl. She didn't get along well with a two piece.
So, I tried to get away with trying the ones that covered up the most. Neither Alice or Tanya were having that.
"What's the point if you're just going to cover up?" Tanya asked, handing me a thin looking piece of string that was tye dyed. It was cute but barely enough fabric to cover anything. "Try this on. This is you!"
"Oh, and this one too!" Alice said, shoving a black and silver one in my direction. At least it covered a little bit more.
I would have hidden in the dressing room, but they nagged me until I came out to show them. Apparently, these were the ones. I decided to buy them to just to stop trying them on. I would be wearing shorts and a cover up most of the day anyway.
Or, at least, that's what I told myself.
"Thank you so much," Rose said as she leaned over her large stomach to hug me. She was wiped out. I could tell by the fact that she was basically wearing a muu-muu when she normally dressed so well. Her feet were in mismatched house shoes.
No one said a word. We knew better.
"BELLLLLAAAAA!" Bridget squealed as she fell into my arms from her father's grip. "I'M ALL READY!"
That she was. She had her own little bag, and she was already in a swimsuit. It had Ariel from the Little Mermaid, as did her matching sunglasses. Even her sandals matched.
"What am I? Chop liver?" Edward asked Bridget playfully with a frown. She giggled and reached for him, hugging him tightly. "How is my baby girl?"
"EXCITED!" She squealed.
"Thank you again," Rose said, flinching at the sound of the high pitch noise. Even Edward recoiled for the sound.
"Momma said that Tanya is coming too," the little girl said excitedly as we made our way to the car.
"Yes, she is. And her friend Kate is coming along too. She seems very nice. You're also going to meet Bella's daddy. He's got a boat," Edward explained to her. The two girls were in the back of the car, on either side of the car seat, waiting for us patiently. They were talking happily about something, giggling and turning red.
It was going to be such a good day. It was easy to tell that already.
"Hey, Dad!" I called to my father who stood on the deck beside his new boat. He had decided to rent a cabin by the lake, so we had a stretch of private beach. It was rather funny to see him in a pair of obnoxious flower covered Hawaiian style shorts and a tank top, exposing his farmers tan. He had a baseball cap and his standard pair of glasses, his feet looking odd in his flip flops.
He waved back brightly, putting his fishing stuff in the boat. Of course, he wouldn't miss the chance to fish. He met us at the end of the dock, hugging me tightly.
"Girl, looking prettier every time I see you," he chuckled, planting a kiss on my cheek. "How are you doing, Edward?"
"Good, sir."
"Nah, don't call me sir. I ain't anybodies boss no more."
"Good grammar there, Dad," I chuckled. Of course, he ignored me.
"My goodness, Birdie. You didn't tell me I'd be surrounded by so many beautiful women today!" He winked at Tanya and Kate, making them giggle. He knelt down. "And who are you, gorgeous?"
Like he didn't know.
"I'm Bridget!" She said, smiling at his happy expression.
"Let me see here," he said, eying her and pretending to use his hands to measure her height. "Yup, I think I've got the perfect fishing pole for you."
"A fishing pole?" She asked, confused.
"Yes, ma'am. It just happens to be in my boat. Would you like to go see?" He said, opening his arms up to her. She threw herself into them.
"Yes, please!" She nodded as he stood. Together they made their way towards the boat. As they walked away, I heard her begin to speak again, "Bella said you were a police officer."
"I was."
"Do you have a gun?" She asked curiously. I saw Edward smirk as he rolled his eyes.
"It's at home. But, I do have a water gun."
Not only did he have a water gun but he had bought her a Barbie fishing pole, a mickey mouse life vest, and a big beach ball, along with a few other dozen toys. He also had life vests for everyone else. He thought the day out more than I did.
"I can see he knows the way to a girl's heart," Tanya snickered as she pulled on her vest. "Stuff."
Kate, quiet but always smiling, nodded her head. He just happened to have fishing poles for them too. I had no idea how he convinced them all to go fishing with him, but I quickly realized that there was no room for Edward and me on that little boat.
That didn't bother me one single bit.
"Alright, ladies," Charlie said, clapping his hands together with a wide smile. "Let's see if we can catch some fish for dinner."
"Think I can catch a goldfish?" Bridget asked, thinking her question out loud. Dad laughed loudly.
"If not, baby girl, I'll buy you one."
It took a grand total of thirty minutes for Bridget, and Tanya for that matter, to have Charlie wrapped around their little fingers. I knew the look in his eyes. I had never seen it before, but I did know what it was. It was the Grandpa Gaze.
"I didn't know your dad was so good with kids," Edward commented as he laid out the lawn chairs we brought with us. He had already set up the grill, and I had arranged everything on the picnic table for later. All that was left to do was put on some more sunscreen and lay out in the sun.
Edward had yet to see my bathing suit since I changed in the bathroom, much to his annoyance. I was a little nervous about it, actually. I decided to go with the tye-dyed one since we were with Tanya. I didn't want her to think that I didn't like it.
"I didn't know either," I shrugged. "I mean, he was always good with me, but it's different when it's with your own kids," I said as I tugged down my shorts and began to pull off my cover-up. Edward was still fighting with the cranky lawn chair.
"Yeah, I guess so. I guess some people just-" he stopped mid-sentence.
"Just what?" I asked, turning to look at him. His mouth was hanging open, his eyes bugging out. "What?"
"I am so glad your father is not here," he mumbled as he looked up and down my body. "Holy shit."
"You've seen me in less. Today, as a matter of fact. Remember? We took a shower together?" I teased him.
"Do you not realize how absolutely smoking hot your body is to me?" He said in an almost feral tone. It made me shiver from head to toe. He suddenly looked like he was on the prowl as he stalked towards me. "You're fucking delicious, and I'm going to have to stare at you all day and try to control myself."
"You don't have to stare, you know."
"Like I have a choice. It's hard enough to take my eyes off of you as it is. Well, at least I have a few minutes to try to get used to it," he muttered before smiling sweetly. "Would you like me to help you with the sunscreen?"
"You just want a chance to feel me up," I accused him.
"Um, duh." He rolled his eyes, taking the tube from my hands. He put a big white blob in his hands and nodded at me, "turn around."
"This is going to end up dirty."
"Yup," he chuckled as he rubbed it over my shoulders and down my arms. With an expert touch, he moved it down my back. I expected his hands to be on my ass next, but instead, he slid them to the front, rubbing my stomach with the white stuff.
And then his hands moved up underneath my top. "Edward!" I gasped, his hands cold.
"They can't see us from here. They're almost to the center of the lake," he said into my ear, twisting his moist hands over my breasts. "And as much as I love you, I wouldn't be able to resist teasing you for sunburned nipples."
"You wouldn't feel sorry for me?"
"Oh, I'd feel very sorry, but there are some things that should be teased. If I ever burn my ass, make fun of me mercilessly." He smiled before he kissed my earlobe, tugging it within his teeth.
"I will have to remember that," I giggled. "I think they're covered, babe," I told him as I pushed his hands downwards.
"Yes, they are. Time for the legs."
He turned me around, put some more of the white cream in his hands and dropped to his knees. The look he gave me was pure evil. "Work on the legs," I warned him.
"I am..." he drew out, rubbing his hands together before smoothing the stuff down my thighs to my toes. He even made sure the tops of my feet were covered. Then they moved back up, sneaking up the back of my bottoms.
"Edward," I squealed, my hips jerking forward as I felt the coldness. He chuckled wickedly.
"Do you know how hard this is for me?" He asked as he leaned forward slightly. His nose dragged over the center of the bottoms before moving down slowly. "Being this close to you? I could move this little bit of fabric over and be dining in heaven in a second. Oh, god and you're so smooth to go along with it. It's fucking torture."
"You are incredibly bad. There are three children in that boat and an old man that don't want to come up to us fucking like bunnies on the beach."
"And that's the only reason I'm behaving myself right now," he said, moving the fabric just a little to allow his tongue to drag over my tingly flesh. I gasped, placing one hand on the top of his head to steady myself. "It's so hard not to go 'nom nom nom…'," and as he said the last three words, he nibbled on me playfully. I squeaked loudly, popping him on the top of the head. He laughed softly, standing up to his feet. He looked me directly in the eyes as he moved his hands underneath my bottoms and rubbed me down with suntan lotion. "Wouldn't want to get burned either."
"You. Are. Bad," I stuttered.
He gave me a crooked smile. "I am, ma'am." I just rolled my eyes.
"You need to behave."
"Fine..." he huffed playfully. Edward then smacked my ass with a pop and said, "set your fine ass on that chair so I can watch you roast in the sun."
"I'm not going to roast." I rolled my eyes.
"Tanning is baking. Not that I'm not interested in seeing what you look like with a tan." He went to his chair and sat down, pulling out a book. "So, I'll be right here, pretending to read innocently but instead fantasizing about the dirty things I could do to you in the water and on the sand."
He smiled impishly and slipped on his sunglasses.
My boyfriend was a dork, but my god if I didn't love him more for it.
So, I slipped on my pair of sunglasses and laid out in the lawn chair. I liked the feeling of the hot sun on my back contrasting with the cool breeze. I rolled to different sides every few minutes so that I wouldn't be 'undercooked' in Edward's words.
About an hour later everyone came back without a single fish caught. That wasn't normal for my dad who could catch fish on his worst day. But instead of being grumpy about it, he was having a great time. He even got Kate to talk.
So, we went to our original plan of hamburgers. The kids went into the water to play while the adults got the food ready.
"Having a good time, Daddy?" I asked with a smile. I had slipped on my shorts, but I decided to stay in my swimsuit since I was somewhat comfortable.
"Yeah, I am," he smiled warmly. "I really like that Bridget. She's a hoot, Edward."
"She seems to like you too," my boyfriend replied, poking the grill with a stick to make sure all the coals were burning. I didn't know Edward could grill, but I shouldn't have been shocked. He could do everything when it came to cooking.
"You think so?" He said with a soft sigh and smile. "Well, you can bring her out boating with us anytime. She's a natural fisherman. She even almost caught a fish."
"Almost?"
"Yeah. She freaked out when it flopped on the floor of the boat and threw it back into the water, poor thing," he chuckled. "I wish I had a camera."
"Well, actually sir," Edward said, ignoring my father's huffing at the word 'sir,' "I was considering taking the girls to a baseball game sometime in the next couple of weeks. It would be a weekday game. I know you like sports," he trailed off, winking at me so my father couldn't see.
I knew exactly what he was doing. He was helping me spend time with all the people I loved the most while crossing something off my list.
He would so be getting rewarded when we got home.
"The Rangers?" My dad asked thoughtfully. "Really? Hm, I think that sounds like a fantastic idea. They have a game in a couple of weeks that I really want to see. It's on a Monday. They're giving away baseballs or something."
"A Monday would be perfect," Edward agreed. "Would you like to come with Bella, Bridget, and I? I don't think Tanya will want to go because she's not into sports, but I was going to ask her as well."
"I'd love to, Edward!" My father said in an undeniably soft voice. It was a lot different from the police officer voice. "You know, you are a good man. Good with the kids. It's so nice of you to let your uncle and aunt get a break like that. I don't know many people that would do that so willingly."
My sweet boyfriend slid his arm around my waist, kissing the top of my head lightly. I sighed in contentment. My father liked Edward. He even got along with his family- the ones he met, anyway. It was like we all fit together in that way. I looked up into my boyfriend's deep green eyes and marveled at the happy look that shined in them.
"Thank you, sir," he said, looking at me and not my father. He squeezed my waist tightly. "I love my family."
I knew exactly what he was saying. He was saying that I was a part of his family now. The thought made me warm all over, from the tips of my suntan lotion covered toes to the very top of my head which received another loving kiss from Edward.
Three more chapters and an epilogue! We're almost done and so is Bella with her list!
Thanks for reading!