Okay, everyone must be super pissed, but I rarely get time to update. My schedule demands my full attention. I'm so busy lately! Anyway, here's the next chapter, I have a bit of a writer's block, but I'm trying! To tide you over, I've started two other fanfics: "MaGiC hOuRs" and "The Prisoner's Daughter". Prisoner's daughter is a HP fanfic. It's about Cedric and my own character, Olivia Black. MaGiC hOuRs is twilight, Edward is a the school loser and is bullied quite cruelly until Bella moves in to save him. Anyways you should check them out.
On another note, I need some serious help with this story! I'm stuck with not knowing what to do. And I don't want to let you down.
Anyways, here's the next chapter
EDWARD
"I am not letting go of this wall."
"Bella, it's easy, I'll hold your hand, come on."
Bella had a death grip on the plexi glass that circled to ice rink. Wyatt and I were beside her, trying to coax her to come away from the wall. But she flat out refused.
"I promise I wont let you fall."
"Yeah, we'll both hold your hand, right Daddy?" Wyatt interjected.
"Why is it that a four year old can ice skate and a twenty-one year old can't?" she asked.
"You can, come here." I reached out to take her hand and she wobbled a bit. "Okay, slowly let go of the wall." She flexed her fingers and held her breath, her eyes squeezed tightly. I bit my cheek to not laugh. Wyatt came to her other side and grasped her other hand.
"Now was that so hard?" he asked. His expression caused Bella and I to snicker.
Slowly we went around the rink a few times before we were all shivering. I bought us all some hot chocolate and brownies they sold just outside the rink.
"That was the first time I had ever skated, thanks."
I blinked. "Not even rollerblading?"
She shook her head.
"Well it was an honor. And to celebrate, what store to visit, Wyatt?"
His eyes widened profusely and he grinned. "THE DISNEY STORE!"
Bella and I burst with laughter.
Soon we were surrounded by the bright, colorful characters that had been created by Walt himself.
"What was your favorite one?" Bella asked.
"Fantasia, hands down. Yours?"
"Peter Pan."
"Reasons why?"
"The lost boys. They were so cute! Plus I had a crush on Peter…" she mumbled the last part, her cheeks blazing brilliant red. "Why is Fantasia your favorite?"
"How it told so many stories with only music."
"So deep," she poked, laughing.
Wyatt was giggling, running to the large mountain of stuffed Disney characters.
"Do you want kids?" I asked, the question just slipped out.
Bella froze. "Yes. But I don't know when. I don't think I'd make a good mother, taking care of Kilo is easy most of the time. I know it's not the same, but…" She trailed off nervously.
"I think you'd be a wonderful mother. You're really good with Wyatt." I told her honestly. It was the truth.
In the past month she had helped so much with Wyatt on the weekends. Making sure he took a bath, reading to him before bed. She was a natural. I so longed for her to be the mother to my children.
We went to some other stores around the mall, The Gap, Build A Bear and F.Y.E.
Bella surprised me there. She grabbed many CD's. Bob Dylan, Van Morrison, Kings of Leon and Blue Foundation.
Finally we stopped at a food market for one of my favorite recipes. Chicken and spinach alfredo.
Once Wyatt was in bed, I poured Bella and I a glass of white wine. She had put in the Bob Dylan CD. "Blowin' in the Wind" was softly playing.
We sat between the couch and the coffee table, just enjoying the music. Her eyes were closed, head slightly bobbing.
I set down my glass and gently took her face in my hands. "I love you…" Bella searched my eyes, knowing I told the truth. "How am I this lucky? That I found you?" she asked.
"I'm the lucky one." Her expression said otherwise.
I placed feathered kisses all over her face, leaving her lips for last. The kiss was slow, sensual. Nothing rushed or needy. My hands ghosted down her throat to the hem of her shirt.
Unhurried, I pulled it over her had before taking her lips again. She copied my motions. We continued the act until we were bare…
I laid her back on the floor, cradling her head. There was no frenzied lust tonight. I kissed up and down her entire torso, lingering on her hips.
With one last tender kiss I pulled back to brace my weight, putting my hands on either side of her face. Softly I pushed into her warm flesh, letting her heat caress my sensitive skin.
I lowered my head to capture her lips, keeping my steady force gentle and slow.
She gasped when our hips brushed against each other. The measured movements were a sensory overload. I could hear her every breath, feel her every quiver. The smell of her shampoo on her hair. See every twitch in her expressions. Taste the bitter sweetness of her skin.
It was like I was only a breath away from reaching her thoughts. Skimming the edges of her mind.
I forced to keep my eyes open to watch this angel come unraveled beneath me. Her back arched ceremoniously as she reached rapture. She opened her eyes, waiting for my own physical paradise.
My body shuddered, on edge of falling into an ocean of Eden.
We stayed like that for the longest time, my arms shaking from holding me above her.
I pulled her up to sit in my lap. She wrapped her arms around me, placing whispered kisses on my shoulder.
I'd never felt this… Never felt so close to her in our intimate moments. Something had changed. My gut fluttered at my realization.
I've found her. The One. My true half…
BELLA
Wow… It was like an uninterrupted euphoria. Like I was never going to fall from the blissful high.
I was right. Edward was a god, no man could bring me this phenomenon that brought me closer to him.
What happened was so different. I felt everything. It was difficult to explain the new level of feeling I had for him…
TWO MONTHS LATER
"The last box," Edward sad with a smile. He set it down on the coffee table and came over to pull me into his side.
I was officially living with Edward Cullen.
Kilo was snoring quietly on the couch, we followed his idea, both needing rest.
But not before my stomach growled. Edward laughed and opted to fix us a chicken club sandwich. I moaned at the name.
I almost shoved the entire thing into my mouth. On my last bite I scrunched up my nose. It felt like I was swallowing acid, or bleach. My nose burned, smelling something rancid.
Edward gave me a concerned look.
I darted to the kitchen sink. After emptying my stomach, I washed out my mouth.
He was by my side, putting his hand to my forehead.
"Are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah, maybe the chicken was spoiled, it tasted horrible. Maybe I should eat some crackers."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
Okay, I hinted at something that will make you see what's happening before the whole bad chicken thing…
R&R please!
Luna
