Yea, yea, yea... I know, I haven't updated in a while, but you guys know me... I rarely update on a time table. I keep swearing to myself that the next chapter update would be the day I get internet and tv at home... sadly, that doesn't seem to happen. So, here it is, yet another installment of a story that should be slowly wrapping up and you guys will be happy to hear that I have started another story, but I won't post it until I am happy iwth it, so it may be awhile until it get's posted. I also think I am going to go back to several other stories and revisit and see if I can get a story line for both Teen Mom and the Agent series that I can enjoy and can write to the fullest. As always, enjoy and Happy Holidays!
"A date?" Rosalie asked. "Really, you guys are how fucking far into a relationship and he just now asks you out on a date?"
"He said and I quote that he just wanted to chalk this up to a failed experiment. I can't do that, not for my little girl, she deserves two parents who love her. Who love each other."
"Oh, my, God, you love him? You slut," Rosalie said flabbergasted. "I can't believe you fell in love with him."
"I know, I know, I don't know what happened," I defended as Angela and Ben plopped down at our table. "I mean, maybe that fourteen year old crush never went away, maybe the spark was still there for me. He doesn't feel the same way though."
"Who?" Heather asked as she set down. Her blond hair pulled back in a ponytail and she was in her cheerleading outfit.
"Didn't you have black hair yesterday?" Ben asked, looking at her, his head cocked to figure his dilemma out.
"Yeah, yeah," Heather said. "Bella, have you fallen in love with the baby daddy?"
Okay, so I thought I had my emotions under control, but apparently my blush decided otherwise and I felt my face go beet red and I leaned my head forward, causing my hair to create a curtain between me and the rest of the table.
"Anyways," Rosalie said. "Yes, she does and they are going on a date."
"Who wouldn't want to date him, he's yummy," Heather laughed and that did it, I laughed, if I'd had milk in my mouth it would have shot strait across the table and into Angela's face.
"Jeez, Bells," Rosalie said. "Snort much."
"Not what you're thinking," I shot her a glance, but she was standing up and straitening her skirt, then she set back down.
"What? I needed to attract some attention."
I laughed again and soon my friends got lost in the gossip that was going around school and surprisingly, it wasn't about certain teacher and student, nor about the other student and football coach that was hooking up.
Lunch ended and we swiftly, well, in my case waddled, out of the cafeteria and Ben and I headed to College English, where we were studying poems about fear.
Apparently there were all types of fear, from the basic fears, such as a fear of certain animals to fear about insane things like feet, to fears of the afterlife and what dying would really be like.
I hadn't realized how there was a fear about seriously everything, but while we talked my thoughts wondered, not to my first date with Edward, but to my own fears. I had quite a few I hadn't even realized.
I feared for the safety of my unborn child, I feared for the rocky relationship that Edward and I had and how it would affect Charlie, I feared that Charlie, my father had been buried alive, but I knew that wasn't true, that was just a fear about everybody had, to be buried alive is one of the biggest fears in the world. Mostly, I feared about the familiarity of this town.
I feared that I would be stuck here for the rest of my life, I knew that making drastic moves would be insane with my daughter being a factor in my life, but moving to Seattle was permissible, but I had to also think about Edward, he loved teaching here, he didn't get any crap from students, teachers, the townies, over being the father to my baby. I'd be afraid of leaving here at least for the next few years and having our age thing be a problem.
I'd never be any older than six years younger my husband, it just couldn't happen, they had yet to invent a time machine to help in that area, so I'm still six years my husbands junior, but after twenty, it wouldn't matter as much, my own parents had seven years between them.
"So for your homework," the teacher said to the groans of the entire classroom. "You will write twenty-five hundred word paper on your biggest fear, I know it seems like a lot, but really dig deep, if you have two big fears that seem nearly equal, incorporate both of them. I have seen some of your minds already turning even before I set the assignment so either you heard from a friend about it or you simply let your mind wander while we read. Due next Thursday!"
The bell rang and we headed out the door to our final class of the day, which for me was History with Jasper.
Surprisingly Jasper wasn't completely in the zone today and I had to wonder what was going on. I set in the back of class and worked on my fear assignment, I wrote out a list of my top fears and tried to narrow it down to just one or two, two that would be easy to write about, than I realized I should go with the one that maybe nobody would even notice, one that scared all of us, yet we never realized that it was a fear.
I am not a person who outlines papers and who starts working on them the day they are assigned unless they are due the next day, which this one wasn't, but yet, I felt compelled to work on it, I felt like I wanted a good grade, I really wanted to think outside the box on this one, it was one that I felt that I could do really well at since my biggest fear was a common thing.
I rushed home that night, and started doing research, checking Google Scholar for any articles that would help with the reference part, because I knew that the teacher wanted references even though it was a paper on us. I studied late into the night, my laptop on my bed in the nursery so I wouldn't disrupt Edward while working on the paper.
I started to fall asleep at the computer, while I was stretched out on the twin bed, the computer balanced carefully on my stomach, every once and a while, the baby would kick hard enough that the computer would shake, but I'd just keep on writing. I was in the zone.
"Babe," Edward said, late that night. "Come to bed, you can't write all day and night. You can't skip school again."
"Hush," I muttered as my fingers clicked away at the letters on the keyboard.
He came over and hit the save button and shut my laptop lid, shutting it down.
"Bed," he whispered in my ear.
With that being said, he picked me up and carried me to bed, I giggled the whole way.
It pretty much went that way all week, I'd stay up late and he'd carry me to bed as I started falling asleep over my computer. If this had been a montage of the week, there would have been a very upbeat song behind it.
Friday came and I went to find my laptop, it wasn't where I'd left it this morning, I started hunting for it, when I went to our room, I found a dress on the bed with a note.
No working tonight. Get dressed and be downstairs in twenty. ~E
I quickly dressed and got ready, heading downstairs, to find Edward sitting in the chair, watching Sports Center. He was in black slacks and a black button up, making him look dangerously hot, making my lady parts drool, even though I was now at the stage that I couldn't have sex.
"Hi," I smiled. I batted my eyes at him. "I'm looking for my husband, but all I find is this simply sexy man sitting in his chair."
"Yea, he told me to take you out for a night, he said to treat you right or he'd kill me, he sounds like he really cares about you," Edward said, leaning down and I wondered if this would be our first real kiss, not one to seal a contract. He pecked my cheek instead. "Now, come on, I am supposed to take you out for a wonderful night."
I smiled as he grabbed my hand and we headed out into the twilight.
We ended up at Bella Italia in Port Angeles, the same place where we'd come after our court house ceremony. Edward kept his hand on my lower back, sending chills up my spin, as we entered the restaurant.
The host smiled at me as he lead us to the table, where he informed us of the specials and took our drinks.
I started salivating over the Chicken Parmesan the second I saw the picture and I quickly decided on that.
Our waters were handed to us by a frumpy teenage waitress, who was busy making googly eyes at my husband, but he was busy playing footsy with me, I smiled as we ordered our food and then she was gone.
"So, what are you into?" Edward asked, typical first date question.
"I play the violin, I'm the first chair," I smiled. "Are you into any music?"
"Yea, I play the piano and teach at Forks High, I teach all the music classes."
The conversation flowed smoothly and it didn't feel like a first date as we talked, we were comfortable with each other, how could we not be, we'd known each other for eighteen years.
The food came and I must admit I chowed down on it, Edward laughed as he picked at his, he watched me and I hoped this was a good thing, that maybe he was already rethinking the annulment.
"How's your paper or whatever you've been writing coming along?"
"Great," I smiled between bites. The only good thing about being married already was I could be a pig and he couldn't hate me for it.
We finished our meals, surprisingly at the same time and we paid the tab and headed out into the chilly evening.
"I thought we'd do a movie, but I don't think I can keep my hands good for that long," Edward looked at me and I looked into his eyes, they were different, there was lust but something else, a possessive something. Something that said 'Mine'.
I took his hand as we went to the car and got in.
"The thing is," I smiled. "You have to keep your hands off me, I'm in the point that we can't have sex."
"Just sex, I have other things planned for my horny wife," Edward smirked his crooked smile at me. "Let's move this date home, please."
I nodded and we drove the hour home, pulling his car in behind my truck and helping me out and up to the door, where he stalled.
"Would you like to come in?" I asked, I was getting cold and being pregnant and cold made me irritable.
"Actually, I'd like to kiss you," Edward whispered just as his lips descended, his hands on my cheeks.
His lips captured my bottom and played with it, his tongue asking for entrance, but I refused.
"Can we please continue this inside, Mr. Cullen?"
"Sure, Mrs. Cullen," Edward laughed and picked me up and carried me over the threshold.
As soon as he set me down, I was stripping out my coat and his lips were back on mine, he backed me up to the leather couch and pushed me down.
"New memories," he muttered and I smiled as we proceeded to make new memories on the couch that had nearly destroyed whatever chance we could have had before we even happened.