A/N: Hello readers! I added some background info about the title of this story to my profile, to feel free to read it. Thx to my lovely Beta, DancinAlways416, and avid supporter of my boyfriend (in my world), Jacob Black. Enjoy chapter 3, and please don't forget to review! I need my encouragement!!! XoxoX,
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CPOV
Curses. I only have two options now, and there's no one to blame but my damn self. Either: wear one dress sock and one of Bella's baby socks, which are the only two left in my drawer, or ask her if she 'happened to throw in' a load in my absence. I know, I know! It's my week for laundry…and Bells always comes through on her side of our bargains. She's the best kid a father could ask for: trustworthy, honest, brilliant, sweet, caring… (Boy, do I owe her… I should let her stay out past curfew one night this week)…the only downside to any of the choices she's made would be her decision to stay with that Cullen boy. After what he did to her, I ought to have kill—socks Charlie…and scratch the late curfew business, (unless she hangs out with Alice). Okay. I'll say, Bells….uh…did you happen to wash any of my socks? On her week off? Yeah, right. Its time to face the music, old boy…
BPOV
What am I doing, what am I doing? For someone who's as accident prone as I am this…rescue attempt is bound to end baldly. My dad taking forever upstairs is not helping to calm my nerves one bit. In all honesty, I don't think it has ever taken Charlie this long to get out of the house after an emergency call from the station. It would be beneficial for the both of us if he wasn't such a procrastinator. We usually switch on laundry duty per week, but my dad has been putting it off. If I know him, he probably can't find any socks. They are in the load I washed last night, but I'm sure he hasn't even gone into the laundry room.
The familiar sound of his set of keys colliding with his thigh brought me back to reality, as I attempted to search franticly around the kitchen for something to cover the evidence with. As Charlie rounded the corner, I managed to pile various dishes and hand towels on the counter, creating an unsuspecting mound. I could feel the cold radiating from the covered vegetables, and was sure he could too, which had my heart beat skyrocketing. Due to his facial expression, I speculate that he thought I was doing laundry. If I wasn't adorning a similar look, I would have laughed at his "cat who ate the canary" expression he was sporting. We were caught.
CPOV
"DAD! Someone could be dying! Can I help you get outta here?" Bells asked, with a wary expression on her face. I watched her give me a once-over, and immediately register what I needed. She gave me the look Renee always gave me when she realized she had to pick up my slack. With pursed lips and chastising eyes she stormed into and out of the laundry room off the kitchen with a pair of navy blue socks for me to wear with my uniform. She handed them to me, took hold of me and proceeded to push me out the front door.
"Bells! I haven't put my shoes on ye—!"
"You don't need them to drive. Put on the siren while you're driving too! See ya in the morning dad!" she ordered in one hurried, impatient breath. She shut and locked the door behind me, leaving me with the night.
EPOV
After the confrontation with Charlie, Bella rushed back into the kitchen, throwing the dishtowels to wherever they fell, and snatching up the bag of horrid vegetables. I watched as she rested her back against the refrigerator door and slowly slid down to the floor, granting me a front row pass to her private show. Little did I know, I wasn't ready for what I saw, and yet I was surprised and aroused by the lengths to which Bella would go to satisfy her needs when I couldn't. She unsheathed what I realized to be a cylindrical silver object with a rounded tip from the frozen bag of Brussels sprouts. At that point I was in a state of denial, thinking things like 'No, not my sweet Bella…that's a …not a…nah!"
Intrigued, I watched looks of suspicion, wariness, and then determination pass across her face as she marveled at the object clasped between her tiny hands. Bella closed her eyes, sighing in resignation, as she leaned her head back in preparation.
The spring wind blew a slight breeze through the house in my direction, and bringing with it the sweet scent I noticed earlier while Bella was cooking. I leaned toward the window as I inhaled the air, thick with her blood, arousal and anticipation.
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