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CHAPTER 30
Seriously? Why couldn't he just let me go to sleep?
"Because I don't," I whined. I knew it wasn't going to fly but I couldn't really help trying.
"Don't do that," he sighed, rubbing my back lightly. "You know it just pisses me off …. I just want to know why you're fighting with my sister—your best friend."
"I'm not fighting with her," I reasoned. "I'm just not talking to her."
"Bella," he sighed in frustration.
"Fine," I hissed sitting up. "You wanna know why I'm not talking to your sister? Because, it's her fault that nasty home wreaking whore was in your room to begin with! If she would have waited another ten minutes, I would have been there and all would have been fine! But, nooo, that wasn't good enough—her fucking ice cream sandwich was more important!"
Edward laughed, though he did try to cover it. "What, exactly, is funny?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
He shook his head frantically. "Nothing, I just had a tickle in my throat." I rolled my eyes, but he didn't give me a chance to say anything. "Baby, you can't blame—"
"The hell I can't!" I interrupted. "She knew better!"
He held up his hands in defeat. "Okay," he conceded. "You're mad at Alice, but not dad? He—"
"Don't even get me started on your dad. Don't think he's not on my shit list, cause he's right there next to Alice!"
He was staring at me as though I'd lost my mind, which was quite possible.
"But you're talking to dad …."
"I talk to Alice when I have to," I reasoned. "It wasn't necessary earlier."
Once again, he stared at me. "Okay …." He didn't continue, and I didn't feel the need to say anything more—Alice was in the wrong, not me.
"So why are you mad at dad?" he finally asked, breaking the tension-filled silence.
"Really?" I asked incredulously. "You really have to ask me that?"
Edward stared at me for a while, and then it was as if a light went off. "Because he let Tanya and Liam in to see me?"
I rolled my eyes. "I could care less about Liam, Edward, but I didn't agree with his reasoning for allowing her in there!" He nodded, but he didn't say anything, which quite frankly only pissed me off more. "You agree with him?" I hissed, probably louder then I needed to.
His eyes bugged a bit, but he quickly recovered. "I didn't say that—I don't even know what his reason was."
"Oh," I responded sheepishly with a yawn. After lying back down, I snuggled into his side and went on. "He said it was because of Liam, but, I don't understand why she had to be the one to take him up there. I mean honestly, like Liam is ever going to remember seeing you in the hospital or you for that matter. It's not like you even knew he was there!"
I gave him a chance to speak but he didn't say anything, he just nodded.
"Anyway, he said she was adamant Liam get to see you, because, God forbid, if something had happened to you, Liam would never had met his father. She actually took pictures of you with Liam while you were fucking unconscious!"
"She did?" he asked incredulously.
"Yeah."
"I'm really kind of surprised he agreed," he finally said after a long moment of silence.
"Yeah, so am I. Apparently he's getting soft—your mom said he got sick of arguing with her and just gave in." He nodded. "She wouldn't agree to anyone else taking him up there."
Again, he nodded, not saying anything. "So, he let her go up there from ten to ten thirty daily." Once again, his response was only a nod. "Why do you keep doing that?" I hissed, sitting up to look at him.
"Doing what?"
"Not saying anything!" I spat. "I want to know what you think—Jesus! You talk about me doing shit that makes you mad, well that pisses me the fuck off!"
He stared at me—eyes wide open. "I don't know," he hissed. "Fuck, Bella!"
It was my turn to stare at him with wide-eyes. What the hell was that?
"God," he groaned, pulling his hand through his hair. "I don't know what I would have done had it been me in that situation, okay? I mean, I know how relentless she can be, so I can kind of see why he just gave in …."
I stared at him, not sure what to say. Sighing, I looked at the clock – 11:58. "I'm tired," I whined lying back down, my head resting on Edward's chest once again.
"I know, baby," he murmured, pressing a kiss atop my head. "Let's get some sleep; we can talk about all this tomorrow." I nodded against his chest, snuggling in as close as I could get, while he reached over to switch off the light.
I'm not sure how long I lay there next to him, just trying to fall asleep, but the position I was in definitely wasn't allowing me to find it. I wasn't comfortable, and until I found the right position, I wasn't going to have any luck falling asleep. Therefore, I shifted my leg up a bit and moved so I was resting more of my weight, and me, on top of him.
Why can't I get comfortable? I pondered briefly as I began burrowing my body into his—feeling for the first time, his semi-hard erection resting under my thigh. Suddenly, the fire that hadn't burned in over six weeks was roaring and ready to go and I couldn't wait to have the man I loved so dearly inside me.
I moaned, nuzzling my face into his bare chest, just as he expelled a strangled groan and hardened even more under me. I didn't know if he was asleep or not, but I honestly didn't care, I needed him, and I needed him now, so I moved the hand that was resting on his hip over to his boxer-clad cock, and squeezed slightly. Edward hissed, bringing his hand to rest on top of mine—urging me to continue. Happy to oblige, I began kissing, sucking, and licking my way up his chest, as my hand slid through the opening of his boxers. Taking his cock in my hand firmly, I started stoking his hard length.
"Fuck, baby." He groaned, tangling his hand in my hair. "I can feel how turned on you are." He pulled my hair, lightly tugging my head back. "You're so fucking wet!"
He crashed his lips against mine, as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me up his body. I whimpered in his mouth when he positioned me over his erection, and began moving his hands up my sides, pushing my nightgown up.
"Edward," I groaned when he broke the kiss to discard my nighty. "Your leg … I don't—"
"My leg's fine, baby," he interjected. "You're fine." His eyes roamed over my half-naked body, making me shiver in delight. "You're way more than fine." I gasped when he ripped my barely there panties from my body.
I bit my lip, batting my eyelashes innocently. "I really liked those panties."
He smirked, lifting me up slightly so he could pull his cock through the hole in his boxers. "I'll buy you a new pair."
"Technically, you bought those," I retorted with a smirk of my own. "Well, your dad—"
Edward belted out a laugh as I clasped my hand over my mouth. "Baby, I'm not sure how I feel about my dad buying you panties." I started laughing, then one or both our girls decided to kick the shit out of my bladder, and suddenly I couldn't get to the bathroom quick enough.
"No! Don't make me laugh!" I squealed climbing off Edward. I heard him hiss behind me, and I assumed I probably bumped his leg in my haste, but I didn't stop to check and see if he was okay. "Sorry, baby!" I yelled, running into the bathroom.
"It's … okay," he panted.
And, queue the tears.
I quickly finished my business in the bathroom and returned to the bedroom to find Edward sitting on the side of the bed, his head in his hands. "Oh, my god," I cried, running to his side. "I'm so sorry! How bad did I hurt it?"
He looked up with tears in his eyes, which only made mine fall faster. "You—shit!" he panted. "You didn't get my … leg. You got my—you got me in the fucking nuts!"
I busted out laughing—I couldn't help myself.
"Why the hell are you laughing?" he hissed in disbelieve. "This shit hurts!"
I calmed my laughs to the occasional giggle, and wrapped my hands around his head, bringing it to rest on my—well, on my baby bump. "I'm sorry, baby. I know it hurts—"
"Bella!" he exclaimed, pushing away from me. "Seriously, I hope you don't want any more babies, cause you just killed my shit!"
I laughed, watching him ease back into bed. "Really, Edward? More babies? Don't you think you've got enough?" He looked at me in shock, and I really couldn't blame him—I regretted it the moment the words left my mouth. "I'm sorry, Edward." I climbed onto the bed, moving to straddle him, again. "I didn't mean it like that."
"I know, baby," he replied moments before pressing a kiss against my lips—reigniting the fire once again. Edward chuckled, breaking the kiss just as I was starting to deepen it. "Sorry, babe, but I really don't think that's happening tonight."
I stared at him in disbelief, before shrugging and climbing off his lap. "Fine." I smirked. "I'll just take care of it myself."
Edward gasped. "You wouldn't," he whispered incredulously as my hand disappeared beneath the blankets.
**Author's Note**
Um, yeah … I actually had fun with this chapter, lol.
Next chapter we finally meet Liam.
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