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A Hard Day's Night

Bella's Point of View

"Edward!"

He chuckled and moaned out my name as he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of my warmth. "You like that baby?"

I moaned in response. I prayed that the kids were still asleep on this cold Saturday morning. Edward twisted his fingers and his thumb circled around my clit. He drew his lips back to mine and I gripped a handful of hair in my right hand. My other hand clutched his shoulder.

I opened my mouth and his tongue massaged mine. I could feel his arousal against my stomach. He withdrew his fingers from my pussy and savored the taste. "Fuck! You taste so good, Bella."

He flipped me over so I hovered above him. He propped his head on the pillow and pushed my ass back. I shuddered the instant I felt his tongue on my pussy. The noises he made sucking my clit and the slick noises of his tongue turned me on. I leaned forward and took hold of his throbbing cock. It was so silky, hard, and pulsating as it twitched in my hand.

I took the head of his dick in my mouth. A deep moan erupted from his chest. He was salty tasting. I swirled my tongue around the head and hollowed out my cheeks. I took him deeper into my mouth and took calming breaths.

He slipped a couple fingers inside of me while he continued to suck my clit. I bobbed my head up and down and brought my hands down and massaged his balls.

"Fuck!" He grunted and bucked his hips.

"You keep that up, I won't fuck last," he panted.

I smiled. "That's kind of the point, Edward."

"Come here, you little vixen." His taut muscles flexed as he flipped me upright.

I straddled his waist and traced the familiar black ink on his ribcage. It was an abstract design with my name. It was my favorite tattoo of his.

"I want to fuck that tight little pussy of yours."

"What are you waiting for?" I smirked.

I raised my hips up and took hold of him. I lowered myself on him and we moaned together. He placed his hands on my hips, setting the pace. I licked and nibbled on the salty skin of his neck. He held me tightly as he rolled us onto my back, making him thrust deeper inside of me.

"Fuck me," I moaned.

He made a growling sound and his thrusts became more animalistic and sporadic. I clung to him as I felt the coil in my stomach. My legs wrapped around his back and my toes curled. The bed was banging against the wall from our love making.

I felt myself submit into the pleasure he gave me and I screamed his name; however, it sounded slurred. He thrust into me a few more times before he screamed out. He continued his fast pace as hot streams of his release coated my walls.

Our bodies were slick with sweat. He brought his lips to mine. The chaste kiss started out innocent and soon turned into a passionate one leading to round two.

I couldn't keep the smile off my face as I waltzed into the kitchen. Edward and I were still young and let our hormones get the best of us. I'd had Tanya at the age of sixteen; I didn't really have the high school life that most teenagers had. I'd had to step up, but now I acted a little immature. I didn't want to be known as the mean mom; I wanted to be the friend. Sometimes I forgot that there must be that boundary. I wondered if that's why Tanya wasn't very fond of Edward and me.

The kids were still asleep and Edward was upstairs getting out of the shower. I made us each a cup of coffee. Edward walked downstairs and joined me with a smile on his face. His hair was still wet and his white v-neck t-shirt clung to his chest.

"That was some morning." He smiled and kissed my lips.

"It sure was." I agreed and returned the favor.

"So, I was thinking that instead of you making breakfast, I would go out and buy you your favorite doughnut."

"Doughnut holes?" I laughed.

"Yep, you haven't had those in a long time. Plus, it would save you from cleaning a bunch of dishes. I don't want you to over work your body," he winked.

"By washing dishes and cooking breakfast?" I questioned.

"You never know," he smirked.

"Fine. I want the maple doughnut holes too."

"You got it." He kissed the corner of my mouth and left.

I was pretty damn lucky to have a man like him.

I sat at the counter with Masen finishing up the puzzle he brought out. Tanya was still upstairs sleeping. I expected Edward any minute. As if he knew I was thinking about him, the door opened and he walked inside with a big smile.

I smiled back at him and took a sip of my coffee. "It's pussy!" Masen chuckled.

I choked on the warm liquid and looked at Masen, "What did you just say?"

He looked at me with a frightened stare. "I heard you scream that word and I went to ask Tannie what it was last night because your door was locked. She said that dad was a pussy."

"Is that right?" Edward asked.

I couldn't believe we were so loud that Masen heard us. We definitely had to quiet down our little escapades from now on. "Masen, that is a bad word. I don't want to hear you say that again."

"But Tannie says it when she talks to Demetri."

"She what?" Edward yelled.

"Yeah, I walked in her room the other day and she whispered things on the phone to him and said that word."

"Masen, the bottom line is you are not to say it."

"Okay," he pouted.

I gave Edward the look to drop this conversation. We didn't need to discuss in front of Masen what Tanya was doing. Edward sighed and put the pink box of doughnuts on the counter. Masen was so excited and started picking out his favorites. Edward handed me the bag of doughnut holes and I gratefully thanked him.

When we were finished with breakfast, Edward decided to take Masen to the park to play soccer while I stayed home and cleaned. It was already eleven o'clock and Tanya was still asleep. I couldn't imagine why she would sleep this late. She basically lost the day by sleeping.

I started the first load of laundry for the day. I have to say the one thing I hated about being the mother was the laundry. It was endless; when I thought I was going to be finished, Masen or Edward would hand me more clothes.

I walked over to the hall closet and pulled out all the cleaners and rags. I polished the wood furniture. I cleaned the bathrooms, Masen's room, our bedroom, saving the kitchen for last. I was so happy that I bought the vegetable tray that Tanya wanted—note the sarcasm. The vegetables were moldy and mushy. She would always tell me to buy her food and when I did, she never ate it and I would have to throw it away. It was such a waste of money. If only she could really see how much food cost. I had two trash bags filled with rotting and expired food.

I took the bags of trash and put them in the trashcans outside. I walked back inside and vacuumed the house. The worst part was going up the stairs. I mopped the tile floor and then went back downstairs.

By the time I was finished it was two o'clock in the afternoon and Tanya came downstairs. I was catching up on the Real Housewives of Orange County—I know these reality shows are trashy and stupid—I just love to get a laugh at how pretentious and bitchy they are to one another.

Tanya plopped on the couch next to me. Her hair was perfectly curled, make-up was painted on her, and she wore her pajamas. She didn't even greet me; she sat with me watching the television.

I groaned when Edward and Masen walked in. Masen was covered in mud from head to toe. "No! Both of you out of the house. Edward, wash your shoes off and wash Masen down with the hose. I just mopped the floors."

Edward laughed at me and Masen ran outside. I went upstairs and into the hall closet to grab a big beach towel. Edward pulled off Masen's clothes and I wrapped the towel around him. Edward rinsed off Masen's clothes and both pairs of shoes. I told him to put the clothes in the laundry. Masen went upstairs and went straight into the shower.

I went into the laundry room and there was an extra load. I grabbed the dried laundry and brought it into my room. I turned on the television that Edward insisted we needed in our room; flipping it to the episode of "Saturday Night Live" that I missed last week.

After finishing his second show of the day, Edward helped me fold the laundry. He sat next to me on the bed and helped me sort everyone's clothes. It took us two hours to fold all the laundry.

I walked back downstairs and I knew the kids would be getting hungry. I decided to make it simple tonight with roadside potatoes and barbecued chicken in the oven. I started with the potatoes since they took about an hour to cook. I dumped the frozen bag of hash browns in a rectangular pan, I added half and half, green onion, and Parmesan cheese. I stuck it in the oven to bake and then I started making the chicken.

Masen set the table as I pulled out the chicken. The potatoes had five minutes left. Tanya came in minutes later and sat down in her usual place without saying a word. I was wondering what was going on with her today. She was being unusually quiet.

Edward came into the kitchen with his beer half full. I grabbed him another bottle and set it down on the table. I plated dinner for everyone except Tanya. She was too old for her mother to get her plate. She only took the roadside potatoes since the chicken was on a bone. She didn't eat anything that was on a bone; even if I cut the chicken off, she still wouldn't eat it because she had seen it on the bone.

Dinner was quiet with the exception of Masen telling me about how he beat Edward at their soccer game. When we were finished, Tanya disappeared like usual and Edward and Masen cleaned the dishes, while I packed up and put away the leftovers.

Tanya came in once we were almost finished and sat on the stool. "Can I borrow three hundred dollars?"

Edward choked on his beer and it fizzled down the sink. "Why the hell do you need three hundred dollars?" I asked.

She shoved a piece of white paper in my hands with a picture of a beautiful nude gown on it. "For my prom dress, why else? It's coming up in a couple of months and I have to have the perfect dress."

"So, you go down to the little store in Port Angeles and buy one for fifty dollars. That's what your mother did," Edward said.

"This is different. I am the cheerleading captain. I have to have the most extravagant dress. I don't see the big deal?" she rolled her eyes.

"The big deal is its fucking three hundred dollars!" I told her.

"So you make a lot more than three hundred dollars a month."

"No. If you want that dress you can go get a job like most kids around here and buy it yourself." Edward interrupted.

"Are you serious?" she shrieked.

"Yes, you want to have a three hundred dollar dress you can get a fucking job to buy it. The other option is fifty dollars from your mom and me for a more affordable dress. You are only going to wear it one time, so I will not waste the money that I earned for this piece of shit." Edward said as he stormed out of the kitchen.

"Mom, please?" she clasped her hands together and pleaded with me.

"I am with your dad on this one. That's a lot of money for a dress that you are only going to wear one night. If you really want it I am sure Mrs. Newton would be happy to give you a job at the hardware store."

"If you won't give me the money then I will just ask Demetri. I am not getting a job. A job is for poor people and I am not poor."

"Really?" I laughed, "Because, if I remember correctly you don't have any money. The money you have in your wallet is from your father and me. So, I guess you are poor."

"You guys suck!" she screamed and stomped up the stairs. If I had a nickel for every time she told us that, I would be a millionaire.

I grabbed a bottle of Heineken—the only beer Edward and I would drink. I walked into the family room to find Edward staring intently at the television. He was watching wrestling—stupidity in my opinion. I don't know why men liked this, but whatever.

Edward opened up his arm and I snuggled up to him, watching this stupid sport with him while drinking a beer. If I asked him to change the channel to Housewives he would tell me no, but if I was already watching Housewives he would have joined me and gotten into the show. He hated to admit it, but he loved that shit just as much as I did.

I traced the ink design on his right arm. I still wasn't into wrestling and I didn't want to bother him by changing the channel. Masen soon came running down the stairs in his Angry Birds pajamas. He sat next to me on the couch. He pulled out a small black foil package and dangled it in front of me.

"Momma what's a Trojan?" he asked pronouncing the name wrong.

"What the…?" Edward turned.

Masen sat there his brown eyes staring at us for a response. He was such an innocent boy. "Where did you get that?" I asked with a shaky voice.

Edward and I haven't used a condom since we were teenagers. He didn't like the feel of having a barrier in between us. I've been on the pill for years.

"Masen Thomas Cullen, where did you get that?" my voice raised.

Edward was still in shock with his mouth opened and his eyes wide. "I found it in the bathroom. I was trying to find a Band Aid because I cut my finger, and I found a box of these in the drawer. When I opened one it didn't look like a Band Aid."

I looked at Edward for help. How were we supposed to explain this to our son? "Mase, that's like Saran wrap. Saran wrap protects the food," Edward coughed, "and that protects other things you are not old enough to know yet."

"Why?" Masen asked.

"Mase, I will tell you when you are older. Please go get your sister and tell her to come downstairs now," Edward growled.

Edward held out his palm and Masen stuck the condom into Edward's hand. Masen ran up the stairs to get Tanya. "She's having sex now, Bella?"

"At least she is protecting herself." I tried to tell him but he didn't want to hear it.

"No, she is too young."

"Edward, when we were her age we had a two year-old."

He scoffed, "That is different."

"How is it different besides the fact that we had a baby and she doesn't? She is being responsible by protecting herself."

Edward narrowed his eyes at me. "Bella, please Responsible?"

I was about to say something but I was cut off by Tanya. "You guys wanted to see me?"

"Where did you get this?" Edward asked.

Her face paled when she saw what he was holding. "It must be yours. I have no idea…"

"Cut the crap. Where did you get it?" he asked again.

"Edward calm down." I told him.

"Fine I got it at the store, alright? Demetri and I have sex. And I don't want to become pregnant with a child like you guys did so I make sure he wraps it up every time."

Edward looked taken aback by her words. It didn't really shock me that Tanya was having sex. Edward on the other hand chose to believe that our daughter would remain a virgin until her wedding night.

"I did wrap it up and your mother still got pregnant. If condoms were one hundred percent effective then you wouldn't be here."

"I won't get pregnant. There's like a small chance that it could happen."

"You will not see that boy anymore." Edward changed the subject.

"Edward! I yelled at the same time Tanya screamed "Dad!"

"Edward, can I talk to Tanya alone?"

"Fine, she never listens to me so why don't you talk some sense into her?" He stormed off with his empty beer bottle.

I sat on the couch and patted the seat next to me. "If you want to have sex, you have to be prepared for the inevitable, Tanya. I thought I wasn't going to get pregnant at your age and I did— even with protection. You aren't an exception."

"This is high school, Mom. Everyone is having sex. You guys can't stop me from having sex with Demetri."

"Well, if something happens then you will have to take full responsibility just like your father and I did." I got up from the couch. "By the way, keep this shit out of sight from your brother and then next time you have phone sex make sure your brother isn't around and you aren't saying shit like your father is a pussy."

"Of course he told you." She rolled her eyes.

I walked away and said a soft goodnight before walking up the stairs to talk with Edward.

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