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Chapter Fifteen

Confession #15: In sickness and health doesn't always apply to just your spouse… Children bring a whole new meaning to your wedding vows as well.

When I say my career has covered the map of genres, I'm not lying. I've starred in so many different types of films that I have a deep appreciation for pretty much everything, even The Notebook. Right then and there though, I was a walking, talking comedy.

Caleb was just over three months old when coffee girl went back work; it wasn't full time or a set schedule, but she had obligations she'd been unable to get out of. Even with the breaks she had to take to breastfeed, I could tell that being away from Caleb and me for any amount of time was taking a toll on her.

She was beginning to hate her job, and that made me sad because I knew how much she loved it. I was hating it even more so because Caleb had a cold. It was his first time being sick.

He was so stuffed up that he wasn't sleeping well. He wasn't even eating much, and that resulted in more pumping for coffee girl. Although we had a humidifier running in his room, it didn't seem to be working and we needed to try something else. After a quick call to his pediatrician, during which we were given instructions on what else we could try, I stripped us both down to our birthday suits and climbed into the steam shower that was in my man cave. I was willing to try anything before I ended up tracking down coffee girl for help.

We were just chilling out in the warm shower when Caleb sneezed, causing boogers to shoot out his nose. Normally this would have just made me laugh, but at the same time shit came shooting out of his ass and covered my arm in it. Between the rancid smell and the expired cottage cheese looking poop, I was never happier to already have been in the shower.

I cooled the water down a bit and then held his little butt directly in the stream, allowing it to do most of the work for me.

Caleb cooed and made a face that looked so much like my trademark smirk that I couldn't help but laugh.

"You think you're so funny, don't you? You think it's hilarious that you pooped on your daddy?"

Even at three months old he already had comedic timing of his own.

I knew he wasn't going to reply, but I kept up my one-sided conversation with him.

"Now let's get this shower finished so I can get a diaper back on that unpredictable behind of yours. Mama's going to crack up when Daddy tells her what happened while she was working."

After we were both dried off and dressed, I attempted to give Caleb a bottle, but he wasn't having it. He was hungry, but he only wanted to drink from the source, and I didn't blame him. From the source was always best, so I set out for Bella's studio with a fussy little man.

When we walked in, I was glad to see we weren't interrupting recording. They seemed to be talking about notes and tones, but I couldn't be sure...I wasn't the musical expert in the family.

Bella stopped her conversation without a second thought, jumped out of her seat, and reached for our crying child.

"What's the matter, little one?" she asked before placing a kiss on my lips and then posed the question to me.

"He's hungry but wouldn't take a bottle. I thought we'd come and see if maybe you could feed him."

She nodded and then turned back to the band she'd been working with. "I need to take a thirty minute break, feel free to join us in the house and grab some food and drinks while I take care of our little man."

There were a couple of okays and a few head nods before they followed us up to the house. While coffee girl took Caleb upstairs to his room, I showed the band to the kitchen.

Most said thank you and kept to themselves while one man—whose name I'd never gotten nor cared to collect since I called him douchebag in my head—decided we were buddies and could talk about my wife.

"Dude, your chick is amazing."

Chick? What the fuck? Are we still in high school? I looked at him again and guessed it was possible.

"My wife is pretty spectacular." Yeah, I was marking my territory...I am a man, after all. Besides, I had class, most of the time.

"Bet she's great in the sack, too."

What the actual fuck? He did not just go there.

"Look, asshole, whether my wife is good or not 'in the sack,' as you so put it, is none of your damn business. You're nothing more than child whose parents never taught him respect. Women are not something for you to objectify. Isabella is an extraordinarily talented woman who doesn't need you or your misogynistic mentality belittling her. Get your shit and get out of my house." I pointed to the door while his bandmates stared open-mouthed.

The little punk had the nerve to sit there like I was kidding. "I'm not joking. Get the fuck up and out of my house now. When I find out who your manager is from my wife, I will personally call and end all business with you for her. You're a walking lawsuit waiting to happen." I turned and addressed the quiet members of the band. "You can thank your buddy here for ruining all your chances to work with Isabella ever again. Now get out."

"Dude, I was just joking. Besides, you can't stop us from working with Isabella. We have a contract."

"Tyler, shut the fuck up. You're such a douchebag." It was nice to see I wasn't the only one who thought so.

"Listen to your buddy, Tyler. You violated your contract the second you spoke out about my wife in a derogatory manner. Should've read the fine print before you ran your mouth." I glanced down at my phone that I'd taken out of my pocket and sent a quick text to Emmett. I needed my brother here before I ended up beating the shit out of this little punk and TMZ was able to capitalize on it.

Bella was still upstairs with Caleb when Emmett arrived, but his booming voice grabbed her attention as the commotion in the kitchen became heated.

"What the hell is going on in here?" she shouted as came back down. "I have a sick child upstairs that I just got to sleep and you morons are going to wake him up. And I promise, if that happens, none of you will be able to find your balls for a month, understand?"

Regardless of how tiny she was, the mere thought of hidden jewels being maimed had every one of us shutting up.

"Now, someone calmly and quietly tell me what happened."

"Your husband is crazy," Tyler the Douchebag proclaimed.

Bella rolled her eyes at said douchebag before she arched her eyebrow at me for a better explanation.

Though I wanted to address the punk by the name I'd given him, I knew Bella wouldn't appreciate it at the moment. "Tyler thought it would be perfectly okay to ask me how you were in bed. I asked him to get the fuck out of my house and proceeded to tell him that they wouldn't be working with you anymore."

I knew I was in deep shit with how red her face had turned and the angry fire that burned in her eyes for making a business decision for her. It was something I knew she would address the moment we were alone, but for now she turned her attention on the douchebag.

"How I am in bed has no bearing on my quality of work inside my studio. Asking such questions is sexual harassment and I can sue you for your actions. Is that what you want? Now, my husband asked you to leave and I expect you to do so. I will contact Caius myself and turn everything over to him so you all don't lose the work you've put forth so far." She always handled herself so professionally. "Please collect your things and leave."

When she turned to look at me, Tyler reached out and grabbed her arm. Before he could finish saying whatever the fuck it was he thinking, Bella had him on the ground with her foot between his shoulder blades and his arm hyperextended behind his back. It was hot, and even Emmett was impressed as he remembered the time he was met with a similar experience.

As turned on as I was, I knew now wasn't the time for such thoughts.

"I'm the daughter of a cop, so believe me when I say I can handle myself, but I shouldn't have to. Now, I'm going to let you up and you are going to leave as you've been instructed to do on more than one occasion before I have to call my father. I'm also letting you know that this house is completely wired with recording devices, and everything that has happened in the last thirty or so minutes has been recorded. If you so much as try to fight this, I will see your ass in court, and I will win."

Yep, it was sexy as hell.

She dropped his arm, stepped off his back, and then made her way over to me. His band mates dragged Tyler out of the house, cursing him out as they went. Em followed them out and then left as well. He knew I was in deep shit; he was married to Rosalie, after all, and that woman was hand full and a half.

The very second the door closed, coffee girl pounced. "What the hell were you thinking? How dare you make a decision like that on my behalf? You know I am more than capable of handling jackasses like him on my own!"

Oh yeah, she was mad.

I stayed calm while I answered her. "I know you can handle yourself. It's a huge turn on watching you handle yourself, but as the man who loves you unconditionally, I cannot stand by and allow a stupid little punk like him to degrade you." Her eyes softened at my words. "You're worth so much more than any amount of money they could have been paying you to help out with that album."

She nodded her head. "Okay. But next time just tell me before you get me fired."

I laughed at her words and agreed.

A coy look overtook her sweet face and I knew she was up to no good.

"Did it really turn you on when I tossed Tyler on the floor?" Coffee girl's fingers teased at the waistband of my sweatpants and made me gulp.

Speechless, I just nodded.

"Did it make you hard?"

I nodded again. All the blood that normally resided in my brain had relocated to my cock as she trailed one finger along my rigid length.

She was a minx...and she was mine.

"I bet the only thing going through your mind right now is how fast you can get me out of these shorts."

That thought had crossed my mind when it was functioning, but at that moment I just wanted to beg for sex. Or a blowjob.

As much as I loved coffee girl, I was still just your average horny bastard when she turned the sexy temptress on.

Bella pulled her tank top off, making her bare breasts bounce and me growl. My wife was so damn hot. I needed her…now.

I yanked her shorts and panties down her legs and then pushed my sweats passed my hips. I didn't care if we were completely naked or not when I bent her over the back of the couch and fucked her senseless. Like a respectable man, I checked to make sure she was ready for me first, though.

She was, and I proceeded to pound into her like a caveman. There may have been hair pulling and animalistic grunts, followed by broken English pleas and some feathers flying from a pillow she ripped as she came. A silent scream came from me as I shivered with my release, followed by both of us trying to catch our breath.

With a silent laugh, I realized the day may have started out comedic, but it ended with a triple-x rating.

Whelp that's it for this one. Hope you all had fun with Eddie's Parenthood trials and tribulations this week…and with his sexy coffee girl. Leave me some love if you are so inclined. See you again soon!

xx Dee