Why Edward? Why?
Chapter 5: Smug
When we got home, I decided that I'd cook dinner.
I hadn't actually cooked a meal properly since the day of the bad test results coming back.
I decided that as Spaghetti Bolognese was Edward's favourite - then Spaghetti Bolognese it was. I got changed as well. Edward had locked himself away in his study and seeing as this was meant to be a relaxing night, I'd dress relaxed and alluring.
But there again, he calls me beautiful all the time.
I changed out of my jeans and black t-shirt and changed into another item I'd bought this afternoon.
When Edward had been busy buying suits, leaving me to do my business in the underwear bit, I'd spotted a dark midnight blue nightdress.
It went down to my thighs and was low cut. I knew how his favourite colour on me sent him crazy so I wrapped myself up in my cream dressing grown.
It was half past nine, when I called Edward for dinner. I had my back turned, working at the stove - trying not to drop the very very hot plate while splashing the Bolognese sauce onto his plate.
I grated his parmesan cheese onto for him as always and served it to him. I grabbed mine, turned the cooker off and sat down with him.
"You seemed to have relaxed" he noted, taking a bite and sauce dripping off his chin.
"God, Edward - that was the first bite and already you acting like a five-year old!" I mock scolded.
He grinned, taking my answer as a 'yes'. We were quiet for a few more minutes, until both of our plates were empty. I picked his and mine up and took them to the sink.
Edward put down his glass. "Would you care for more wine, Mr. Cullen?" I asked seductively.
"Yes dear." He winked.
I poured his wine and refilled mine as well. Was this a good way to start things off?
By getting pissed out of our heads? I didn't think having alcohol in my system was a good idea. I stopped pouring mine and put the wine bottle down.
Maybe not, I thought. Edward didn't notice, gulping down his wine and smiling at me.
"How pissed are you?" I asked. He shrugged. "Urmm, I've only had two glasses. Not much." I nodded. Ok, not too drunk then. Was my plan such a good idea after all?
No, I remembered, I was gunna get fucking stick to it. Just because we may have Chlamydia didn't mean I was to halt our sex life. Thankfully - Edward started.
"Is there desert?" he asked.
I smiled slyly back at him. "Well...there was going to be desert, only I'm not too sure what to get you. I was going to get you a nice richly, creamy cheesecake with clotted cream..."
I paused for dramatic effect. He seemed to be listening carefully. I got up and walked behind him.
I leant down and whispered into his ear "...but then I knew what you prefer best for desert." and I leaned down and kissed him.
He responded quickly and held me there, leaning over his head and his lips pressed against mine.
I pulled away and walked, waggling my hips slightly and dropped my dressing gown. It fell to the ground and I could have sworn I heard his mouth pop. I turned round to see his eyes drop open.
I then started to stalk forward towards him and ran my fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes. I let go of him and walked quickly and quietly away, towards the bedroom.
He caught me from behind, so I ended up in his arms. "..But you know I'd prefer my wife than any other desert, don't you?" he whispered, the sparkle in his eyes.
I nodded and closed my eyes as he bent his head and seemed to sooth me again, his lips doing all their talking. He carried me to the bedroom, lowering me quickly to the bed, still kissing fiercely.
I grabbed his shirt, unbuttoned it quickly and threw it off him.
I was greeted by the sight of his muscular chest. I pulled my finger sin and out of his lines on his heaving chest, outlining all his six-pack. I slid my finger down so it tugged at his jeans. From then on, we knew what to do.
I woke up the next morning, still entwined round Edward's sleeping form.
I brushed my hair out of my face. Last night had been a good night, not the sex part but the way, I'd felt. I'd had a plan, kept to the plan and carried it through perfectly.
I heard Edward move in the bedcovers next to me. I twisted my head back and met his shinning emerald eyes. He moved his arms closely around me, making his hold on me tighter.
"You realise you have the world's smuggest grin all over you r face, y'know that?" he muttered, blushing slightly - a rare thing for him.
I grinned wider. "Yeeah!" I said, acting like a 4-year old. He kissed my forehead. "That's the longest time you've ad a grin on your face, recently Bella. It's nice."
I snuggled my head into his head. "Yeah" I breathed out, not being childish. "But that'll go; I won't be surprised if I had Chlamydia if I was honest. I can't think of what else. I don't get why the doctor's didn't tell us at first."
He thought for a moment "They don't know. They are as clueless as we are until they have samples to test. They should be done today. Today is the 15th day." I shuddered. I had to face it soon. He pulled me close and we were silent.
Ring! Ring! Ring!
The bedside table phone rang, making me jump. I reached out to get it and then stopped. Edward sensed how I was feeling. He reached out instead and answered the phone. I waited nervously as Edward spoke calmly into the phone.
"Yes, I wouldn't want to be told the results over the phone Dr. Irina."
*pause*
"Ok then, half eleven. See you then." and he hung up the phone, plopping it back into the handset.
"The results are in?" I whispered, daring not to move. He nodded, clutching me tighter. "The results are in" he confirmed. Shit.