Chapter 8 - Sleepover

Things were getting good. Edward was solid as a rock underneath me, and I encouraged him by nudging his hand up the back of my shirt, hoping he'd realize I was all for him feeling around. Of course, that was not what happened, not for a lack of trying. He'd just started to reciprocate, when the doorbell rang.

We both pulled apart, trying to catch our breath and get our wits about us.

"The food…it's probably the food. I should get it," he said. I jumped up off his lap, realizing I hadn't budged yet.

He stood up awkwardly, one hand sort of hovering in front of him, while he dug in his back pocket for his wallet. He was still hard, and he was obviously embarrassed by it. He was fumbling with the money and kept closing his eyes and breathing deeply. I figured he was having a hard time getting things under control, so I took the money from him. "I'll get the food. You get the coffee table ready, and we'll eat while we watch a movie."

He nodded and shuffled off toward the family room. "Tell the delivery guy to keep the change," he called after me.

There were two drinks and two place settings lain out on the little coffee table. Edward sat on the edge of the couch, holding a pillow in a death grip on his lap. I knew what was under there, and I was debating whether to eat or to jump the boy again, then he cleared his throat. "We should eat, before it gets cold."

The debate was over, so I dished us out a little bit of everything, because I wanted to try his General Tso's chicken. He was happy to share, and I insisted on giving him some of my orange chicken. We both ended up stealing more of the other person's food. I had found a new favorite.

Once we were done eating, he pointed over to a cabinet by the TV. "That's full of movies. You can pick what you want."

I gave him a cheeky grin. "I want you," I said then practically leaped on him. He caught me easily, pulling me back into his lap and moaned, when my lips settled on his. I wasn't ready to go all the way, but I did want to be close to him. I wanted him to know I really was his. I hoped by showing my attraction to him, he'd gain more confidence around me. He was so friendly to everyone who came into the shop, but he was so shy when it came to interacting with me. I suspected he was afraid I would reject him, and I needed to make sure he knew that wasn't going to happen, ever.

I tugged on his shirt and pulled him with me to lie back on the couch. He hovered over me nervously, until I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him against me. "Debauchery, Edward, remember? You weren't the only one hoping for some."

He let out a shuddering breath and nodded, before his lips descended upon mine again.

I heard someone come in the front door and pulled back. Edward had just settled his hand on my breast under my shirt and thought I was pulling away from him. "I'm so sorry-" he started, but I cut him off.

"No, don't be sorry for that." I gave his hand a squeeze and kissed his knuckles, hearing what sounded like someone heading for the kitchen. "I think your grandpa's home."

He glanced at the clock and frowned. There was a rattling, like someone was collecting something metal. He jumped up and hurried to where the noise was. "Alice!" I heard him huff out.

"Edward!" she sounded startled. "What are you doing here?" I didn't understand her tone of voice, it was accusing.

"I live here."

"It's bingo night," she snapped.

"Put the silver back, Alice," he ordered. It finally sunk in. Alice had come over, because she'd thought he was gone, and she was stealing his silver…silver what, I didn't know, but it obviously wasn't hers.

"I…I…well, what are you going to do with silver serving trays? It's not like you'll ever use them, and I need money. It's ridiculous that Gran left everything to you! I can't believe Grandpa Eddie went along with it. The judge throwing out my case was wrong. I deserve a cut of Gran's estate!" she snapped.

The bitch was jealous, but I knew for a fact that Edward had worked his butt off taking care of his grandparents, which was why everything had been left to him by his grandmother, and her husband had supported her decision wholeheartedly.

"You can't come in here and take things!" he fought back.

"You don't need them!" she shouted.

I'd had it with her. I didn't like her before, but I was ready to rip what little hair she had out of her thieving head and throw her out the damn door. I stormed in and yanked the serving trays and wooden case of what I assumed was a set of silverware from her arms. "Get out!"

"What are you doing here?" She had the nerve to sound offended.

I shoved the stuff into Edward's arms and got right in her face. "I said get out. You're lucky he's not calling the cops on you."

"You can't talk to me like that! Edward, tell her not to talk to me like that."

"Move it, now, because if I make you move, you're not going to be happy with the end result. If I can fight off a guy three times my size, I can sure as hell throw you out the front door."

She finally realized I was serious, and Edward wasn't coming to her rescue. "This is ridiculous. You're such a selfish bastard. I already sold those on E-bay. You're going to ruin my rating!" she complained, but she was walking backwards towards the exit.

"They weren't yours to sell, Alice." Edward sounded so hurt.

"Well, they shouldn't be yours!" she snapped.

I grabbed her shoulders and spun her around. She squeaked, as I shoved her toward the front door. "Run, bitch, or you're going to be sorry."

She glanced back at me and had brains enough to run out the door. I slammed it and locked it behind her. When I turned around, Edward was still clutching the silver, but he had tears running down his face. I pulled the things from his arms and sat them on the bench in the entryway. I pulled him into my arms for a tight hug. "I've got you," I whispered in his ear.

"She hates me. She doesn't understand that I keep the stuff for my grandpa. He says it's mine, Gran left it to me, but if I keep it here for him to use, then it's like it's still his and reminds him of her. They hate me."

"Oh, baby, she's just being a selfish bitch. You deserve everything your gran left you, and Eddie agreed with her. He told me why she did it. She loved you so much. Please don't let Alice's bad attitude hurt you." I wiped the tears from his eyes and kissed his lips lightly. "Come on, let's put this stuff away. I want to cuddle up with you."

"She's right, you know." I stopped and held back my anger. There was nothing right about Alice. "I'm never going to use this stuff. When am I ever going to throw a big family Christmas party like Gran used to?"

"You want a bunch of kids, don't you? Where do you think they'll celebrate Christmas? I know how to cook. I'll bet your Gran left her recipe file here somewhere, and I can make her treats for our kids."

He let out a soft laugh and smiled big. "Our kids?"

I hadn't realized I'd said that last part and blushed red hot. I shrugged at him, completely embarrassed. Thankfully, he didn't seem appalled by the idea.

"I like your picket fence," I whispered.

He hugged me tightly, kissing me fiercely. He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Things were escalating fast. I hoped he didn't plan on making a kid tonight.

I hadn't realized he was taking me anywhere, until I felt my back hit his bed. My panic must have been clear on my face. He pulled back frowning. "You don't…"

"I've never…I'm scared…can we take it a little slower? We don't have to make the kids right now. I mean, we should wait until the shop is settled a little more."

He grinned so wide, confusing me. He got up and climbed onto the bed next to me. "I plan on waiting to make our kids until after we're married."

I let out a relieved sigh. "Good, that's a good plan."

He cupped my cheek and kissed me so tenderly, it melted my insides. He was finally taking initiative with me, and I was definitely going to encourage it.

Somehow, I ended up back on top of him. I was lost, grinding against him, when he grabbed my hips, stopping me, and moved me off of him. He chuckled, when I pouted. "Slower, remember, it was your idea," he admonished.

I nodded sheepishly. We'd somehow reversed roles. He let me snuggle against him, and he kissed the top of my head. "Did you mean it, Bella?" I looked up at him, not sure what he was asking. "About the kids, the picket fence, is that something you'd want with me?" Insecure Edward was back.

"You're too beautiful not to have babies." I felt like an idiot when I said that. I was not sure what had gotten into me. There were a million other answers, better answers. His brow furrowed, and I twined my fingers into his hair, trying to distract him from my lame answer.

"I…" Yeah, he wasn't happy with my answer.

It was time I confessed my crazy. "You make my insides hurt. When you kiss me, I melt, and my body aches. Ever since Laurant teased me about making little Edwards, that's all I've been able to think about. Stupid, I know, but you're so sweet and wonderful, I want that. You're going to make a great daddy someday." I bit my lip nervously. "Did I freak you out?" I asked quietly, afraid of his answer. I couldn't look him in the eye.

"Your body aches?" he asked worriedly.

I peeked at him and blushed.

His hand ran down my side, and I settled my nerves enough to grab his hand and pressed it just under my belly button. I looked up at him, willing him to understand. He must have, because he sucked in a breath and kissed me. He grabbed my backside, pulling me flush against him. I moaned out like the hussy I was and dug my fingers into his soft hair. He rolled over me, and that was where he was, when there was a knock on the doorframe. We pulled apart to see a smirking Eddie. "Just thought I'd warn you that I'm home. You weren't kidding when you said 'not yet,'" he teased.

"Not yet?" Edward asked me.

Eddie let out a loud laugh. "Don't worry, Edward, I have a feeling it won't be long."

"We've decided to wait, take it slow," he filled his grandpa in.

"Right, slow," he pointed at the bed. "I can only imagine what fast would be. I'm guessing you wouldn't be wearing so many clothes."

"Oh, my God," I covered my face.

"Don't worry, honey, I'm all for debauchery. Remember, I'm the one who suggested it."

I hid my face in Edward's chest. I felt him kiss the top of my head.

"I'm gonna head to bed. You should probably spend the night, Bella. There's a bad storm rolling in. It's probably not a good idea to go driving in it, especially in the dark."

"Stay," Edward looked down at me pleadingly.

I nodded yes, and he smiled that big beautiful smile I loved so much.

"Now that that's settled, I'm turning in. Goodnight, kids." We listened to Eddie shuffle down the hallway, and when we heard his bedroom door close, Edward jumped up and shut his.

He stood nervously, running his fingers through his hair and dropped his hand to the back of his neck like he did when he was worried about something. "I can…" he thumbed over his shoulder toward the door.

"Do you have something I can sleep in?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure." He rushed to his dresser and dug out three different shirts and four different pairs of bottoms. One was a pair of his boxers, then a pair of sweatpants, a pair of sleep pants, and a pair of basketball shorts. I looked at all four and took into account that Eddie would most likely see me in them in the morning. I took his sleep pants and held them to my waist. They would definitely be way too long, but I figured I could roll them up, when I walked around. His tops were all a variety as well. There was a tank top undershirt, a t-shirt that said "I'm awesome" and the matching top to the pajama bottoms. I took that one, might as well use the set.

"Bathroom?" I asked. I wasn't ready to get naked in front of him just yet.

"I was going to…" he pointed at the bedroom door again, but then redirected his finger to a door across the room. "There's one over there."

"Thanks." I was halfway across the room, when I realized I might have stolen his nightclothes. "Do you have something to wear to bed?" I could always trade what I'd picked for the basketball shorts and the "I'm awesome" shirt.

"Yeah." He yanked open his drawer and pulled out a different set of nightclothes. He hugged them tightly to his chest, looking so cute.

"Okay, why don't you change out here, while I change in there? I'll meet you in bed in a minute."

He gulped audibly, but I wasn't sure why. We had just been making out like the opening credits of a porno. I changed quickly and folded up my clothes on his sink. I nervously wrapped my arms around my chest. I contemplated wearing my bra to bed, but it was an underwire and would be painful. I decided to forgo it and just slip it back on, before I went out of the room.

When I opened the door, Edward was just pulling his shirt over his head. His pretty chest made me wish he hadn't put it on. "Do you have an extra toothbrush?"

He nodded nervously, wrapping his arms around his middle, and I wondered if I should sleep in another room. He hurried into the bathroom and grabbed one for me, almost shoving it into my hands. I took his hand in both of mine and kissed it, not taking the toothbrush from him. "Do you want me to go?"

His eyes popped wide. "No! No, I want you to stay."

"Come on, then, let's go brush our teeth." I coaxed him into the bathroom with me. There was two sinks, and he brushed his teeth at the opposite one. His bedroom was obviously the master. I could only guess that had been Eddie's doing. I had a feeling he'd fought with Edward about it.

He finished up first, but waited for me. I led him back into the bedroom. "Which side?" I asked.

"I'm usually here," he pointed to the left side. I nodded and climbed onto the right side. He stood silently, just staring at me, and it was making me nervous.

"Is this okay?"

He seemed to snap out of it and quickly jumped into bed, sadly lying stiff as a board on his back, far away from me. I let out a huff and crawled over to his side of the bed and snuggled into his side like we'd been lying earlier.

I leaned up and kissed his lips, pleased by the big grin that greeted me. "Goodnight, baby," I whispered against his lips.

"Goodnight, sweetheart." His words were so simple, but felt so good. I couldn't wait for the day that I could hear them every night.