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A Hard Day's Night

Bella's Point of View

I sighed in annoyance as Mrs. Weber came over to me and directed me into her classroom. This was one of those days that just kept getting worse and worse. First, my alarm didn't go off, and if we weren't already late enough, I had a flat tire. Thankfully, Edward knew how to change a tire within minutes. Then I forgot to pack Masen his lunch, and so he was stuck eating the school lunch which he hated.

If that wasn't so bad, I had a kid puke on my shoes this morning. Another kid was holding his breath until he passed out and collapsed on the asphalt. He had blood gushing out of his nose. I didn't deal well with that much blood. Then to top it off, the sixth graders had a food fight.

I didn't want to talk to her or anyone for that matter; all I wanted to do was take a nice, relaxing bath. Walking into her classroom with heavy feet, I noticed Masen cleaning out his desk.

"Masen and Angela, can you please go out to the pod?" she asked, and they quickly left.

"Please sit down, Mrs. Cullen." She motioned to the chair in front of her desk. As if I hadn't been in here before.

"As we all know, Masen is a little bit out spoken," she paused, removing her black glasses. "However, there is a time and a place for that."

"I agree," I told her.

"Yes, well. Lately, Masen has been talking when he shouldn't. Quite frankly, it gets annoying. He has a behavior chart on his desk and I constantly have to tell him to make a mark next to 'talking out loud.'"

"It can't only be Masen, though," I defended him.

She shook her head, "No, but Masen can be quite obnoxious. It's hard not to notice him above all the other students calling out."

"So, let me get this straight. You think my child is obnoxious?"

She nodded her head. "At times when I am trying to teach, he speaks out."

"Did you ever think that he is bored in your class?" I asked.

"Mrs. Cullen, that is not the point. The fact of the matter is that he is calling out when he shouldn't and trying to be a class clown. I know you clearly don't care about him acting like that, since my daughter showed you the picture of him with the stickers on his face. You brushed it aside like it was nothing. So, I decided to put him in detention Monday during recess."

"Why does he have to be in detention? So, he was goofing around, what kid doesn't do that from time to time?" I rolled my eyes.

"I don't know why I even try to bother, Mrs. Cullen. I should know better than to talk someone who doesn't act like an adult. If you would like a few parenting books I can give them to you. I'm sure they would help."

"I don't understand what you have against me and my family. I don't need fucking parenting books; they're a bunch of bullshit. There is nothing wrong with my son." I stood up from the table. "By the way, I don't appreciate your daughter taking pictures of my son without my permission."

I walked out into the pod to see Masen clutching his eye and Angela with a guilty face. "What happened, Mase?"

"I threw an eraser at her and she threw it back and it hit my eye."

I bent down carefully examining his red eye. There would probably be some slight bruising, but other than that he was fine.

Mrs. Weber opened her door and looked at the three of us. I stood up and blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "First your daughter snaps pictures of my son and then she throws an eraser at his eye. You might also want to look into those parenting skills."

She looked appalled. Grabbing Masen's hand, I rushed us out of there. I couldn't wait for the next couple of months to pass. I was sick of that woman. It never mattered if another kid did the same thing Masen did. Masen would always be the one at fault.

When we got home, Masen went upstairs to do his homework while I went to the fridge to grab a beer. I prayed that Tanya wouldn't be a brat when she came home. It would be extremely hard not to rant at her.

Knowing that I had to start making dinner soon, I searched in the fridge for something to make. Chicken strips and French fries sounded simple enough, so I pulled out eight pieces of chicken breasts.

I mixed the buttermilk, salt, pepper, and paprika in big bowl before adding the chicken. Covering it up, I placed it in the fridge to marinate for thirty minutes. I washed my hands and the four potatoes. Slicing the potatoes up nice and thin, I added olive oil, salt, and pepper. It was impossible to keep my hands clean, so I stuck them in the oily bowl and made sure the potatoes were covered in oil.

Washing my hands for the third time, I grabbed a cookie sheet and poured the fries on it. The oven was already on, but I wasn't going to put them in until I put the chicken in. I still had ten minutes left for the chicken, so I decided to try to make my sister's honey mustard sauce recipe. Grabbing a small bowl, I added mayo, a little bit of honey, and Dijon mustard. I give it a little stir before placing it in the fridge.

The chicken was done marinating, so I pulled it out of the fridge. I mixed together some crushed corn flakes and panko in another bowl. I carefully coated each piece of chicken and placed them on another cookie sheet. When I was done, I placed both the chicken and fries in the oven, setting the timer for ten minutes.

Masen brought his finished homework downstairs just as Tanya and Edward came home. Masen fed his fish, and Tanya walked in with a surprisingly happy attitude. Edward, on the other hand, needed to take a quick shower before he had dinner. His hair and face were covered in grease. I was all for a greaser boy, but I didn't want it all over my house—or my face when he kisses me.

He bent down to give me a kiss, but I pushed him away and pointed up the stairs. "Nope, shower first and then a kiss."

"I'm not that bad," he laughed and trudged up the stairs.

The timer beeped and I pulled out the chicken and fries. I made sure the chicken was cooked through and set the hot trays on top of the oven. Masen helped set the table, while I served everyone. Grabbing Edward a beer and another one for me, we all sat at the table.

"It's smells delicious, Babe," Edward complimented before digging in.

I must say that it was quite delicious, especially with the honey mustard sauce. My sister's recipe was one of my favorites. The kids and Edward seemed to enjoy it as well. I had never made chicken with this kind of breading. I usually made it with mayonnaise and breadcrumbs, but I think I will make it like this from now on.

When dinner was finished, Tanya and Masen decided to do the dishes. This was one of those rare times where there weren't any leftovers, so Edward and I went into the family room with our beers. We sat at opposite end of the sofa, with my feet in his lap.

As we watched "Impractical Jokers"—one of my favorite shows— he gave me a foot and calf massage. His hands were miracle workers, the gesture made me aroused.

The kids joined us when the second episode came on and I cuddled against Edward's chest. I knew I would have to talk to Edward about Mrs. Weber, but it was so peaceful in our house that I didn't want to ruin the mood.

Finally when nine thirty came rolling around, I knew Masen had to get upstairs and into bed, or else it would be a pain to wake him up in the morning. Edward carried a half asleep Masen up the stairs, while I folded up the blankets and turned off the lights.

After I gave Masen a kiss goodnight, I joined Edward in our room. He was already in bed watching to the news. I went into the bathroom and did my nightly routine before joining him in the bed.

Placing a kiss on his naked chest, I felt his arms engulfed my body. I knew I was going to have to tell him sooner or later about Mrs. Weber, so I decided to get it over with.

"So, I have to something I need to talk to you about."

His head rose up. "Really? Please, tell me it has nothing to do with Tanya?"

I lightly chuckled. "No, I promise it has nothing to do with her." It seemed to put him at ease.

"Mrs. Weber pulled me into her classroom again to talk about Masen."

As I stared into his green orbs, I traced random patterns on his chest. "What did he do now?" He groaned.

"Apparently, he talks a little bit too much in class. She said he was obnoxious."

"And? What about all of the other kids in her class?"

"That was my point. She wouldn't hear it. She was trying to either talk me into or get me to buy a parenting book. And when I went to get Masen, he was clutching his eye. Her daughter threw an eraser and it hit his eye. I don't care if he threw it first; she is an adult and knows better. Mrs. Weber came out and I told her I didn't like that her daughter was taking pictures of Masen and insinuated that she doesn't know how to parent either." I was running out of breath.

He choked out a laugh at the end. "What did the bitch say to that?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. I was already gone before she could respond."

"I wish I was there to see the look on her face."

"It was priceless." I laughed, recalling the image of her face.

His hand ran up and down my back. "Have you thought about talking to the principal yet?"

"No, I think we just need to get through this year and ignore it."

"That's probably for the best," he grinned.

Breathing deeply, I turned my attention back to the television and waited for sleep to overtake me.

~AHDN~AHDN~AHDN~AHDN~AHDN~

There were tantalizing kisses placed on my collarbone as I stirred from my sleep. My eyes opened on their own accord, and my fingers clung to his hair. A smile was plastered on my face, and Edward had a lustful look on his. His green eyes were darkening, filled with love and passion. I ran the pads of my fingers down his smooth, silky back.

He pulled down my panties and pushed my top off. I kicked his boxers off of him. We were naked and bare against each other. I rolled myself on top of him, grinding my pussy against his hard length. His hands gripped my hips, effectively holding me against him.

I grabbed hold of his cock and lined him at my entrance. His eyes radiated hunger and need. I slowly slid down his length. Our loud moans mixed together. Edward wasn't in the mood for slow. It was fast and animalistic.

I sucked on his sensitive pink nipples as I rode him, and his fingers dug into my hips moving me up and down his cock. I swiveled my hips against him. The sound of skin slapping skin turned me on. "Damn, you look so fucking sexy riding my cock. Your tits are so perfect bouncing up and down."

Edward pulled one of my pert nipples into his mouth; he swirled his tongue along the areola and bit down lightly. "You like that, Baby," he grunted.

I could feel the tingles shooting down my body and making my toes curl. Bringing my hand down, I cupped his balls and gently massaged them. "Fucking shit…Baby, do that again!"

I tugged on his testicles a little harder. He sat up and flipped me around so my back was against his chest. Grabbing hold of his cock, he lined himself at my entrance and thrust inside. He leaned against the headboard while I bounced up and down on him. His hands clutched my breasts with my hands squeezing his.

I could feel the familiar flickers of pleasure started to overcome my body and my stomach coiled. "Edward, please, Baby. I'm so close."

His right hand drifted down my stomach and stopped when he got to my bundle of nerves. He rubbed my clit vigorously. "Shit! Yes!" I chanted.

I continued to swivel my hips as the burst of warmth encircled me. Edward continued to thrust inside of me, his balls slapped against my pussy. "Fuck! Fuck!" he moaned as four warm spurts came inside of me. He continued to thrust wildly until the rush of pleasure was done.

Waking up this way was a great way to start a Saturday. Edward kissed my shoulder blades as he tried to calm his breathing down. "Thanks for the morning wake up call," I smiled.

His damp hair was matted against his forehead. "I could go for another round." He motioned with his semi hard on.

Turning around so I was facing him, I slapped his chest. "You, Mr. Cullen, are insatiable" I mumbled against his lips.

"As if you aren't?" he asked. Bringing his hand down my body, his fingers were coated in my juices.

Right when he went to line himself at my entrance for the second round, there was a pounding on our door and twisting of the locked knob. "Momma! Dad! Why is your door not opening?"

"Damn, cock blocker," Edward groaned.

I shoved his chest playfully, "That cock blocker is your son."

"Momma! I'm hungry! Are you awake yet?" Dang, that boy was loud in the mornings.

"Momma, wake up!" he screamed.

I quickly put on one of Edward's shirts—it covered me to mid-thigh. I opened the door a smidge and saw Masen standing there with his hair looking like a rat nest and Brownie by his side. "Mase, I will be down in a couple of minutes."

"Okay, hurry please. I am starving." He emphasized his point by rubbing his stomach.

I shut the door and went into the bathroom; I quickly brushed my teeth and used the restroom. Walking into the closet, I pulled out my aqua terry cloth robe and wrapped it around my body. It made me a little more presentable for my children.

When I walked out of the closet, Edward was getting out of bed and slipping on a pair of boxers. He went into the bathroom, while I walked down the stairs to my starving child. Masen was already outside making sure Brownie was going to the restroom.

I decided to make Mexican-style eggs for breakfast. Cutting some tortillas into strips, I threw them in a hot skillet.

Masen came inside with Brownie and his eyes shone when he saw I was one of his favorites. I cracked the eggs and mixed it with the milk and taco seasoning before pouring it into the pan of oil and tortillas.

Edward strutted towards me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He pecked the skin right below my ear. I turned my head and met his lips in a chaste kiss. While I finished cooking breakfast, Edward grabbed the salsa, sour cream, and shredded cheese.

As I was serving everyone a portion, Tanya joined us with a happy smile on her face. "Oh, I love Mexican style eggs!"

Edward and I gave each other a quick look of disbelief. There was usually a motive with Tanya when she was kind and happy. She took her place and started eating away. "So, Mom, Dad," she paused, "I was wondering."

Edward took a bite of eggs, "No," he interrupted.

"But I didn't get to say what it was." She looked sad.

"Tanya, I can tell that I won't like what you have to say already." He continued to eat his eggs without giving her a chance to explain.

"Mom?" she pleaded, widening her big brown eyes.

I raised my eyebrow at her, letting her know to continue. Bouncing in her chair, she gave me a bright smile. "Okay, as you know prom is coming up. Well, Demetri's parents rented us—along with the other popular kids— the top floor of some hotel in Seattle. I was wondering if it…"

"Absolutely not!" Edward threw his fork down on his plate.

"Oh, come on. What's the big deal? I'm eighteen," she grumbled.

I sensed that this conversation was already going downhill. "The big deal is you are not going to spend the night getting drunk and having sex!"

"Masen, can you go in the other room for me?" I asked.

"Why? I already know what S-E-X is" he whispered. "Remember when Rose and everyone came over?"

Tanya pushed her chair back and stood up. "That was you!"

"What?" Edward yelled at the same time.

"I knew Mom didn't decide to come upstairs and check up on me on her own accord," she mumbled.

"You were having sex in my house?"

"Will everyone just shut the fuck up?" Their constant yelling back and forth was driving me crazy. All three of them looked at me with shock written across their faces.

"Masen, go upstairs please." He quickly scrambled away.

"Tanya, yes your brother told me. He happened to walk in on you. We already had that talk." She huffed and looked away.

"Edward, yes Tanya was having sex. I didn't tell you because I knew you would react this way. She is eighteen and legal, so if she wants to go to a hotel for prom then let her go."

"Thanks, Mom, you're the best." She kissed my cheek and skipped up the stairs.

"Bella, you can't be serious?"

"Shut-up and eat your damn breakfast," I snapped and continued to finish mine.

He didn't say anything else. I think it was the overall shock of information that kept him quiet. I didn't want to deal with any of that shit again. This was my Saturday; it was a day of relaxation. I will be damned if I let them ruin it.

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