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Rose: Nine Months Pregnant and loving it.
Not.
"I'm sorry Miss, but I can not let you through right now," Mr. If-there-was-an-Edward-buffet-I'd-be-eating-my-ass-off-right-now, spat.
I ground my teeth together as I ran my hands along my lower back before groaning. Looking over at Edward, I glared at him and he in return narrowed his eyes at me, leaning against the wall with arms across his chest.
If I had my pistol…
This shit would've been a wrap forty five goddamn minutes ago.
I turned my attention back to the dick/vagina who was sitting behind the nurse's desk. Slamming my palms against the counter, I growled in I'm going to exterminate you, causing him/her to jump in his seat, looking at me as if I was the one annoying the shit out of him.
"If you don't allow me to go into that goddamn room," I threatened, glaring at him as I pointed down the hallway, "I will hurt you."
He scoffed at me before he looked over at Edward. My mouth dropped as Mr. I-want-Edward's-peen winked at him, licking his lips afterwards.
Dramatically, if you ask me.
What is he getting ready for?
Some kind of a feast?
Christ.
"Excuse me!" I yelled, leaning over the counter as I waved my hands in front of his face. "Hello! I'm talking to you, you piece of shit!"
Butt Pirate's eyes finally met mine after a minute or two before he rolled them in my direction. "Ma'am, you need to keep your voice down, you're disrupting our patien—"
"Shit, Rose! My Pimp hand!"
"I hate you, you dog! You have a penis, get away from me!"
"Having a penis…is a great, great thing," Mr. Dickwad cooed, ignoring my murder face as he looked at Edward again in some type of way.
Like…really?
I'm about to eradicate this m'effer.
Edward grimaced as he placed his head against the back, running his hands down his face. The transvestite behind the desk hummed and Edward narrowed his eyes at him, looking at him like he was vanilla ice cream.
Throwing my head against my arms that were laid out over the counter, I groaned. "Edward," I whined, "I'm going to kill him."
"Edward, I'm going to kill him," Butt Pirate mocked me.
I lifted my head before giving him the loss of life glare. "Give me my gun back, Edward. Now," I hissed.
Dick smoker's eyes widened, and I smiled in some sinister way as I lifted the sleeves of Edward's sweatshirt up my forearms.
It's on.
Like donkey Kong.
Before I had the chance of jumping over the counter, I felt arms wrap themselves around my waist and I closed my eyes as his lips grinned against the skin of my neck. "Calm down," he whispered, running his mouth up to my ear. "Let me handle this, yeah?"
I opened my eyes and placed my hands over his. "No gun?" I pouted.
"No gun," he whispered lowly, giving the skin under my ear a tiny bite before shoving me aside. I rolled my eyes when he stepped up to the counter, placing his arms over the marble as he leaned against it and gave Mr. Rectum Ranger his crooked smile. "I'm sorry, your name?"
The guy swooned.
Yes. He goddamn swooned.
"B—B—Brett," he stuttered, looking up at Edward all magically.
And creepily.
Edward smirked as he reached over the counter and held out his hand for a shake. "My name's Edward. Nice to meet you, Brett."
Yeah.
We needed a crash cart in this motherfucker, people.
Dude was definitely looking like he needed some O2…and stat.
"Ed—ward—o," he hummed, taking a hold of his hand as he quickly stood up from his seat. "What a lovely, edible name."
I snorted as Edward's whole body tensed. "Uh—right," he muttered, highly uncomfortable as he snatched his hand away from his lover's grip. "Pleasure is all mine."
"How can I help you?" Brett breathed, placing his elbows against the counter before laying his chin on top of his interlaced fingers.
"Hey!" I yelled, interrupting their little love connection. Edward looked over his shoulder as Lover Boy raised an eyebrow. I lifted my hand as I walked over and jabbed my finger against Mr. I-only-have-eyes-for-Edward's chest. "I spent almost a goddamn hour and a half asking for your useless help, and you denied me! As soon as this idiot," I nodded at Edward, "comes your way, you have no pro—"
Edward's hand over my mouth interrupted my rant and I narrowed my eyes at him as I brushed his fingers away. I went to continue my heat, but he grabbed a hold of my cheeks and pulled my face to his. "Let me handle it, Bae," he whispered, grinning as my breath caught. "Yeah?"
Brett huffed as he sat back down in his little chair.
I rolled my eyes before slapping his hold off of me. He smirked as he ran his thumb against my lip before pushing my face away from him.
"Listen, Brett," Edward started, clearing his voice as he faced the counter again. "The patient in room twenty three? Her dude isn't around unfortunately, you see?"
"Mmm," Bret moaned. "I do see," he whispered, cocking his head to the side as he ran his eyes up and down Edward's chest.
Edward's jaw tensed in irritation as he lowered his hands, fisting them before shaking them out and shoving them in his pockets. Shaking his head slightly, he looked back over at the dude who was still giving him the creepy goo goo eyes. "You hear that guy in there, who's practically crying like a little bitch right now?"
"Oh God!" J shouted, "my fingers! You're literally ripping them off, R!"
Edward raised an eyebrow at Brett, who in return grimaced.
"That dude in there is most likely crying right now," Edward continued. "Any second, you're going to hear him make the sounds that are equal to that of a goddamn Siberian Husky."
Jake yelped.
I grinned as I lifted my foot and kicked Edward's leg. He looked over his shoulder and I winked at him. "You're good," I whispered with a pleased smile. He shrugged before turning his attention back to the man handler behind the desk, looking at him like 'I told you so.'
"As you can see, or hear for that matter…that kid isn't going to make it much longer. Being in that room right now, is most likely traumatizing him, yeah?"
"I see," Brett hummed.
Edward smiled as he placed an arm over my shoulder. "So, when you ask me, 'how can I help you?' I can only think of one thing."
"What's that, sugar?"
"Save the kid's life, man. This chick right here is the dad's sister, so it's not like she's not family. Send her in there and kick him out," he argued. "That…I would really appreciate."
Brett stood up with a raised eyebrow before he placed his hands over his hips. "What do I get in return, if I do you…this tremendous favor?"
Oh God.
Was this guy serious?
I looked around me as I rubbed my eyes before pinching my arm.
Where the hell did Rose find this place? The black market?
Edward swallowed beside me and I grimaced a little as his arm over my shoulder moved up to my neck, where his grip practically snake choked my ass. I gasped for air as I hit his arm, and he mumbled a quick apology before letting go of me. Turning his attention back to Brett after a few calming seconds, he relaxed his jaw porn. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me, sex on a stick," Brett replied, shrugging as he sat back down in his seat. "If I allow your wifey to go into that room, what are you going to do for me?"
"You're kidding, right?" Edward asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Nope," he replied, popping the P.
I narrowed my eyes at Brett as he smirked, returning his attention back to the papers that were in front of him.
I smiled.
I kinda wanted to keep him.
I looked over at Edward and pursed my lips as his jaw dropped. When he started looking around the waiting room, his hand running through his hair in disbelief, Brett lifted his head and winked at me.
Yeah.
I definitely want to keep him.
Tuck him into my pocket, and make him mine.
"Excuse me, Brett," Edward whispered, returning his attention back to my new toy. "This is highly inappropriate behavior that your excluding. I'm actually feeling a little violated."
"Oh baby boy of mine," Brett hummed, looking at him from under his lashes. "Trust me when I say that I can think of better ways to…" he paused, closing his eyes as he gave his bottom lip a lick, "violate you."
I grinned as he opened his eyes again and continued. "I can show you if you would like, Honey bean?" Brett asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Wo—yeah—hell no—wh—" Edward stuttered before looking at me. I raised an eyebrow and he gagged. "The chicken cheese steak that we shared earlier?" I nodded with pursed lips. "It's making its way up my esophagus."
I snorted as Edward pushed himself away from the counter before making a bee line down the hallway, heading for the bathroom.
"Such a shame," Brett whispered with a frown, shaking his head.
I cocked my head to the side as I bit my lip. "I kind of want to marry you and have your kids," I stated in all seriousness.
He smiled as he stood up and leaned against the counter. "Well, if they get your looks, sweet pea, then I might take your offer."
"Oh Brett," I purred, grabbing a hold of his hands as I leaned towards him. "You're making me blush!"
He winked at me before nodding towards the hallway that Rose's room was in. "Go ahead," he said, giving my fingers a squeeze before letting go of them. "My master plan obviously turned to shit, seeing as to how your husband is your…husband."
"Husband," I snorted. He raised an eyebrow at me and I leaned in closer to him. He smiled as he followed. "Sweetheart," I whispered, shaking my head, "I don't have a husband. Go for it."
"I just creamed my pants," he deadpanned.
I rolled my eyes as I pushed his face away from mine before trying to sound serious. "Just one thing, though."
He raised an eyebrow.
"You might get the impression that he likes his space?"
"Mmm."
"He doesn't. One sure way to fire him up is to give him none. Trust me. Rub up on him, breath in his ear…hell…lick his ear. He likes it."
Brett grinned as he rubbed his hands together, already formulating a plan of action that may consist of an attack. "Is that right?"
"Dude. He'll go from this," I lowered my finger, hanging it, "to this," I lifted my finger, imitating a hard on. "Two seconds flat."
"No!" he gasped.
I shrugged. "If you don't believe me, find out for yourself. Do the shit that I told you to do, and then just grab it. And don't be gentle about the shit either, get a good grip on it. He's a maniac when it comes to that kind of stuff."
He clapped.
I pushed myself away from the counter with a nod, walking backwards as I headed down the hallway. I lifted my hand and showed Brett how big Edward was.
His eyes widened as he licked his lips.
Then I made a circle, indicating how wide Edward was.
He gulped.
I shrugged before turning around, heading down to Rose's room.
"I'm going to impregnate you after I'm through with him!"
"Looking forward to it!" I yelled back, pursing my lips as I tried to hold back my laughter. When I reached the room, I snorted as Rose's voice rang out.
"Oh God! I hate you Emmett McCartney! Look at what you did to me!"
I rolled my eyes as I knocked on the door.
"Come in! Please—please, come in!" Jake shouted.
I lowered my head as I smiled, pushing the door open.
J was standing over Rose with a grimace, holding onto her hands.
Or better yet, it looked like she was holding onto his hands. His fingers were just hanging there, looking all deformed and Hanson—like.
Oh, you know what I'm talking about!
That Chris Elliot dude who played in Scary Movie 2?
Yeah.
Not attractive.
Rose on the other hand, looked like Linda Blair from the Exorcism.
No lie…
We might need a priest.
Bless that child.
And, I'm just letting it out there so that there's no misunderstanding of any sort if the matter comes up in the next couple of hours…If, by any chance, during this whole encounter, Rose's head does some type of a 360 around her neck…
I'm out.
Just sayin'.
I shut the door behind me and walked over to the bed before shoving J out of the way. "You're useless," I stated. He raised his hand, showing me the scratches over his arm and I rolled my eyes as I gave him the finger. "You're a wimp for crying out loud, afraid of a chick," I scoffed.
Turning my attention to Rose, I took a hold of her hand. "How are you feeling, hookah?"
And, she growled in response, her eyes murderous.
Okay.
Point taken.
Not feeling so great.
Got it.
I looked over my shoulder and spotted Jake with an ice bag over his fingers, looking like the world was coming to an end. His eyes glared at me as I snorted at him. "You don't know what I've been through!"
I rolled my eyes, ignoring him. "How far along is she?" I asked.
He threw his freaky looking hand up in the air as he groaned. "How the fuck should I know?" he yelled.
I raised an eyebrow. "Where's the nurse?"
"I don't know!"
"I'm right here, J. No need for you to yell, dude." I nodded at the door. "Go do something useful and get the nurse."
He didn't need to be told twice.
He ran out of the room like his balls were on fire with a "Thank God!"
I looked down at Rose as she closed her eyes, inhaling and exhaling a couple of deep breaths. I laughed but then coughed when she opened her eyes, looking at me like a predator.
As long as the bitch doesn't start speaking in Latin, I'm golden.
"Rose babe, what can I do?" I asked.
"I. Hate. Your. Brother. I. Hope. He. Gets. Ass. Raped."
Okay.
So obviously, she had some kind of a dislike for Emmett at this time.
Maybe it's a good thing that he wasn't here.
It wouldn't take me by surprise if he had actually planned this shit out, knowing that his woman would fry his balls in the process of delivering their love child.
I grimaced as the nurse came walking in, all cheerful and lovely—like.
Oh God.
Rose gripped my hand.
I met her eyes and rolled my own. "Oh, chill ou–WWW!" I growled as her fingernails dug into my skin.
"Well, how are we making out?"
I looked up as the soon-to-be-cremated nurse smiled, walking over to the bed. She brushed Rose's hair out of her way and I bit my cheek in nervousness and don't do that.
"I wouldn't put your hand so close to her mou—"
"Oh perfect!" Rose interrupted me, slapping the nurse's hand away as she roared. "I'm about to shove a bowling ball out of my once perfect cooch! How do you think I feel, lady?"
The poor woman grimaced, her hand still up in the air…
Near Rose's Piranha teeth.
I leaned over Rose and pushed the nurse's hand away. "Keep your extremities to yourself," I said, "unless you want to lose them."
She scoffed in some you're so silly way, rolling her eyes at me as he placed her hands against the side rails of the bed.
I'm only trying to save your life, hookah.
"Well," she whispered with a hum, pulling the stool that was over by the corner up to the end of the bed, "lets see how far along you are."
Rose nodded with a growl of "Go the fuck ahead" before the nurse pulled the sheet off of her legs. As soon as the lady lifted the gown over Rose's bent knees, J and Carlisle came strolling in.
"Oh God! Rose's vagina!" Jake whispered, staring at the shit.
"Holy—" Pop twirled around like a ballerina, his back to us. "It's okay, it's alright, I'm a doctor, it's okay."
I snorted. "Oh Jake," I sang, laughing, "Em is going to killlll youuu!"
Jake lowered his hand and made the sign of the cross over his chest.
"Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with me…"
My head snapped down to Rose as I studied her facial expressions.
"I cast you out, unclean spirit."
"What?" she hissed, narrowing her eyes at me.
I cleared my throat. "Nothing."
Just makin' sure.
The nurse nodded as she lowered the sheet back over Rose's knees.
"Okay, sweetheart. It's just about time to star—"
"Drugs!" Rose interrupted, her eyes red. "I want my drugs!"
The nurse shook her head and Carlisle cursed as he hailed ass out of the room. "Wait for me, Pop!" J yelled, bumping into Edward as the innocent bystander came walking into the room. "Don't leave me!"
I raised a brow at his glare. "What the fuck did you tell him, Bella?" I pursed my lips as he pulled on his hair, angrily tugging the hell out of his locks. "I just got molested out there. By a goddamn dude!"
I shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Like hell you don't," he growled, narrowing his eyes at my laugh when I noticed the love mark that was over his neck. He quickly covered the area, his jaw tensed. "Dude/chick touched my junk and bit the shit out of my ear."
I smirked.
"Honey," the nurse whispered, looking at Rose, "you said that you didn't want any kind of pain medication ear—"
"I changed my mind, give them to me!"
She grimaced as she looked at the monitor. "I'm afraid that it's too late. You're about nine centimeters."
Edward?
Gone.
Man, those three are a bunch of little chicken sh—
"Oh God!" Rose yelled, shaking her head as she grabbed onto my hand again. "I'm going to die! I can't do this!"
"Rose!" I shouted, "snap out of it!"
Her lip twitched angrily. "Why are we friends?"
I raised an eyebrow, like whatchu talkin' bout Willis?
"You're related to the child that did this to me," she sneered.
I scrunched my eyebrows together. "Well, not technical—"
"Shut up," she spat, literally, interrupting me.
I resisted the urge to wipe away her child bearing saliva.
The nurse forced a smile as she clapped her hands. "Alright, girly! The doc is on his way up to the floor, are you ready?" she yelled in delight.
Rose sat up with a shriek, her other hand in a choking maneuver and I pushed her back down, telling her to calm her shit. "I'm ready to boot you ass!"
"Kayyyy," she whispered slowly, her eyes widening a bit before she turned her attention to the monitor.
One hour and thirty eight goddamn minutes later:
The doctor lifted his head, giving Rose a glance as he patted her knee. Looking back down again, he smiled. "One more push, Rose! Come on, give me one more good push."
Shouldn't this be illegal?
I mean, he's just shoving his fingers in there.
And, smiling.
I don't like it.
"Where's the badge, dude?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at the happy go lucky idiot.
He raised an eyebrow. "Badge?"
"Yeah, your badge. You know the thing that is supposed to read out your name and what your title is."
He shrugged, never taking his eyes off of the prize. "Downstairs."
I raised a brow at the nurse who was on Rose's other side, rubbing her knee. "Are you sure that he's not the janitor?" I asked. She grinned as she nodded. I huffed before turning my attention back to the man who was looking at Rose's hoo-hah. "I need to see your referenc—Jesus all mighty!" I growled as Rose bit my hand.
The Piranha grabbed a hold of my arm. "Get this baby OUT of me!"
I snatched my arm out of her hand and took a hold of it instead. "The janitor is working on it!" I shouted. She gave me a small smile before it turned into a grimace. Tightening my fingers around hers, I egged her on. "Come on, bitch! One more push, do the damn thing!"
I yelped as her fingers dug into my skin, like holy hell…
Did she want to hurt me?
"That's it!" the doctor/hopefully-not-janitor yelled. "I see the head!"
I looked down and grimaced.
Ewe.
"Who does the baby look like, Honey B?" Rose breathed as the nurse wiped her forehead free of pregnant person sweat.
I cocked my head to the side and scrunched my eyebrows together.
"Wellllllllllll…"
"WHO?" she growled, pulling me down to her face by my hoodie.
"E.T?" I whispered in a little voice, raising an eyebrow.
"What!"
I shook my head as I quickly pulled myself away from her. "Uh, not at all. Scratch my blasphemy. The creatu—uh. It looks amazing, in a total human type of way."
The doc laughed, holding up the alien. "It's a boy!"
Rose closed her eyes as she tried to catch her breath. "I'm boycotting sex when he comes back," she groaned.
"Okay," I laughed, running my hand over her forehead as tears started prickling behind my eyelids. "It's a boy, Rose!"
The doctor handed the baby over to the nurse before she placed him on top of Rose's chest. I wiped my eyes as she smiled, softly running her fingers over the little man's curly ass hair. "He looks like Emmett."
"He does," I whispered, leaning over her as I rubbed the little dude's chubby cheek. "He's perfect," I stated, because he was.
She kept her eyes on him as he yawned something adorable and huge.
"He is," she whispered, running her fingertips over his lips. "Perfect."
Two weeks later:
"What the hell, man!" I groaned, throwing the covers off of my body as I heard my phone ring for the one hundredths time. I shoved my hand under the pillow next to me, searching for the shit. Flipping it open, I didn't even bother with looking at who was calling. "What!"
"Open the fucking door."
"What do you want, James?" I groaned.
"Open. The. Door. Bella."
I rolled my eyes as I hung up on him and climbed out of bed. Grabbing a hold of my hoodie, I threw it over my head and pulled it down. After I walked out of my bedroom, I looked in Edward's and raised a brow in confusion. My eyes fell on his alarm clock, seeing that it was past two o'clock in the morning.
I lifted my phone and dialed his number. The kid said that he would be home around twelve at the latest, that was two hours ago. When I got his voicemail, I hung up and hit redial.
Shit.
I hope he's good.
He wouldn't tell me where he was going, but I knew that Edward was stressed. It's been like that with him for a week and a half.
And, I had a feeling about why.
I mean, we talked about his mom a lot…and whenever we did that shit, his moods were all over the goddamn place.
Still no answer.
I lowered my phone and typed him a quick text with 'Give me a call,' before stumbling down the hallway, growling to no one in particular but myself as the knocking continued.
When I reached the living room, I groaned. "I'm coming, goddamn it!"
I opened the front door and raised an eyebrow at a pissed off looking James. "It's two in the goddamn morning, what the hell can I help y—"
I hissed as he interrupted me by grabbing onto my neck. Placing my fingers over his, I tried to pry his grip off of me as he pushed himself inside, shutting the door behind him with his foot.
I choked against his fingers as he shoved me on the couch. "What the fuck?" I spat, rubbing my neck.
"I called you tonight, where the fuck were you?"
"I was sleepi—"
"Shut up," he interrupted, taking a seat next to me as he grabbed a hold of my arm. "You work for me, you got that, B? When I call you, you fucking answer," he growled.
"Don't fucking put your hands on me!" I hissed, kicking him.
He laughed as he leaned forward and I tensed as he reached into his pocket. "For the one that you lost," he said, throwing a gun on my lap.
I grabbed a hold of it and made sure that the safety was clicked on before shoving it into the waistband of my boxers. "What are you doing here anyway?" I asked, running my hands down my face.
He sat up and pulled out a pack of Newport's from his jacket pocket before looking over his shoulder. "I'm giving you another job."
I leaned over him and snatched the pack out of his hand. "You can't smoke in here," I whispered. "Edward doesn't."
He raised an eyebrow at me as he grabbed my hand and pulled the pack from my fingers. "Does it look like I give a shit, B?" he asked, placing a water bottle on top of the table.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "He'll know that you were here, James. I don't need the unnecessary bullshit."
He grinned, placing a cigarette in between his lips as he lit it. "First of all, Edward and I are friends, so chill the fuck out. Secondly, Edward's with Samantha, he won't know shit, trust me."
I leaned back and raised an eyebrow at him. "Who's Samantha?"
He shrugged as he exhaled. "Some chick that he's messing with."
Cute.
I lifted my legs up to the couch. "Where's the job?" I asked, changing the subject.
He leaned back. "It's bigger than the rest that you're used to."
"How much bigger?"
He sat up and placed the cigarette into the water bottle. "Five hundred thousand dollars bigger."
My eyes widened. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me," he said, standing up as he ruffled my hair. I pushed his hand away and glared at him. "I'll give you a call tomorrow about the details," he stated, walking to the front door. "You better fucking answer, Bella."
"Ja—"
"Have a good night," he interrupted me, opening the door and stepping out into the hallway. "I'll talk to you tomorrow."
I rolled my eyes as the door shut behind him. After turning off all of lights, I headed back towards my bedroom.
Where the fuck am I going tomorrow? The fucking White House?
Whatever.
The little one's account is going to be sixty grand richer, so fuck it.
I smiled as I climbed into bed.
That little man.
All he has to do is give me one of his dimpled smiles, and I'm a goner.
He was, to sum it up in two words, fucking amazing.
There was nothing that I could think of that was wrong with him. He was chubby like Rose was when she was born. His nose had a small little bump in the middle, imitating his mama's. He had Em's sparkly blue eyes, along with his dimples and curly ass hair. His second toe was longer than his big toe, giving him Pop's feet.
I grinned as I thought about his eating habits.
Definitely Emmett's kid.
It didn't matter that Rose held the bottle and fed him, the kiddo would always protest against the shit and shake his head, making the nipple slip out of his mouth. He would then throw a tantrum and bawl, like it was the end of the world when Rose would wipe his cheeks and clean up the mess.
I remember Rose calling me, crying over the phone. It's been going on for three days and she grew worried. "Does he not want to eat? I don't know what to do. I suck at this motherly stuff! My useless vagina and leaking tits! Fuck!"
Not so sure what her lady parts had to do with anything, but it was a problem that seemed to always come up. Out of nowhere, as you can see. And, really with the leaking fucking tits? I mean…come on, dude.
Anyway.
As soon as I got to their place, I would grin when I felt his growling tummy against me. Handing him over to Rose, I told her to let him shake the bottle away and get some milk over his lips.
So, she pushed the nipple into his mouth, and he took three little gulps before moving his head away. Mama—leaking tit—bear kept the nipple over his closed lips, letting the milk seep out and run down his cheeks.
He loved it.
After making a complete mess, little man would open his mouth again and take the nipple back in, sucking in some greedy and lovely way.
Rose rolled her eyes.
"Oh, great. My son takes after you two pigs with that shit."
After Rose and Leo—
Oh yeah.
You like that?
Rose and Leo?
I'm tellin' ya.
I looked at her like she was out of her goddamn wits when she told me that she was going to name him that. The bitch told me to get over my hate with Titanic in return.
As long as the little man didn't end up becoming some Artist who drew naked people for a living, and hands, I was cool.
Any-who.
After they left the hospital, Rose got a hold of Em, with Edward's help of course, how the fuck that is, who knows. Anyway, when she got on the phone with him, she grinned as she told him that he had a son.
He cried.
But not in sadness, or anything like that.
No.
It was all in happiness, and joy, and "My little man."
See what I mean?
He didn't even meet the little critter yet, and this unbelievable love was heard over his voice.
"You could feel it, vibrating through the phone," Rose laughed.
I grinned as I closed my eyes, thinking of the day when Emmett will actually see his little man, in person. The look in his eyes as soon as he sees his own, reflecting back at him.
Now for that, I would pay five hundred grand to see.
Next morning:
As soon as I stepped out of the shower, I smelled food. I rolled my eyes as I walked out of my bathroom. I guess Edward finally came home. Thanks for letting me know…asshole.
After getting dressed in the norm and swiping some lip gloss across my lips, I walked out of my room. When I got into the living room, I walked over to the wall by the front door and shoved my chucks on.
When I heard someone singing from the kitchen, I raised an eyebrow.
Walking over to the door, I pushed it open and narrowed my eyes at the chick by the counter, who was chopping up food.
She smiled when she looked over her shoulder. "Oh!" She put down the plate that she was holding and turned around as she wiped her hands against the apron that she was wearing. "Hey!"
I placed my arms across my chest, raising an eyebrow. "And who are you, Martha Stewart?"
She grinned as she walked over towards me, holding out her hand for a handshake. "I'm Sam. You must be Bella, right?"
I looked down at her hand and hummed, ignoring it as I walked past her. Opening up the fridge, I grabbed a bottle of water and shut the door closed with my foot before walking over to the table. "Where's Edward?"
"Oh, he went to the store real quick," she whispered with a small smile before lowering her hand and walking over to the counter. "He wanted to get a bottle of wine."
Wine though.
Yeah. Okay.
I looked up at her as I pulled out a stool and took a seat. "He doesn't drink wine."
She looked over her shoulder and shook her head. "It's for me."
"Mmm," I whispered, keeping my eyes on her as I leaned back.
She walked over to the fridge and opened it before taking a hold of my salad dressing. "So, you're his roomie, am I right?" she asked, walking over to the counter.
I pursed my lips, trying to hide my smile, as she poured the dressing all over the salad.
He hates Ranch. Especially when someone drenches the shit.
"Yes sir," I answered, bringing the bottle up to my lips, "sure am." After taking a quick sip, I nodded my head at her. "Edward likes a whole lot of Ranch over his salad, keep it going."
The chick thanked me before pouring more around and mixing it with a spoon afterwards. "I'm trying to surprise him with desert, what do you suggest?"
I stood up and pushed the stool back into place. "Ice cream. Vanilla is his absolute favorite."
"Oh, mine too!" she yelped with a smile, turning around.
"Match made in heaven," I whispered with a sarcastic wink.
She blushed as she lowered her head. "He's pretty amazing."
I rolled my eyes as I turned around. Heading for the door, I looked over my shoulder. "Well I should get going, have fu—"
She lifted her head with a pout, interrupting me. After grabbing a hold of the plates that were on the counter, she brought them to the table.
"I was hoping that you could stick around for a bit."
I turned around and raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
She took a seat and shrugged. "Well, even though I met Edward some time ago, I don't know that much about him. I was really hoping that you could, you know, tell me some things, since you know him pretty well."
I exhaled a heavy and annoyed breath before I walked over to the table and took a seat. "How long have you known him for?"
"About a month or so."
I raised an eyebrow as I crossed my legs. "Is that right?"
She nodded, a smile across her face.
A month or so?
Nice.
I mean, I don't give a shit, but Edward never said anything to me.
We weren't together by any means, but we promised each other that if either one of us got caught up with someone else, we would let it be a known thing. No hiding the acknowledgement or any of that bullshit.
If the kid gave me the Herpes, I'll chop his goddamn balls off.
…
Oh.
Are you waiting for the big 'Ha-ha, I'm just messing with you?'
Well I'm not.
I will chop off his sack of balls, and then make him watch me as I slice it into numerous pieces.
After that, I will cook it…
And, feed it to him for dinner.
Just letting it out there, people.
I shook my head, breaking out of my thoughts. "Well, what exactly do you want to know?"
"His parents, what are they like?"
I raised an eyebrow. "You haven't met them yet?"
She shook her head with a frown. "This is the first time that he has brought me here."
I looked over at her and groaned. I kinda felt bad for the chick. She was a nice girl…A little too cheery for my liking but I wasn't the one mackin' it. I placed my hands into my hoodie pockets and shrugged. "His parents are both incredible people. I'm sure that the prick will introduce you to them soon, no worries."
"You think?" she whispered.
"Give him some time, he's real anal about certain shit," I replied.
"Really?" she asked, her eyebrows scrunched together.
I snorted. "Do you not know Edward Cullen at all?"
She looked up towards the ceiling, all weird and dreamily.
"Oh, I know Edward Cullen very well."
I ground my teeth together.
Looks like I'm going to be making an appointment with my goddamn mirror, looking at my vagina like I'm some sort of a gynecologist.
I cleared my throat, bringing her attention back to me. "How well?" I asked, cocking my head to the side.
She smiled. "Well, I mean, Him and I have only known each other for about a month or so, bu—" She stopped as we heard the kitchen door swing open. I looked over my shoulder as Edward stood there, holding a bottle of wine in his hand as he looked between me and Sam.
"Uh. Hey."
I smiled. "Hello, Edward."
He turned his attention to Sam and held up the bottle of wine. "I, uh, got your wine?" he asked.
He-he.
Asked.
Dumb-shit.
"Thanks!" she yelled, standing up. I raised an eyebrow at her as she walked over towards him.
"You're welcome," he whispered, running a hand through his hair nervously. He kept his eyes on me as I grinned, turning my chair around so that I could face the two lovers. She placed her hands around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. I laughed as the motherfucker leaned back, his jaw tense while her fingernails ran themselves against his scalp.
"You guys are cute together," I stated, crossing my arms.
She smiled as she looked at me. "Thank you!"
I nodded. "You guys are so cute, that it's practically making me sick."
She gave him a quick peck before she ran her thumb across his bottom lip, wiping away her lipstick. "You better call the doctor!"
I snorted.
This chick.
He brushed her fingers away from his face as he shook his head. "Uh, no worries, I got it," he whispered, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth as he walked past her.
"So," I whispered, turning my chair around as I nodded for Sam to take a seat again, "you guys met a month ago, yeah?"
Edward's shoulders tensed as he pulled the fridge door open. "Bella, I just couldn't resist!" Sam shouted in exhilaration, her eyes on his back as she took a seat. "I mean, look at him."
I gritted my teeth as Edward turned around and shut the door with his foot. He raised an eyebrow at my narrowed eyes. "Irresistible. Edward in a nutshell."
He rolled his eyes as he started for the table. "So, what's going o—"
I lowered my gaze when I saw him staring down at the table. I grinned as I looked at him. "Uh—wow. The salad looks…appealing."
Sam clapped her hands together. "Thanks!"
"Well, have fun lovebirds," I said, standing up. "I won't be back until late, so no worries."
"Where you going?" Edward asked, narrowing his eyes at me.
I shrugged as I started walking backwards, heading for the door. "I have something that I need to handle. I'll see you later."
He walked around the table. "What do you have to handle?"
"Something that's non of your business."
He shook his head as he walked up to me. Looking over his shoulder, he grimaced. "Shit, Sam. Uh, can we maybe postpone this dinn—"
"Bullshit on postponing anything," I interrupted, narrowing my eyes at him. Looking over at Sam, I shook my head. "Ignore him, lady. Enjoy your night, I'll see you guys la—"
His hand wrapped around my wrist when I went to walk away and I raised an eyebrow at him. "Do you feel that disconnected with your balls to just want someone to cut the shits off?"
He rolled his eyes before looking over his shoulder. "Sam, give us a second, yeah?"
She nodded as she stood up. "No problem guys, I'll just go pamper my nose," she whispered with a grin, walking by us.
"Who says that?" I asked Edward as the door shut behind her. Shaking my head, I pulled my hand out of his grip. "I'm telling you, Cullen. It's seriously a mystery to me on where you find these chicks fr—"
"Where are you going?" he interrupted.
"Out."
He walked over to the counter and turned around before leaning against it. "Where's out?"
I placed my hands on my hips. "Edward?"
"Hmm?"
"Are you my dad?" I asked.
"No," he whispered, placing his arms across his chest.
I cocked my head to the side. "Are you my mom?"
He rolled his eyes. "No, Bae."
I lifted one hand and pointed at him before pointing at myself.
"Are you my man?"
He shook his head. "Negative."
"Then in my opinion, I suggest that you shut the fuck up and let me do whatever it is that I wish to do."
"I'm coming with you," he said, pushing himself away from the counter.
I laughed. "Uh. No you are not."
"That's funny," he grinned, standing in front of me, "because you're not my dad, my mom, or my girl, so take your own goddamn advice and don't tell me what to do."
I glared at him as I walked backwards, heading for the door. "You're not coming with me, so don't waste your time."
He glared back as he grabbed a hold of my hand, pulling me towards him. "I'm not wasting my time," he spat. I went to punch him but he ducked and made his way over to the door. "Give me your gun," the fuck-tart ordered, blocking my exit.
"I don't have a gun," I growled. "You stole it, remember?"
He reached out and grabbed onto my hoodie as he pulled me towards him. I rolled my eyes when he started searching for the shit, running his hands over my lower back.
"You're wasting your time," I whispered, placing my hands over my hips as he ran his palms over my ass.
He narrowed his eyes at me as he lifted his hands, placing them under my shirt. I looked away from him, lifting my arms as he ran his fingers along my upper back. When they went to the front and ran themselves over my bra, I raised an eyebrow at the kid.
"Just making sure," he whispered with a smirk, lowering his hands and running his fingers along my waistband.
I licked my lips and he followed suit, his eyes on my mouth. Cocking my head to the side, I lifted my hands and ran them down his chest. His gaze lifted as my fingers reached the front of his jeans. I grinned as his breathing stuttered, a little bit. "Just making sure."
He raised an eyebrow. "Of what exactly?"
I shrugged as I ran my hands against his abdomen, underneath his shirt. "I'll let you know when I think of it."
He placed his fingers under my waistband and pulled my body to his. "Promise me that you're not going anywhere where you shouldn't be going, Bae."
I nodded, looking away. He moved his head over to the side so that I could meet his eyes. "Promise me, Bella."
"I promise," I lied, pushing myself away from him. "I'll see you later?"
He nodded as he stepped to the side. "I'll be here," he whispered.
"Enjoy desert," I whispered with a grin, stepping up to the door.
He narrowed his eyes at me. "What's desert?"
I shrugged. "I don't know, she's planning something special though."
He rolled his eyes. "Right. And I'm guessing that was you who told her about my love for ranch dressing?"
"No, that was all her," I shook my head. "But the desert? I helped."
"Can't wait," he said sarcastically, lifting his leg before he kicked my ass.
I grinned, winking at him as I pushed the door open and walked out. Looking over at the couch, I smiled at Sam as I headed for the front door. "Don't forget the whip cream. Oh," I paused, looking over my shoulder. "You know what?"
She raised an eyebrow.
"The kid's kind of weird, but he likes pickles too."
She scrunched her eyebrows together. "What's so weird about pickles with chicken?"
I shook my head as I opened the door. "With the ice cream."
She grimaced. "In the ice cream?"
"Oh my God," I whispered dramatically, stepping out into the hallway. "You're brilliant!."
She laughed. "Really? He'll like it?"
I nodded. "Just chop them up in there and pour some of the juice from the jar. He'll probably purpose to you by the end of the night."
She clapped her hands. "Thank you, Bella."
I shook my head and waved my hand in the air. "No need. Have fun!"
I pulled up to the house that James told me to meet him at and took in the huge mansion in front of me as I parked, with a whistle/spit in holy hell—o.
"Fucking White House indeed," I mumbled to myself, wiping my mouth as I looked up at the gate.
I wonder if it was one of those gates that pierced you nuts or poontang if you climbed over it.
Wait, scratch that. I'm not in jail.
Was I about to do some 'Jurassic Park' shit up in this mother?
Alan wasn't here to save my ass, so I hope not.
I looked around me as I turned off my headlights before leaning back into my seat. James claimed that this was new shit, and that I wasn't ready, mentally—whatever that fucking meant—to handle it by myself yet.
I reached into my pocket and grabbed my cell phone before flipping it open and dialing his number. When the idiot answered, all nonchalant like, I rolled my eyes. "Where are you? I'm here."
"I'm pulling up right now," he replied, before hanging up on me.
Cool.
Hey fuck-bucket, how about this:
"Arrividerci."
"Adios."
"Shalom."
"Aloha."
Oh, wait for it…the best one…
"Bye."
When I saw his lights, I twisted the key and shut the engine off. After opening the door, I stepped out of my truck. As he pulled up next to me, I leaned against my door and placed my arms across my chest as I waited for him to get out.
"Don't do any of your smart shit and you'll be good," he said, shutting the door behind him before he walked over to me.
I rolled my eyes. "I think I'll be good, thanks for the tip, James."
He rolled his eyes, placing his arms across his chest. "They don't play around here," he whispered. "Just go along with whatever they say."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "What are you talking about?"
He shook his head as he lowered his arms and placed his hands into his jacket pockets. "They're not ones to rape a bitch, Bella. But, if you do something that makes them uncomfortable, they won't think twice about ending you."
I rolled my eyes as I pushed myself off from my truck. "Let's get this shit over with," I whispered, walking by him as I headed for the gate.
When we reached it, I nodded at James. "Go ahead."
He raised an eyebrow. "What's your deal? It's just a gate."
"Are you Alan?" I asked, raising my own eyebrow. "Because you sure don't look like Sam Neill."
He pursed his lips. "Really?"
"Really," I deadpanned.
He rolled his eyes as he hit a button on the intercom. After it buzzed, he pulled the gate open and walked through, pulling me with him.
When we reached the door, James knocked. A plump little old Mexican lady swung it open and smiled at him before raising an eyebrow in my direction. Looking back at him, she frowned. "Quien es Ella?"
James smiled as he answered her. "Ella esta conmigo."
She nodded after giving me another quick glance, stepping to the side. James thanked her and walked in before I followed behind him. "Hola, yo." The lady pursed her lips with a whisper of "Hola, senorita," as she lowered her head and shut the door.
When we reached the huge living room, I stood besides James when he stopped. Looking around, I noticed some big burly dude sitting on one of the recliners and two other guys sprawled out over the couch, watching some kind of international soccer game.
James cleared his throat before the men turned their attention to us.
"Gentlemen."
"James," the big burly dude greeted with a smile, looking over his shoulder. "Bienvenue dans mon humble demeure."
James nodded. "George."
This George guy looked over at me and raised an eyebrow. Turning his attention back at James, he raised an eyebrow "Senora?"
"This is Marie," James answered. "She just started working for me."
"Muy Bonito," George whispered, giving me a small grin as he stood up. I rolled my eyes, internally, when the other two followers copied the action. "Let's go to my office, shall we?"
James nodded as he placed one of his hands over my back, pushing me in front of him. I looked over my shoulder and raised an eyebrow at him as the Mexican mafia led the way.
"Follow," James whispered, nudging me.
When we reached the room, George pulled out a chair for me and I groaned, internally of course, as I sat down. "Thanks."
George nodded as he walked around the desk that was in front of me and took a seat. "My pleasure," he said as the other two followed suit.
I leaned back as James pulled out the chair that was next to me and took a seat. "Jose and Mark," George whispered, looking at us as he nodded towards the other two. "They work for me."
I nodded. "Nice to meet you, motherf—"
"Nice to meet you," James interrupted me, gritting his teeth together as he smiled at dumb and dumber. After reaching into his jacket, he pulled out a package and held it up. "Here is what you asked for."
George hummed as he sat up, leaning against the desk as he held his hand out. James leaned over and placed the package in front of him. After taking a hold of it, George grinned and caught the pocket knife that Mark handed him before flicking it open and slicing through the plastic.
I looked away, the action reminding me of Phil.
"And this is the best?" George asked, raising an eyebrow at James.
"Of course."
He narrowed his eyes at James as he leaned back. Keeping his eyes on the kid next to me, he nodded at the package. "Try it."
James smiled as he sat up. Reaching into his jacket pocket, he pulled out a plastic baggie, placing it on his lap as he opened it. Looking up at George, he raised an eyebrow. "No me confias?"
"I don't trust anyone," George spat.
James nodded as he lowered his head and pulling out a needle. "That's no problem at all," he hummed, grabbing onto the belt that Mark gave him. After shrugging off his jacket and rolling up one of his sleeves, he wrapped the belt around his upper arm.
George handed James a spoon after placing some of the powder in it. After taking a hold of the lighter that Jose held out for him, he flicked it and ran the spoon over the flame. I watched as the powder turned into liquid while George smiled, leaning back into his chair.
After pulling the shit into the syringe, James placed the needle against his skin and smiled at he hit a vein. Pushing the plunger, he closed his eyes as the liquid ran through his system.
"Trust me now?" James asked in a hummed whisper, opening his eyes as he pulled out the needle.
George grinned as he looked over at me. "Your turn."
My eyes widened before I narrowed them at him. "I don't use."
"Well now you do," he whispered as he sat up with a smile.
I looked over at James and glared at him. "I don't use."
"Look George," he whispered, shaking his head. "Marie never used, she's not into that whole ga—"
"Burn it. Pull it in. Push it out and enjoy the ride," George growled, interrupting James as he glared at me.
I gritted my teeth as I turned my head and caught James nodding. He grabbed a hold of the spoon that was on the desk with one hand and with the other, he pinched some of the powder and placed it on top.
"I don't have any supplies," I spat, placing my arms across my chest as I leaned back. "And I'm not using someone else's shit."
"Smart woman," Jose smiled as he stood up. He walked over to one of the cabinets after George handed him a set of keys. After unlocking it, he pulled out a package. "These were never used, as you can see."
I kept my glare on George as I nodded. After James took the package that Jose handed him, he turned in his seat so that he was facing me and lifted the sleeve of my hoodie up my arm. As he wrapped the belt over my upper arm, I looked away.
When I saw him grab a hold of the spoon, I narrowed my eyes at him and pushed his hand off of me. "I can handle it," I gritted, taking the metal out of his hand before grabbing the lighter from the desk.
Running the spoon over the flame, I shook my head, pissed the hell off that this shit was really happening, as the powder turned into liquid.
Pulling the shit into the syringe, I looked up at George, who had his eyes on me. "You don't have to fucking stare, I'm not go—"
"You ready?" James interrupted with narrowed as he nodded his head towards the syringe.
I rolled my own as I lifted my arm and laid it over the desk. When I found a vein and placed the needle against my skin, I paused.
"You're good," James educated, sitting up until we were shoulder to shoulder.
"Thanks," I whispered, sarcastically. He rolled his eyes and I glared at him. "No, I mean it, James. Thanks for the fucking encouragement." After a few seconds, I looked away from him and lowered my head as I closed my eyes, letting the needle break through it's first defense.
"Push it, dulcita."
I looked at George and he nodded. I ground my teeth together when I pushed on the plunger. As the liquid ran up my arm, I closed my eyes.
When I was finished, my index and middle fingers slipped off of the plunger, but I tightened my hold around the syringe with my other fingers before it slipped out of my hand.
I leaned back as I slowly opened my eyes. James laughed as he took a hold of my arm. I met his eyes when I felt him tugging the belt off. He raised an eyebrow at me as he brushed my fingers away and took the needle from my fingers.
I looked around me.
Everything was so clear and so bright, but at the same time, it was all bewildering and overwhelming. I felt a substantial amount of euphoria swirling under my skin and throughout my body.
It was powerful, yet peaceful at the same time.
I felt released, of everything material. My body included.
"You good?"
I met James' eyes as he grabbed a hold of my chin with a raised brow.
"Are you good?" I whispered with a lazy smile.
He grinned before looking over at George. "You good now?"
"Soy bueno," he laughed, handing over an envelope. "Here you go."
James grinned with a small nod as he stood from his seat. I looked up at him and he pursed his lips as he grabbed my arm before pulling me up. "We'll let ourselves out."
George nodded. "I'll see you soon."
When we reached the front door, I pulled James' wrist with my fingers, making him stop. "My feet feel heavy," I whispered.
He nodded as he placed one arm under my knees and the other over my back. When he lifted me, I placed my hand against his chest and he walked out the door. "It's not a big deal. That commonly happens when you do it the first time. I'll drop you off at home, yeah?"
I nodded before leaning against his chest and closing my eyes.
Opening my eyes when I felt the car stop, I looked around and noticed that we were already at my apartment. As he parked his car, I met his eyes. "I'm not doing this shit again, James."
He laughed. "Whatever you say, B."
I gave him the finger before I opened the door and stepped out of his ride. Leaning down some with my hands against the roof, I narrowed my eyes at him. "Get my fucking truck."
He rolled his eyes before he nodded. Opening his mouth, he was about to say something to me, but I slammed the passenger door shut in his face, not giving a shit.
Walking over to the building entrance, I closed my eyes as I lifted my hand and ran my fingers over my lips.
Why are they so fucking numb all of a sudden?
Shaking my head, I pulled out my chap stick from my back pocket and ran some over my lips as I walked in and headed down the hallway.
When I reached the front door, I placed my ear against it as I tried to hear if there was any noise coming from inside.
None.
Score.
Placing my forehead against the door, I closed my eyes and hummed a little tune while I lifted my shirt up over my bra.
Yeah.
I hide my key in my bra.
Don't hate.
With my hand shoved inside my bra, I yelped as the door swung open, causing me to fall forward. Closing my eyes, I held out my other hand and waited for the impact.
After a second or so of not feeling shit except for strong arms around my waist, I slowly opened my eyes and saw Edward's eyebrow raised, his face centimeters away from my own.
"Bae?"
Always saving me and shit.
Looking up at him, I snorted. "Turn down the lights."
His eyebrows scrunched together after a couple of seconds of looking at me in some type of way. "Bae, the lights aren't even that bright." His eyes lowered and he grinned as he pushed me up. "Why are you half naked?" he asked, taking my hand out of my bra and adjusting it before lowering my shirt.
I shrugged as I pushed him away. Walking through the living room, I smiled when I saw the hyper chick sitting down on the couch. "Hell—ooo, Sammy girl!"
She grinned. "Well, someone looks like they enjoyed the night."
I grinned at her sarcastically as I narrowed my eyes at her at the same time. "Oh, you don't even know!" I growled.
Edward rubbed the back of his neck. "You good, Bae?"
"Perfect!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, kicking the kitchen door open with my knee and stepping inside. Walking over to the table, I snorted when I saw the bowls full of watery green ice cream.
When I reached the counter, I lifted myself up and took a seat. The door swung open two seconds later and I smiled at Edward. "Yes?"
"What's wrong with you?"
"Absolutely nothing."
He started heading towards me as the door opened again with Sam.
"Why hello!" I yelled, throwing my hands up in the air. She scrunched her eyebrows together as she studied me. "What's your problem—o?"
"You don't look so good, Bella."
"Why, thank you, Sam! You on the other hand, look fucking exquisite."
"No, not like that," she whispered with a frown. "It's just that you look different. I recognize it."
"Where did you go tonight?" Edward asked.
I shrugged as I kept my eyes on Sam. "Work."
He grabbed a hold of my chin and turned my face to him. "Work?"
"Edward? Can I talk to you for a second?" Sam interrupted. He looked over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow. "Walk me out, please?"
I brushed his hand off of my face when he met my eyes again. "Walk her out, Edward." He shook his head at me before turning around and following her through the door.
I jumped off the counter and walked over to the fridge. Opening it, I pulled out a water bottle. I twisted the cap off and tossed it into the trash on my way out.
As I was walking down the hallway, heading towards my room, I froze.
All of a goddamn sudden, I didn't feel so spectacular.
I busted ass, figuratively speaking, into my bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me. Taking a seat on the edge of the tub, I placed my hands around the toilet and groaned before I opened my mouth.
Vomit = Oh man, Oh fucking man.
"Bae?"
"Leave me alone," I whispered, closing my eyes as I placed my arms against the toilet, my forehead over my hot skin.
"I'm coming in."
I rolled my eyes when he opened the door. Walking over, he sat down next to me and took a hold of my hair, pulling it into a ponytail before tugging my hair tie off of my wrist and wrapping it around my locks.
"Thanks," I mumbled, trying to calm my breathing.
When I felt his hand run over my back, I opened my eyes. "You okay?"
I shook my head and then groaned when it felt like it was going to fall off my body. "I'm hot," I moaned.
His hand ran against my back, underneath my shirt, before he hissed. "Fuck, Bae. You're burning up." I shrugged as he stood up and placed one foot into the tub before taking a seat again, so that he was facing me. I hummed in satisfaction as he lifted my hoodie and shirt up over my bra, letting the cool air hit my skin. "Are you sick or something?"
"I think so, I might be coming down with something," I lied.
I lifted my head from the toilet when I heard him turn on the shower. He leaned over to the counter and grabbed a hold of one of the hand towels that I had placed there earlier. After wetting it, he took a hold of my face and ran the towel over my eyes and down the front of my next, his eyes on mine the whole time.
I whispered my thanks before brushing the towel away. After standing up, I walked over to the sink and turned it on before rinsing my warm face. I grew uncomfortable with his gaze as he kept it on me, so I left the water running as I walked out of the bathroom, not wanting to be in there for any longer that I had to be.
I pulled my hoodie and shirt off, heading for my bed. Before I reached it, I unbuttoned my jeans and lowered the zipper before stepping out of them. Climbing on, an inhale of comfort left my throat as soon as I felt the cool sheets against my body.
I closed my eyes as I tried to calm down the goddamn overwhelming feeling that was coursing throughout my body. I felt so fucking out of control, and I didn't like it. At all.
I lifted my arms and wrapped my fingers around the sheets, trying to get a hold of myself. "Stop," I whispered, clenching my eyes shut.
I felt the bed dip beside me and I opened my eyes. He had his hands on top of the mattress as he kicked his sneakers off. "Move over," he whispered.
I groaned as I lifted my body but then hummed as I lowered it, feeling the coolness of the sheets that weren't previously underneath me.
Edward climbed into bed before laying down on his stomach next to me. I kept my eyes on him as he lifted his hand and placed it on my back. "What's wrong, Bae? You're kind of scaring me a little bit here."
"My lips are numb," I whispered.
His eyebrows scrunched together as he lifted his upper body up and used his elbows to support himself before running his fingers across my mouth. "You lips are numb?"
I closed my eyes. "I feel like I'm breathing too fast, but I don't feel out of breath."
"Bella?"
I opened my eyes and frowned when I met his worried ones. "Maybe I should call Pop?" he asked, running his fingers over my hand.
I shook my head.
"What can I do?" he asked.
"That," I whispered, looking down at his fingers as they caressed my palm. "It feels really good, keep doing it."
He gave me a small smile as he turned to his side, facing me. "Okay." Lifting his hand, he grabbed one of the pillows behind me and I let him place it under me as I closed my eyes, wrapping my fingers around his shirt as I used him as my equilibrium. I hummed, his fingertips feeling like heaven as they ran over the inside my arm.
I'm not sure of how much time passed by, but when his fingers paused their comfort, I opened my eyes. "What's wrong?" I whispered, raising an eyebrow at him as he glared something startling at me.
"You used."
I lowered my gaze and quickly moved my arm underneath my pillow as soon as I noticed the mark that was left from the needle. Pushing himself off of the bed, he growled. "You fucking used, Bella? Really!"
I groaned as I sat up. "Edward, lo—"
"Don't even try to fucking lie to me," he growled, brushing my hand away as I tried to grab a hold of his arm. "I can't believe this shit."
"Edward, I'm not going to do it again."
He laughed as he got out of bed. "You think?"
"Ed—"
"You know what, Bella?" he interrupted, running his fingers through his hair angrily as he turned around. "Save me the fucking bullshit."
He walked out and I grimaced as he slammed the door shut. "Fuck," I growled, jumping out of bed, running my hands down my face. "Shit!"
"You know what!" he yelled, kicking the door open and walking over to me. "I'm letting Emmett know about this bullshit."
"What?" I yelled. "No!"
He raised an eyebrow as he placed his arms across his chest. "Oh?"
"Edward, stop!" I hissed. "There's no need to stress hi—"
"Tough shit," he interrupted. "He could handle it."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Leave. It. Alone."
"Okay," he whispered with a sarcastic nod.
I pushed him with gritted teeth. "I'm not playing around, Edward."
"Who's playing around?" he sneered, grabbing onto my wrists with a tense jaw. I growled as he pushed me towards the bathroom. "Walk!"
"What are you doing?" I spat, trying to get out of his grip.
"You're about to get sick again. Go into the fucking bathroom!"
"I'm fine, get off of me!"
"Trust me, you're not."
I rolled my eyes. "Christ, Edward, let me g—"
Oh…
God.
He rolled his eyes at me as his hands left my wrists and I ran into the bathroom before throwing myself against the toilet and doing exactly what he predicted.
When I heard him coming in, I lifted my head and he shook his own as he walked over to the counter and turned the sink on. Getting another towel, he ran it under the cool water before joining me on the floor.
"Thanks," I whispered, meeting his eyes as he placed it over my back.
"God, Bae. I care about you, don't you get that?" he asked, shaking his head. "You can't do this shit to me. I can't fucking…handle it."
"I know."
"No," he whispered, "I'm fucking serious. I really don't know ho—"
"Edward," I interrupted, "I know. I won't do it again."
He lowered his head after giving me a small nod as he ran one of his hands over the back of my neck, his other one over his forehead.
I looked away, shame running through my blood, over dominating the drug that caused that shame.
I know that this shit hurts him.
It's the one thing that he absolutely despised.
If we weren't as close as we were…
He would have walked away without a second thought.
Previous week:
"My mom, she uh…shot herself. In front of me," he whispered.
I met his eyes as I lifted my head. "Wow."
He nodded as his gaze went over my head. "And, I just stood there."
I lifted my hand from his chest and took a hold of his, extracting the grip that he had over my hip. Bringing our union out from under the blanket, I interlaced our fingers together. "What were you thinking about?"
He shrugged as his eyes met mine, his thumb running itself over my knuckles. "It felt like my whole world disappeared, but…at the same time, that world got better because of this weight that fell off of my shoulders."
"What do you mean?" I whispered.
"I took care of my mom when she was messed up. I felt like I couldn't breathe," he whispered, rolling his eyes at himself. He looked down at our hands and his jaw tensed. "I woke her up, showered her, dressed her, fed her, put her to sleep. Repeated the cycle the next morning."
"You we're nine years old."
He hummed.
I lifted my head after a couple of seconds and he moved his own back before I placed mine on his pillow, the distance that existed between us not wanted. "I'm sorry that you went through that."
He shook his head, dismissing my apology. "I remember before that shit started, when I was younger…how she woke up every morning," he whispered with a small grin, "always in some ill goddamn mood."
I raised an eyebrow. "You liked that?"
He nodded. "She was always cranky. I would hear her complaining in the kitchen whenever I walked down the stairs." I smiled as he shook his head with a soft laugh. "As soon as I would walk in there, I would look up at her, trying to hide my amusement, seeing her hair all over the place."
"That sounds kind of familiar," I teased, running my fingers through his hair. He grinned as he placed his hand over mine and lowered it before interlacing our fingers and placing our hands over my hip.
"She would always give me that look, mumbling something about me being Carlisle's son and that stupid lethal smirk of ours." He snorted, closing his eyes. "I'll never forget it."
"You and your goddamn smirk," I mumbled.
He shrugged. "I can't help the shit."
I rolled my eyes before closing them. "Tell me more."
"I don't really remember a lot of what was good. It was just—I don't know, certain shit that she would do that stuck with me."
"Like what?" I whispered.
"It's retarded," he mumbled.
I opened my eyes and ran my knuckles over his jaw before he opened his own. "Tell me," I whispered.
"Yeah. Alright."
I waited patiently, letting him start when he desired to do so.
"She used to run her fingers right here," he whispered as he let go of my hand over my hip, lifting it over my face. I closed my eyes and he ran his thumb over the skin in between my eyebrows, so weightless and soothing. "Whenever I couldn't sleep, she would do that."
I grinned as I opened my eyes. "What else?"
He grabbed a hold of my hand again and shook it out until I opened it.
"She used to take my hand in hers and spread my fingers apart, comparing our length as she pressed our palms together."
I smiled as my fingertips reached the middle of his. He grinned as he interlaced our fingers together and brought our hands in between us.
"I remember once, when I was pretending to be asleep," he continued, "I could have sworn that she mumbled something about my eyelashes being too long as he fingers ran over my eyelids."
"It's not fair," I complained.
He laughed before he shook his head. "So…it's pretty sad, yeah? All I remember are her fingers. The exact feeling of their texture and the length, I could recognize immediately."
"No," I argued, shaking my head. "I don't think that it's sad. My mom? I remember how bright she was." I smiled as he grinned. "Christ, man. The woman glowed. All the time."
"What about you Pop?" he whispered.
I snorted. "His laugh. Oh God, I'll never forget his laugh."
He pursed his lips. "Imitate it."
Leaning back some, I narrowed my eyes at him. "No way," I laughed.
"Come on, Bae. Do it," he whispered with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at him and he raised an eyebrow at me. "Bring it."
I took in a deep breath and quickly let it out, along with some noise…
Periodically.
Damnit. It sounded like a goddamn muffler breaking down.
I narrowed my eyes at his pursed lips. "What's so funny?"
"That was horrible," he squeaked, his chest practically shaking.
"Shut up!" I groaned, laughing at the same time.
"Oh man," he whispered with a loud laugh, closing his eyes. "That was fucking incredible."
I slapped his mouth as I closed my eyes, relaxing into the pillow. It remained silent as memories passed through us, sometimes making one of us laugh, and at other times, making one of us tense up.
I opened my eyes when I felt his thumb run over my bottom lip.
He gave me a small smile before slowly lifting his head from the pillow. Leaning over me, he pressed his lips against mine, so soft and barely there. Placing his forehead over mine, his lips left mine and I inhaled something shaky when I felt the back of his tongue as he ran it over his lips.
When he went to close the gap again, my hand over the front of his neck pushed him back some. "Is something wrong?" he whispered.
"What happened that night?"
Laying his head back down onto the pillow, he avoided my eyes.
"What night?"
I frowned as I ran my eyes over his features. "Edward, you know what night I'm talking about."
He rolled his eyes as he turned onto his back.
"Please let me in," I begged, running my hand over his naked chest before turning him back to his side. "Please."
"She pointed the gun at me and I kept my eyes on her. I wasn't crying or anything, I was just staring at her." He shook his head, lowering it. "She was begging and nagging me for the shit and I wouldn't give it to her. I told myself that whatever she did, I wouldn't give in…that it was over." He met my eyes again as he placed his hand over his shoulder. "She pulled the trigger, shooting me right here." I laid my fingers over his. "She lifted the gun, opened her mouth, and pulled the trigger."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that," he whispered.
I pulled his hand away from his shoulder when I felt it shaking a little bit and interlaced our fingers together. He closed his eyes as a supple groan left his lips and my own started welling up with tears.
"I'm sorry, Edward."
He shrugged, keeping his eyes closed. "It's not a big deal, Bella."
I lifted my head without a second thought and pressed my lips against his, not really enjoying the tense hum that left his mouth. Placing my fingers over the back of his neck, I pulled him closer to me.
"I'm sorry," I whispered against his mouth as he leaned over mine.
He shook his head as he ran his hand down to my thigh, lifting my leg before placing it over his hip. "Stop telling me that you're sorry."
"But I am," I argued, his lips never leaving mine as I started running my free hand against his lower abdomen. "You didn't deserve it."
He leaned back, his eyes narrowed as he roughly ran his fingers up my thigh. When he shoved his hand under the fabric of my boxers, I licked my lips before biting down. "Stop apologizing," he whispered angrily.
"No," I whispered back, with the same intensity, running my hand over his boxers just as roughly. I returned his pissed off glare with my own as I lowered the fabric. "You need to shut up and let me apol—"
He interrupted me as he pressed his lips against mine, aggressively. I moaned as his hard body rolled on top of my soft one, his long fingers over my wrists pressing them against the mattress above my head.
"Is this what you want, Bella?" he growled against my mouth, biting the shit out of my top lip before he rolled his hips into mine. A sharp inhale left my chest as I wrapped my thighs around his waist and he groaned, tormented by his thoughts with his forehead against mine.
"Take it out on me," I breathed. "You're always soft with me, Edward."
"Trust me," he groaned, moving his mouth to my neck, breathing harshly against the skin there. "You don't want me to give you an ounce of what I'm feeling right now."
"I do," I whispered, tightening my thighs around him. "Go ahead."
He shook his head as he pushed himself off of me, but I grabbed a hold of his shoulders and followed, straddling him. His chest rumbled underneath my own as he placed his arm over his eyes. "Fuck, Bae. You're killing me here."
I stood up and lowered my boxers before kicking them off to the side, along with my boy shorts. His arm lowered and his eyes opened when I lowered myself back down. He shook his head at me, but I ignored him as I wrapped my fingers around the hardness that was beneath my wetness.
"What are you do—Jesus Christ," he groaned, his hands over my hips gripping the skin there as I lowered myself, inch my slow inch. When everything was in, literally, he stilled me, and I grinned. "What did I tell you about that shit, Bae?" he growled, narrowing his eyes at me.
Placing my hands on the pillow by either sides of his head, I snorted.
"Let me move, Edward."
He closed his eyes as I slowly rolled my hips into him, his fingers finding mine and interlacing them together as he exhaled.
He was too tense under me, and I knew the reason for it was because he blamed himself for what went down that night.
I didn't like it.
Lowering my upper body down to his, I bit onto his top lip and he kept his eyes shut as he licked the area afterwards. "I'm sorry," I breathed.
His jaw tightened and I lifted my ass some, knowing what was coming next. His eyes met mine as he quickly lifted his hips, only offering me one hard thrust.
"You didn't deserve that shit," I whispered, placing my forehead over his to feel the heavy exhale hit my mouth as his fingers around mine tightened their grip. "You deserved more."
He growled, something woo—the fuck—hoo, before flipping us over.
Now that's what I'm talking abo—
"Stop," thrust, "fucking," thrust thrust, "apologizing," he finished his annoyance with a slam, causing my mouth to drop the fuck open.
Christ.
He placed his forehead against mine, rolling his hips into me slowly as he breathed into my open mouth, trying to control himself.
"Do it again, Edward. Shit—do it again."
He groaned as his hands went to the headboard. Looking down at me, he continued moving, all controlled and calm like, a complete opposite of what was really going on inside of him. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't," I whispered, shaking my head as I placed my hands over his hips. "God, you won't, do it again, please."
He cursed as his eyes closed. "You're fucking driving me crazy."
Lifting my arms, I wrapped my fingers around his wrists as he held on. "Do it," I whispered, repeating myself as I ran my thumbs against his skin. "Come on, Edward."
He growled, deep in his chest, before he picked up speed. I moaned as I heard the sounds of his slick body slapping against mine, driving me absolutely crazy. I tightened my fingers around his wrists, closing my eyes. "Yes, just like that."
"Right there?" he exhaled, hitting exactly right there.
"Harder," I plead, opening my eyes as I dug my nails into his skin.
His eyes opened with a ferocious sound escaping his throat as he met the area where we were connected. "Like that?" he hissed, slamming into me so hard and yippidy-do-dah that my head hit the headboard above me.
I opened my eyes and looked around me.
Just making goddamn sure.
Copy on the bed still standing on its feet.
Christ. Jesus.
Whoa, I definitely said that backwards.
Any-who.
I looked up at him and smirked. "Just like that," I whispered, running my hands up his forearms.
Placing his forehead against his shoulder, he closed his eyes and groaned as he slowed down his movements. "I'm gonna cum…"
"Then cum," I whispered, moving my hips with him.
His eyes opened a second later with a mumbled "Christ" leaving his lips as he watched our bodies moving with one another. Licking his mouth, he met my gaze and stilled. I lifted my hips and continued moving against him when I felt him swell inside me before spilling.
He lowered his hands after a few seconds and placed his fingers over my lower abdomen as he pushed my hips down, making himself slip out of me with a low hiss. Laying his body on top of mine, he placed his forehead against my neck and gave the skin there a quick open mouthed kiss. "You didn't cum."
I rolled my eyes as I ran my fingers down his back. "No worries. That was about you," I whispered.
Placing his elbows against the pillow under my head, he lifted his own.
"But, I want you t—"
"Calm yourself," I interrupted with a lazy grin before kissing his chin.
He narrowed his eyes at me. "No, Bella. It's a big deal for me."
"There's been times when I finished and you haven't," I argued.
He rolled his eyes at me before he lowered his forehead against my neck again. "That's different."
"How so?"
"It just is," he mumbled against my skin with a smirk.
I snorted. "Great argument, Edward. Really, go to law school with that shit. I bet that you don't even have to apply. They would be stupid for not accepting you based on your thesis."
He laughed as he met my eyes again. "Did I hurt you?" he whispered, running his thumb against my top lip.
"Hell no," I replied with a huff before biting into his finger.
He rolled off of my body with a groan. "You're unbelievable."
I grinned as I turned my head to the side, looking at him. "Aren't I?"
"Bella Swan, the smart ass," he retorted, shaking his head.
I shrugged as I closed my eyes, pulling the blanket over my hips. "Good night," I whispered, and then snorted, "Punisher."
He smacked my stomach and I grinned before he tugged the blanket up over my shoulders. "Ni—hey, wait."
I opened my eyes and turned my head. "Yeah?"
"Than—"
"Unnecessary," I interrupted as I closed my eyes again, relaxing into the mattress. "As a matter of fact, I should be the one thanking you."
I heard his soft snicker and joined in with my own.
"You're such a fucking nerd," he accused, placing his legs over mine.
"You're suck a fucking nerd," I mocked him, kicking his legs off and placing my own over his. "And I'm the goddamn mountain tonight."
Present time:
I lifted my hand and grabbed his chin, turning his face in my direction.
"I promise you, Edward. I won't touch the shit again."
He gave me a small smile as he placed his hands over mine.
"Alright. I trust you."
Hopefully it wasn't confusing =/
It flows until the past time...when they did the dirty =)
The ending...where it say's present time...goes back to when they we're in the bathroom...before the romp.
Anywho...
Tuesday afternoon, I'm going to work on the epilogue...for this part of the story.
Yeah?
No?
Okay.
Until next time! Leave me your thoughts!