Hey guys. I hope you guys had a happy Halloween. :)This here's the epilogue. Sorry I'm a day late, but I couldn't do anything on line because I was busy with Halloween stuff. But this is the end of Sweet Success.
Of course, there will probably be an outtakes story, and possibly a sequel, because I think I really left it off at a good place to create a sequel. And besides, now I have no other story to let out my dirty, sexual frustrations.
Uh, yeah. I guess I'll put a poll up for that. As for the meantime, I need to finish my other story, Living What I Hope is Not a Dream, and get all of my other stories back on track. If you're reading them and wondering why I haven't updated, it's because I've been really busy lately, and I could only think about this story. So here's the last chapter, enjoy!
BPOV
I had never felt more accomplished than I do now. And mainly that was because my life had completely changed. It's so cliché to say, "If someone had told me that I would end up here in the future, then I would have told them to stop lying an go to hell", but it's completely true. From when I was twelve, I never thought I would do nasty drugs, have sex for money, get raped and kidnapped, but then again, I would have probably believed them. But if they would have told me that I would have found a man who treated me right and would give me everything I could possibly dream of, then that would have been the part where I would have told them to go to hell. I wasn't a princess, or some rich, fancy up-town girl, but someone normal. So I had more troubles than a seventeen/eighteen year old girl should have had, but in the end, everything came out right.
So right it was hilarious.
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The Baby's Birth
Edward walked me to class. I was feeling a little bit uneasy, and I was snapping at everyone. Even though I could see the hatred of the other students when Edward took care of any of my needs, or the annoyance, of my teachers, I just didn't fucking care about anything. Nothing mattered, except that I would get through this fucking school day, and live. I mostly bitched at the other students, because for some reason or another, they wanted to be in my way on this particular day. Of course I earned some glares and hate stares, but still, I wasn't in the mood for their whiny shit.
It was math class, and I was starting to get pains. I kept thinking, Not right now, not right now, but then, as the bell rang for class to start, my water broke, making a complete mess. I mean geeze. It was three weeks early.
I shoved Edward's shoulder, getting his attention, and then raised my hand.
"Yes, Bella," Mr. Banner said.
"Uh, my water broke," I said.
A panicked look came across his face, and Edward laughed, helping me out of my seat. I smiled as I followed him out of the classroom. It was something funny, I'll say.
We were stopped in the hallway for not having passes and being out of the classroom, but Edward just shrugged and said, "Well, if you want her to have a baby in the middle of the hallway, sure, why not."
The teacher looked alarmed and let us go out to the parking lot, where we got in the car, and Edward sped off to the hospital.
Edward held my hand and was serious the entire way there. He held my hand, not wincing once when I squeezed so hard I could have cut off his circulation. It was calming to know he was strong. If only it wasn't me that was having this baby. But I could handle it. I know I could.
"Bella, you okay?" he asked. His eyes looked concerned, even though he looked expressionless.
"Yeah, I'm just trying not to have a baby in your car, you know."
He smiled, and I smiled back.
"Chill out Edward, okay?"
He laughed. "Aren't I supposed to be saying that to you?"
"Yeah, well, having a kid doesn't seem to be so hard—oh, fuck," I said, leaning forward at the sudden impact of pain. "Fucking contractions," I grumbled. "How far are they?"
"Five and a half minutes," he said.
I breathed deeply, wanting to get this brat out of me.
We finally made it to the hospital, but by then, the contractions were already three minutes apart. It was almost time to have the baby.
We didn't know what it was yet. Since I detested pink, nothing of the baby was leaning toward any sex. So everything was yellow and green and blue, all unisex colors. And purple too. Alice claimed with all her heart that it was going to be a boy, but I made her keep all of the receipts to anything she bought.
In no time, I was set up in a room, doctors floundering around me, trying to keep me calm. And since the school was so fucking far from the hospital, there wasn't any more time, and I was going to have the baby soon. That meant that it would be a natural birth.
No. Drugs.
And this shit hurt like a bitch.
"Push Bella!" The doctor said to me.
I took a deep breath and screamed, squeezing Edward's hand with all my might. I didn't say anything only screamed, but I was pissed as fuck when the little bitch was still inside of me. Its head hadn't even come out yet.
"Okay Bella, I need a bigger push," the doctor said.
"I can't make them any fucking bigger," I growled at him. "If you want a bigger push, do it your fucking self." I could swear I saw Edward grin. And that for some reason calmed me some. But not a lot.
"One, two, three!" The doctor said, and I took a deep breath and pushed, the doctor saying that he could see the baby's head. Fucking finally. He counted again, and I gave another push, and then it was out. And I was crying and there was a baby crying and I just sat back and closed my eyes and breathed.
"Bella, Edward," the doctor said, "it's a . . ."
I had been anticipating this moment ever since I found out I was pregnant. Edward and I had decided on names for both sexes. Emylie Jillian if it was a girl and Christopher Lucas for a boy, obviously. And so when the doctor said, "It's a girl," I couldn't have been more happier.
They let me hold the baby for a second before taking her away to get her cleaned and do whatever they needed, like get the weight and size and all that jazz.
They tended to me too, since having a baby was a bloody mess.
After an while, I was stitched up and drowsy with painkillers, Edward sitting next to me.
"Emylie Jillian," he said.
"Yep," was my brilliant response. He smiled. I sighed and yawned.
He laughed. "You did great Bella," he said.
"I know, and this is really cheesy, but I couldn't have done it without you," I said softly.
"Well, duh, since it takes two to make a baby," he replied in that smart alec-y tone that I loved so much. I smiled at him and he smiled back at me.
Sooner than later, I was able to hold my little baby girl. She wasn't crying or anything, just making looking around at the room, at us, and I couldn't help but let my heart sing with joy. This was my baby. Mine and Edward's. And she was so beautiful. She had a little tuff of Edward's bronze hair on her head, bright green eyes to match, staring up at us. She had dimples, just like I did, and the heart shape of her face was mine too. Even her nose was just like mine.
And even better, she had my blush. And that made me blush. I looked up to Edward and he was smiling. I lifted her up to him, and he held her, awkwardly at first, not knowing where to put his big hands, but then he got the hang of it.
"I've never held a baby before," he whispered to me. I smiled.
"It shows," I teased.
He rolled his eyes. He bounced her very softly, sitting on the edge of the bed, and I smiled, just leaning back watching him with his new daughter.
"She's beautiful Bella," he said. "And I'm not just saying that because she's mine."
I smiled. "Well, Edward, in case you didn't know, you're kind of beautiful yourself," I said. "And I know I'm hot, so that makes for a perfect baby."
He laughed softly."You're beautiful Bella."
I grimaced. "Not right now I'm not."
"Yeah, you are. You're doing that glowing shit that everyone talks about. You're, like, radiant."
And even though I wasn't really in the mood to be called beautiful, I couldn't help just being a little happy that he was saying these things to me. I mean, Edward was not just the father of my baby, he was my soul mate. And cheesy as it is, I'm really glad I found him. I guess you could say he was my miracle.
And just like love, I hadn't believed in miracles either.
"So Emylie Jillian," he said.
"Yep. I think Emily will be pleased that we named our baby after her," I said.
"I think so too." Edward smiled at me, and I just leaned back, falling asleep. Having a baby was tiring. I was just glad she was in the world. And since Edward had more strength right then than I did, he could take care of her for the moment.
It was only a few days before I was out of the hospital, back into my bedroom. Since Edward wasn't the one who was pregnant, he had to go back to school. So he brought me back my home work and class work, explaining to me the things that I had missed the days before.
Emma was born on March 28, just before spring break. Esme looked after Emma in the days while Edward and I were at school, trying to graduate, and then Edward and I usually stayed over his house for a little while, until I was too tired and wanted to go back home. Sometimes he stayed over, sometimes he didn't.
And we shared Emma. Usually it was about every other night that I had her, except on weekends, where I demanded she be near me. Even though most babies were annoying and cried all through the night, Emma was one of those miracles that just slept. Which meant I slept, and that life was very good. She was so adorable. Such an angel. Never gave anyone, not even Esme, trouble about anything.
But the only thing that I disliked was that I couldn't have sex. At all. Not until I was completely healed, and the doctor gave us the okay to go ahead and finally do it.
And it was bad for both of us. After the first few weeks, I treated Edward to a lot of blow jobs. Too many to count. And then for me, I just masturbated.
I bet you wanted to hear that Edward pleased me into oblivion.
Nope. I was so disgusting and fat and hideous I wouldn't even try to be naked in front of him.
He was bothered by it, most of the time insulted that I would think of him so superficial as to be disgusted with my body. But I was, and it was horrible. I couldn't do it.
I exercised a lot. And I barley ate anything with sodium and carbs. I was losing weight, and that was good, because I had two and a half months to fit into my prom dress, a strapless, very tight, silky black dress that I had gotten over the summer with Alice the year before, before anything had happened to me.
Prom night was fun. But I was anxious to be away from Emma for so long, so Edward and I went to Prom, then we went to an after party. I didn't drink or smoke anything, because I was trying to be a better mother than my own. I wanted to be there for Emma. And Edward had done the same, wanting to be a good father, like his own.
So since that was the case, we were dubbed designated drivers.
Alice and Jasper were so wasted, so I drove them to Alice's, while Edward did the same with Emmett and Rosalie.
We met up afterwards at his house, where Emma was. Everything was quiet. We went into the kitchen, a note from Esme on the counter.
Emma fell asleep at eight, and if I'm not awake by the time you get home, she's in the room with me, it said.
I looked up Edward.
"Let's just leave her there," he said. "I want to sleep with you." He wrapped his arms around me, just holding me to him. I rested my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
"Good because I feel like I'm going to fall asleep standing."
Edward laughed and we went upstairs. We smelled like smoke, sweat, and god knows what else. So we took a shower, and I went back downstairs to make up some sandwiches and hot chocolate. But unlike when I had done it at Maggie's, he came down with me, and we ate in the kitchen.
"Tonight was fun," I said to him, after swallowing my food. He smiled.
"Yeah, it was." He pulled me close to him, and he kissed my forehead. "I love you Bella. I feel like I don't tell you enough."
"I love you too. And you do tell me. You tell me a lot." I giggled and leaned against him, craving his warmth. After that, we cleaned up, and went up stairs, just falling asleep.
Graduation was a busy season for Edward and me. Because we had to spend more time at school and rehearsal than we could with Emma, we were always tired and it was annoying. But then graduation happened and we weren't high school seniors anymore, but officially, college freshman, and adults in the world. And it was a little scary.
Edward had applied to a bunch of schools, including Dartmouth and Yale, whereas I was going to wait a year before I went off to college. I just wanted to be with Emma a lot more than I had been.
It took a while for James to sign the papers. He refused to do it for I don't know how many years, and still refused. And since he refused to sign them, I couldn't do anything about it. Lawyers could fight all they wanted to, but he was in prison, which didn't make anything any easier.
So I stayed married to James.
But I don't think Edward minded. We were still engaged to be married, it was just delayed a few years. And that was okay.
When Emma turned two, I began to hear from my mother. My father, apparently, told her that I had a daughter with Edward and that we were living in Seattle. She came to visit me.
"Isabella, you've put on weight," was the first thing she said when she walked in the door. Not even a hello.
"Thanks," I said flatly.
"So where is he?" she asked. She sat down on the sofa, not looking at me, but looking around. "I can see you make a good house wife."
It was not five seconds later when Edward came home, Alice tagging along with him.
I swear. She spent more time here than at her own apartment.
"Hey, Iz," he said when he walked through the door. He walked over, yanking me over to the kitchen when he saw my mother, and gave me a hug and a kiss and a white calla lily, just like every other day he came home. "How was your day?"
"It was okay. I had to take Emma to the doctor because she was coughing and crying all day. She's passed out in her room right now. At least she doesn't have a fever," I said. I ran my fingers through my hair.
He looked down at me, his face totally serious. "Do you want me to stay home and help you tomorrow?" he asked.
I shook my head. "No I'll be fine," I said. He smiled and kissed me again.
"Why is your mom here?" he asked.
"Don't know. She just asked about you, you know." I licked my lips and sighed.
"What has she said so far?"
"That I was fat and a good house wife."
"You're not fat, Bella," he said. I smiled.
"Thanks." I sighed. "Let's go before she thinks we're shooting up heroin or something."
Edward laughed and followed me to the living room.
"So, I can see you impregnated my daughter," Renee said to Edward.
Edward looked at me, trying to figure out a response. "Yes?"
"Well, that was the biggest mistake of your life. You aren't worthy enough for my daughter."
"Hey!" That was Alice. "Who gave you the goddamn right to come over here and start insulting Edward and Bella?" she said.
"And just who are you?" Renee asked standing up.
"I'm Emma's godmother," Alice said. "And I don't like you."
"I'm glad to say the feeling is mutual."
"Mom!" I said, almost yelling. "Get out!"
"Isab—"
"I said get out." I looked at her with a stern gaze.
"I just wanted to come and apologize for not believing you about James. And I'm sorry that I didn't prevent it." She looked down brushing her skirt of from imaginary fuzz.
"Good. Now go. I don't want to see you ever again. And if you ever want to see your granddaughter, I suggest you be kind to her father and her godmother," I threatened.
"Are you saying that I can't see her?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying." I smiled. "You're not worthy to see her."
Her jaw dropped open, but she composed herself quickly.
"Well then," she said. "I hope—"
"Just leave, Mother."
She sighed and turned around, walking out of the apartment. I sighed and sat on the couch. Alice was the first to laugh.
"DVD?" she asked.
"Yeah. Put on the Nightmare Before Christmas," I said. I snuggled into Edward's side, and then somewhere in the middle of popcorn fights and laughing, I fell asleep.
I cant believe she came. It took so long and it had to be someone else what happened, so she believed it. After hearing about what had happened to me, she tried to ask for forgiveness for not believing me, but I couldn't. It was hard to just yank the chain that connected me to her, but I just couldn't deal with someone like that. She stopped calling after a while, but she sent Emma gifts and cards for her birthday and holidays. I didn't hide them, but it was hard when Emma asked to see her. And I would say one day she would, but I knew in my heart, that one day was very far away.
Very far.
*~*~*~*~*~*
One year later; Emma age three
Edward had graduated from college. He had his bachelor's in music theory. It was boring to me, but I could just see he loved it. He played the keyboard for Emma all the time, whenever she asked, just stopping what she was doing.
We'd gotten an apartment in Seattle. I stayed home and took care of Emma while Edward went to school. Then I went to work, as a waitress to have some sort of income going for us. Even though Charlie usually helped out with thing we needed and Edward practically had billions of dollars in a trust fund, I just liked working for the things I needed.
"Edward, I made dinner," I said from the kitchen. Edward was playing with Emma, coloring books and dressing up dolls and what not. I came out of the kitchen and instead of coloring like I they were supposed to be, they were both passed out on the couch, Edward lying on his back Emma on his stomach, her arms around his neck. I went and got the camera and snapped a picture, before bursting into tears.
I was always busy for Edward, taking care of Emma or with work, or cleaning the house. I couldn't remember the last time we'd had sex or made out. I mean we were only twenty one each, we weren't old enough for this shit, yet.
I picked Emma up and took her to her room, laying her on her pretty princess bed, she not stirring one bit. I tucked her in and kissed her forehead. When I turned around, Edward was leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his perfect chest. And I ran over to him, and he took me into his arms, not say one thing, but picking me up and taking me to our room.
He undressed me slowly, his lips finding mine, his fervor strong and wanting.
We fell together into bed, moving with heat and lust and love and all the emotions I could possibly have felt. It was crazy good, and I couldn't think about anything afterwards when he just held me, or when we showered together.
I towel dried my hair, pulling on a pair of shorts and a tank top, sans any underwear in case Edward decided he wanted to ravish me again.
After I changed the sheets, I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Edward as he moved around our room. He hadn't changed much since high school, but definitely, he had more muscle. It wasn't crazy like Emmett, or nowhere near Jasper either, but he was more defined, more adult, and it made me sigh with the fact that I was married to that.
Thank you God.
"What's wrong?" he asked. I smiled at him.
"Nothing. I'm going to skip work today," I said to him.
"Why don't you just quit?" he asked. He lay on the bed, and pulled me with him, letting me lie on his chest. My legs twined with his and I held him close, inhaling his perfect scent.
"I don't know. I guess I just want to do something."
"But you already do so much with Emma and the apartment . . . You don't need to do this. We don't need the extra money," he said. And he was right. Charlie put fifty dollars a week into my college fund, should I want to go to college, and we were financially stable. I didn't need to work.
"Okay, okay."
"And besides, I miss sleeping with you at night. You coming home at three in the morning just isn't working." I could hear the smile in his voice and that made me smile too. A lot. "I love you Bella," he whispered.
It was raining outside, a typical thunderstorm, so I could barely hear him.
"I love you too Edward."
I leaned up to kiss him, and he kissed me back.
But after a few second, as Edward was working to take off my shirt, there was a knock at the door.
"Mommy? Daddy? I'm scared," Emma said. Her voice was so soft it was barely audible, but I hopped out of bed and walked over to the door, unlocking it so I could let my daughter inside.
"Are you okay? I asked her. She nodded.
"Yes, the loud noises woke me up and I was scared," she said. I took her to our bed, putting her in between Edward and I, as we huddled under the blankets.
"Daddy?"
"Yes Emma?" Edward said. I looked over at him, watching him as he looked down at Emma.
"Can you tell me a story about Mommy?"
"Which one?" he asked.
"The one where you saved Mommy from the evil dragon," she said with a giggle.
Edward looked over at me and smiled. So that's what they did while I was at work.
EPOV
After Emma fell asleep while I told her the story, Bella fell asleep, too. God did I miss her. I hadn't known how much. Bella worked hard every day, watching Emma and cleaning and cooking, and still, she wanted a job. I think it's just because she hated when I bought everything. But seriously, I missed her. I missed her body, I missed her voice, I missed her looks . . . I just wanted her all to myself, without her having to work at all. I promised her that I would support her. And I was just doing that. But maybe that was just because she was Bella and that's what Bella did.
Emma woke up an hour later, complaining that she was hungry. So I carried her to the kitchen and I fixed us both plates of the food that Bella had cooked earlier.
"Daddy, how come you go to school and Mommy doesn't?" she asked. Emma was smart, smarter than your average three year old. And I loved that she was that.
"Because Mommy wants to open a bakery so she can make cookies and brownies all the time. She does a different type of school than I do, princess," I said to her.
"Okay, Daddy." She smiled and ate her food.
"What did you do today with Mommy?"
"Mommy and me went out for ice cream after I took a bath, and then we played jump rope in the park, and then we went grocery shopping, and then we ate lunch with Grampa and then we came home and then Mommy started cooking dinner for us, and then you came home , Daddy, and we played coloring and watched a movie." She sighed. She scrunched up her face, looking exactly like Bella when she did that. She yawned. "I'm tired Daddy," she said softly.
I picked her up from where she was sitting and she wrapped her arms around my neck. She smelled like candy. "Do you want to sleep with Mommy and Daddy or in your princess bed?"
She thought for a second and then smiled. "I might get scared, so I want to sleep with you and Mommy." I kissed her cheek and carried her off. We stopped at her room first so she could change into her pajamas and get her little blanket she always slept with. When that was finished, she came to our room, and we settled in next to Bella.
"I love you Daddy," she said. "You're the best Daddy in the entire world." She yawned again. I smiled. I couldn't help but let my ego get a little bit bigger. I never thought something like that would make me feel so good, but it did. And it turned out that I wasn't too bad at being a father.
"I love you too Emylie," I whispered back. She settled in against my side, and we fell asleep.
Emma grew up fast. Bella and I were obsessed with taking pictures of her, and sure enough, there were picture frames all over the apartment with Emma in different stages of her life. In most of them she was with Me or Bella, or Alice who we had made Emma's God mother.
But it was weird to see her grow up without notice. I mean at first, she's this little gooey baby, and then she's telling you about boys and school and starting to talk about college.
It's crazy shit, let me tell you.
Ten years later, Emma's fourteenth birthday.
I left our bedroom silently, not wanting to wake Bella. I padded downstairs, finding Emma sitting alone.
"Morning Emma," I said. Emma was sitting on the sofa, watching cartoons. She looked behind her and smiled.
"Morning Daddy." She stood up and ran over to me, jumping in my arms. She kissed my cheek and I put her down. She went into the kitchen, me following her.
"Why are you awake so early?" I asked her.
"I dunno. I guess I just couldn't go back to sleep. And so then I came down to see if you and Mom were awake, but you weren't, so I decided to watch cartoons. I didn't want to eat breakfast by myself." She sighed, hopping up on the counter.
"Go get ready and I'll take you out for breakfast," I said to her.
"Just me and you?"
I nodded. "Mom could use some sleep," I said. Not that there was a lot going on between Bella and I, only that she had worked long at the bakery last night.
"Kay. I'll be right back."
Emma left upstairs and I sat at the table, waiting for her. The phone rang, so I answered it. The caller ID said "private", so I didn't know who it was.
"Hello?" I said.
"May I speak to Isabella Dwyer?" The deep voice said.
I narrowed my eyes. "She's sleeping. Can I take a message?"
"Just have her call me back," the man said. He gave me a number, said a brisk goodbye, and then hung up.
Emma came down then, dressed in a pair of jeans and a simple very fitted sweater. As her father, I really didn't like how much the outfit advertised. Emma wasn't a late bloomer, but more like her mother in every way, very . . . mature.
But at least it wasn't a mini skirt and a crop top.
"What are you looking at Daddy?" Emma said to me. She had a confused look on her face.
"Can you put a sweater on?"
"Why? Is this outfit too much? Mom bought it for me." She smiled and went to the closet where we kept the coats, and she slipped on one of my old letterman jackets from college. "Better?"
"Much."
We walked outside to the Audi and the Mustang. Bella kept the mustang and I kept my Audi. And that was it. Of course, though, they were newer models. Just couldn't help myself. Not with how much I loved cars.
"Daddy, what did you get me for my birthday."
My face turned blank. I didn't forget, it was just that I was a last minute shopper. "I can't tell you. Then it wouldn't be a surprise."
"But I hate surprises Dad." She pursed her lips.
I laughed. "Just like your mother."
"Is that a good thing?"
"About not like surprises? No."
Emma laughed. "Daddy," she said. "We should go back and get Mommy."
I looked at her. "Yeah?"
She nodded. So I made a U-turn.
Emma went inside and woke Bella up, and then we left for breakfast.
"Why are you guys up so early?" Bella said while she got into the car. She was wearing my old Nirvana shirt, safety pinned in the back to tighten it around her midriff, and her favorite pair of jeans. She looked hot. Because even after all these years of being with Bella, I still found her the most stunning, fucking amazing woman I'd ever seen.
"What the hell are you looking at?" she asked.
"You look beautiful," I said to her. I leaned over and kissed her, and Emma mocked gagged in the back seat.
"Right," she said. "Because if I were to kiss Austin, you would kick my ass, Daddy." Emma smiled at me through the rearview mirror. Austin was Emily and Sam's son, only about six months younger than Emma was.
"That's because you're my little girl," I said to her. "And I wouldn't kick your ass, I would kick his."
"But I love him Daddy," she said melodramatically. I looked at her through the mirror. "Just kidding."
Bella laughed at Emma and I was laughing too, and then we were driving to the restaurant. It was a little diner in town, something that was known very well to the locals. Bella, Emma, and I usually went on the weekends. And like always, Bella had the camera.
It was a late breakfast, and I wanted to get Emma's name tattooed on my back.
"I'm going to open up the bakery, now," Bella said. I smiled at her. "Emma do you want to go with me or Dad?"
"You," she said to Bella.
"Kay, well, we'll see you later," Bella said. She kissed me before she left, but I held onto her a little longer than she expected. When she opened her eyes, I looked into them, compelling her to stay.
"I love you," I whispered.
"Love you more." She laughed and kissed me again.
Emma and Bella left, I paid the check, and then left, meeting Jasper at the tattoo parlor in Seattle.
He was getting Alice's name down the side of his waist, as I was getting Emma's on my back. It was the only space I virtually had left.
After getting the tattoo of Emma's name on my back, I said goodbye to Jasper and left to the mall so I could go shopping for Emma's birthday gift. I was always last minute, but still.
I went straight to the Apple store, and bought the two things she'd been begging for since two years ago: an iPhone and a Mac laptop.
I couldn't help but give them to her, she was my weakness. Anything that Emma asked for, I gave to her, and that was the end of it.
Except for her insane fascination with piercings and tattoos. Last summer, Bella had taken Emma to get her belly button pierced, along with her ears. I flipped out. I mean, here Emma was, all innocent and pretty and girly, and Bella goes and . . . .
Whatever. It was going to happen anyways. I wouldn't be surprised if Emma went and got a tattoo by her sixteenth birthday.
I loved my daughter. Granted, sometimes I wished that she had come later, but, I loved her none the less. She was everything a man could ask for in a child.
But as much as I loved her, I needed some alone time with Bella.
I took out my own iPhone and dialed Sam Uley, Emily's husband.
"Hey, Edward," he said. "What can I do for you?"
"I was just wondering if Emma could spend the night tonight. I wanted to take Bella out for a few hours and I didn't want to leave her at the house alone," I said, knowing Bella and I weren't going anywhere but from the living room, the kitchen to our bedroom.
"Yeah, that' fine. I'll call Emily and let her know."
"Cool. Thanks."
"No prob."
I hung up and then went over to the Audi and drove home, suddenly anxious to see Bella.
While I was on my way, Alice called me.
"Hey, baby daddy," she said.
"Hello Alice."
"Why did you take Jasper to get a tattoo? Now he has my name across his ribs," she complained.
"And you aren't happy that he branded himself with your name?" I said. I knew Alice was going to protest, but I could almost hear her shut her mouth.
"Urgh. Whatever. Please don't take my fucking husband out to get any more tattoos, Edward," she growled. "What are the PTA parents going to think if Jasper looks that way?"
"Are you saying that it's bad to have a lot of tattoos?"
"But you look good in any thing Edward. Jasper, well, he's more conservative than you. And I don't like it for him." Alice sighed. "Just don't do it okay?"
"Okay."
"And I'm going to your house to drop off Emma's new dress. I can't wait until you see her in it. She looks so much like you it's crazy," Alice giggled.
"But you've never seen me in a dress," I said with a smile.
"Oh, Edward. Stop being stupid. I mean really."
"Whatever, Al. See you later."
"Bye!"
It was still a little bit of a drive ahead of me since I had been in Seattle, but when I did make it home, Alice wasn't there anymore. I walked into our house, and set down the keys and Emma's gifts, and then I heard Bella run down the stairs.
BPOV
"Hey Mom?" Emma said from the tables in front of the bakery, "Can I get a tattoo?" She looked up from her homework, a sweet smile painting her face. It killed me how much she and Edward looked alike. It was just too eerie.
I laughed. My almost fourteen year old daughter was asking me for a tattoo. "No. I already let you get your belly button and ears pierced three times, and Daddy got mad at me," I said to her.
She sighed.
And it broke my heart. I wasn't going to let her get a tattoo of course, but I hated when I made her sad. She had that look Edward did when he was upset.
I looked around the bakery, and smiled. I had an idea.
"Jessica?" I called.
Jessica Stanley worked for me. As much as I hated her in high school, I couldn't pass up having her work under me after all the things she did to me. And even after eight years of her working for me, I still hadn't lightened up on the jobs she did. Dishes, bathroom, sweeping and mopping, taking out the trash . . . nothing made me ever feel better than the satisfaction of the look under her face.
I owned a bakery, just like I had wanted to, in Forks, Washington. I made all kinds of things, especially cookies. I'd named the bakery, Emma's Cookies. Edward called me lame, but it just fit right into the town, since mostly everything was named after someone. So why not name it after my daughter?
"Yes, Bella?" Jessica called back. She emerged from behind the counter where she was fixing the display of Emma's old toys.
"I'm taking Emma out for a second. I'll be back in an hour," I said to her.
"Okay."
I smiled and took Emma's hand, as we headed down to the reservation in La Push, which was a little drive away.
After Jacob had apologized for making me feel so degraded, we'd become friends. Seth had known him and introduced us a few years ago, so it kind of clicked. Even though Edward hated him, I still hung out with him sometimes. He taught me to ride a motorcycle. It was fun.
But the reason I was taking Emma to La Push was because Sam and Emily lived here now. They didn't work as investigators anymore, but raised their six kids. How they found the time, I hadn't known. But they did it well. Sometimes I thought it was overwhelming with just Emma. But Emily knew a lot of how to do henna, a sort of tattoo that faded after six or seven days. And if Emma wanted a tattoo, this will have to do.
"Mom, where are you taking me?" she asked me.
"You'll see," I said smiling to myself. Edward would be annoyed, but he was doing the same, getting Emma's name tattooed across his back, so he would have to deal.
I guess, even at thirty, we weren't exactly the most ordinary parents. We let Emma stay up late, and eat whatever she wanted and do pretty much everything she asked. But she was a good kid. She had amazing grades and her best friend was this girl named Heidi, and they were like how Alice and I were, and still are, only a whole hell of a lot more innocent. But Edward and I still were like we were. I had gotten a few more piercings, on my ears, eyebrow, and nose, while Edward had gotten tattoos. And a lot of them. And dammit was he fucking sexy as hell.
Ahem. Anyways.
We arrived at Emily's and Emma bolted out of the car. I was sure she had a crush on one of the boys, Austin. He was cute, and he always tried to pretend that he didn't like Emma, but Emma knew better, and when she didn't like something, she called him out on it and he always, always apologized with a flower in hand and a kiss on her hand. Where he learned those manners I had no clue, but they were winning her heart, that was for sure.
Austin answered the door and Emma disappeared before I could even get to the door, but Emily came out to greet me.
"Hey, Bella, how's it going?" she asked.
"It's all right. It's Emma's birthday tomorrow, so we're having the party at the bakery."
"I know, that's all Austin ever talks about. I think we've got a match here," she said with a laugh.
"No kidding." I smiled and she led me into the house. Their house was magnificent. Our house was nowhere near as big, but then again, our family was pint sized compared to theirs.
We sat in the kitchen, and she served me a glass of water.
"So I'm guessing you need a favor since you didn't call," she said.
I nodded. I always called Emily before I came over because she was so busy. But this was definitely impromptu. "I was wondering if you could give Emma a henna tattoo," I said.
She smiled. "She wants to be like you and Edward, you know. And why not? You guys are effing awesome," she said. I laughed.
"Well I can't argue with that."
"Yeah," she said. "It's no problem."
"Emma!" I called. She came running down the stairs, Austin hot on her tail. Hmm.
"Yes, Mom?" she said. She looked at me with green eyes and suddenly I missed Edward. I smiled.
"Emily's going to give you a tattoo. What do you want?" I asked her.
"An apple, right here," she said softly, pointing to her back, right in the center.
"Okay then," Emily said. Emily too Emma, and then Austin was sitting there in the kitchen, eating a cookie. He was a little bit younger than Emma, by about six months, so he was still twelve, while Emma was thirteen.
I looked at him.
He looked back at me.
"You like my daughter?"
"Yes, Miss Bella," he said softly. "She's beautiful, and perfect, and I would like to go on a date with her. But you can't tell her, because I sort of wanted to ask her first," he said quickly. I smiled at him. He smiled back.
"I won't tell her." I said with a smiled.
Aww, I couldn't find this any cuter. Emma was going to have her first boyfriend. And who better than with a boy that she'd known for all her life?
I excused myself from the table, and I called Edward.
"Hey, babe," I said when he answered.
"Hey, Iz."
My heart warmed at his voice. I sighed.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I just want you to come home," I said.
He laughed. "I'll be there soon. Jasper's finishing up with his tattoo. I was thinking of dropping Emma's off at Sam's and having our own night tonight," he said. "Do you want to do something?"
"Well, I took Emma already to Sam and Emily's. She's getting a henna tattoo of an apple. I'm pretty sure she's got some things here, seeing as she spends half her life here. Where do you want me to meet you?" I asked him.
"How about at the house in an hour?"
"Sure. That's sound good."
"Perfect. Alice is coming over first to drop off Emma's party dress, and then I'll be there after, okay?"
"Yep."
"I love you, Bella," he said to me. His voice changed. It was softer and more affectionate. Like it always was when he told me he loved me.
"I love you too Edward," I said.
I went back into the house, and outside to the back yard, finding Emma lying on her back on the yard table. She had her shirt off and was only wearing her sports bra. Emily was drawing intently, a small apple on Emma's back.
"Emily, Edward talked to Sam already and he said it was alright that Emma spent the night, so I'm going to head out, alright?" I asked.
"Yeah, Sam just called me."
"Okay."
"Mom, you're leaving?" Emma said, twisting her head to look at me.
"Yeah, Em, Dad and I are going on a date."
"Eww," she said with a smile. I laughed.
"Yeah, you and Austin are eww," I said back to her.
"Whatever Mom," she said. "Austin is so cute."
I laughed. "Are you going to be okay here?"
"Of course."
I smiled.
"Okay, well call if you need anything," I said.
"Okay," they called in unison.
I left Emily's house and drove to the bakery on my way home.
"Jessica," I called. "I'm leaving for the night. Close up tonight and then go home."
"Okay," she said. I smiled at her, and then left home.
And sure enough, my best friend was already there at my house. She was in the kitchen eating some cookies when I walked into the house. I loved my house. It wasn't small, four bedrooms, three bathrooms, two living rooms, an enormous kitchen, a garage and pool in the spacious back yard. It was a dream house.
It was our house.
"Hey, Baby Mama," Alice said coming to greet me.
Somehow, she'd gotten skinnier, so she looked like a shorter version of a runway model. She threw out that scene girl shit before the Christmas of our senior year, opting for high class fashion instead. She worked as a retail shopper, something she did best and loved. It was crazy when she was at the mall, and actually working.
"Hello," I sang to her. We kissed, but in a friendly way, and she ate another cookie.
"Emylie's dress is in that box," she said with her mouth full.
I grabbed the box, looking inside. The dress was a pretty violet color, a girly thing with lace and ribbons, a little blue Tiffany's box sitting in the middle.
I opened the box, and inside was a locket. On the cover it had her full name engraved with a little flower shape after that. When I opened it, there was a photo of Edward, Emma, and I. It was taken last year when we went to the beach for Emma's birthday during spring break.
On the other side was one of Emma's more recent photos, the one she took for Rosalie's wedding a few months ago.
She looked so beautiful. There was an engraving on the back that read, "Poison was not what broke us apart, but brought us closer."
I used to tell Emma that before she would go to sleep, because that was how Edward and I had stuck together for so long. The poison didn't kill us, but everything that interfered.
I thought about that time, what I had been through. It was tough, and I hadn't told Emma about it yet, but I would in the future. I couldn't have her having nightmares or anything.
I smiled at Alice. She clapped. "I knew you would like it. I hope Emma does."
"Emma hates presents you know that. She's just like me."
Alice grimaced. "Ugh. Don't I know it. You still have boxes of gifts you haven't opened yet. And that's a damn shame."
I laughed. "Whatever Alice."
"Well, I'm going to go. Jasper and I are going to an All Time Low concert," she said.
"That's for teenagers, Alice," I said to her.
"No. It's for people who like sex and money and drugs. All Time Low is the shit," she said.
"Yeah, whatever. Have fun," I said to her.
"I will thank you very much," she said to me. And then she left.
I ran up the stairs to my bedroom, stripping out of me Evanescence Band Tee from ten years ago and my jeans, leaving them on the floor next to my shoes. I went to the bathroom.
I still looked like I had when I was eighteen. Nothing really changed. Except for my body art. I'd gotten my nipples pierced on my twenty first birthday, drunk as hell, with Alice and Rosalie. It hurt in the morning, but I liked them. And so did Edward, so I kept them. I had also gotten a few tattoos. Whereas Edward was covered in all kinds of things from all kinds of adventures, I only had a few. Where I had Edward's initials, I had Emma's on the other side. On the inside of my wrist was the Chinese character for warrior, and then on the hollow underneath my ear was a little dragonfly. The words, Alis Volat Propriis were written underneath my breasts, in Edward's perfect handwriting. The words were Latin for She flies with her own wings. And that was it. Other than that, I was a little thin, and my boobs were a little bit bigger, my hips a lot wider. But I really hadn't changed.
I took a quick shower, washing my hair. When I got out, I blow dried my hair straight, and then put on some sexy underwear I was itching to model for Edward since I'd gotten them for him. They were from La Perla, so it was pretty nice.
After slipping into a pair of jeans and the Paramore T-shirt I'd worn the first day I'd met him, I heard the front door open and close.
"Bella?" Edward called. I smiled and dashed down the stairs and right into his arms. He hugged me tightly, pushing me against the wall kissing me hard and fervently. I kissed in kind, my hands running through his wet hair, and pulling his as close as he could get. I began to strip him, starting with his jacket, and his shirt, then his jeans, as he did the same thing to me as he carried me up the stairs. When we finally made it to our bedroom, Edward threw me on the bed, closing the door behind him. As I was only in my underwear, so was he.
And Goddammit was he fucking sexy. Edward had gotten a number of tattoos all over his body, his arms covered with God knows what, going over his chest with words in English and practically every other language imaginable. Pictures of all kinds of things, like my favorite one, down on his hip bone, was a star with the musical staff running over it like a ribbon, or the four leaf clover. It was all just so fascinating. I don't know why I loved them so much, but I did, and I couldn't help it.
Edward's hands were careful with my body, even after the fifteen years we'd been together. And I still hadn't gotten used to it. My heart went crazy at the feeling of his fingers over my skin, my breath shallow and erratic. My hips lifted in their own accord, meeting Edward's erotically. I never got over how hard I could make him. It must have been painful.
I bit my lip and just let myself feel, his hands over my breasts, hardening my nipples into tight peaks, his hands over my ribs, my stomach, my hips, finding purchase under my panties.
When I opened my eyes, he was looking at me, his green eyes so penetrating, my heart beat faster; I was excited.
I pushed him off of me, and crawled between his legs, sliding his boxers off of his still perfect body, and taking his erection in my hand. I moved my hand up and down over his hot, steamy flesh, leaning down to lick the head, gathering the bead of pre-come onto my tongue. He groaned lowly, from somewhere deep in his throat, as he shut his eyes, breaking the firm eye contact. I lowered my mouth as far as it would go without making myself gag, and then sucked at the way back up, letting go with a loud pop.
Edward gasped and groaned as I bobbed my head slowly, holding his gaze when he looked at me. After a while, when I knew he was close, I let him go, crawling on top of him.
"Come here," he said, his voice low with pure arousal, his muscles taut and glistening, with a light sheet of sweat covering his entire, god-like body. I crawled up on him, moving up until I was hovering over his mouth. He hooked his fingers in my panties, and ripped them off my body. He licked hard and slowly, and I put my hands on the headboard, closing my eyes and biting my lip. I moved my hips as he sucked on my clit, thrusting his tongue in and out before pushing in his fingers in my entrance.
"Ungh," I panted, grabbing at my tits trying to find some bit of release. I twisted my nipples almost to the point of pain, pulling at the rings, but it didn't matter because it was coming, and I was almost there . . .
But he just picked me up off of him, throwing me on the bed. I was lying on my back as Edward gave me a grin, that drop dead gorgeous, sexy, stop dead in your tracks grin that could make me come almost instantly. I felt like I was going to burst if I was touched, but as he did, as he flicked my clit with his tongue, driving me insane with his long, very talented fingers.
"I need more Edward," I whined to him.
He laughed, kneeling before me. "It never gets old, you begging." His eyed glistened with hot, sexy arrogance, lust dancing in the green irises.
"You're such a cocky son of a bitch," I said to him. I ran my fingers through my hair, arching my back a little bit, leaning back on my elbows.
"I know. And you're a bitchy nymphomaniac," he said back. I stuck my tongue out at him. He leaned forward, kissing my breasts, sucking on them, marking me. I moaned into the room, my smile fading slowly.
"Sure, whatever. Just . . . ." I moved my hips up and down, each time, coming in contact with his hot, hard cock. I moaned a little bit and there was no prelude or even a moment to take a tiny breath as he nailed me to the bed with one movement, sliding into me, giving me what I wanted, exactly what I wanted. My back arched and I screamed, my hands flying onto his shoulders, my legs knotting behind his back.
"Oh, fuck yes," I breathed. And that was it for the dialogue. The rest was just our panting and hard, shallow breathing, the sound of our skin smacking against each other as our hips moved in accord to find that release we both needed so much.
"Harder," I grunted pushing him up so he was on his knees, and I was straddling him, my body pressed to his. I buried my head in his neck as I rode him hard, feeling his cock glide in and out of me, his fingers going down to play with me, to bring me closer to my climax, bring me to a high so elevated it's crazy.
"Come on Bella," he growled. "Fucking come already."
"I can't," I panted.
"Yes, you can," he said. He kissed my neck and then bit down, and from the pain and the pleasure, I came hard, dripping down all over him, scratching all over his back, arching and screaming.
"Yes, yes!" I clutched him to my body, feeling the warmth of his seed spill into me like a million times I had before. I fell back onto the bed, sprawling completely open, not bothering to cover up from him.
"It's been a while since we've done something like that in the middle of the day. It's only six." I looked up at Edward, watching him watch me. His eyes glistened with lust that could kill, and it was all for me, and no one else. "What?"
"I wish I could marry you. It's been fourteen years since I've asked you," he said.
I sighed. I turned on my stomach, burying my head in my pillow. "I can't control this shit, Edward, and you fucking know that." I turned and looked at him. "Don't you think I want to marry you? Don't you?" I sat up, taking his face in my hands. "I want to be married to you. I want that. I want to be Isabella Marie Cullen, more than anything else in the world."
"I just wish I could make it happen Bella?"
"I know," I said. "I—"
The phone rang then, and I picked it up, cutting myself off.
"Hello?"
"May I speak to Isabella Dwyer?" a man said on the other line.
"This is she," I responded automatically.
"Hello, this is Kurt, and I'm with the King County corrections office. It says here in the records that you are James Dwyer's wife?" Kurt said. I sighed.
"Yes, legally."
"Well, James Dwyer has been sentenced to death for March 28th." He said. My throat went dry.
"That's tomorrow," I said softly.
"Yes, well, we've been trying to get a hold of you, but we've had no luck. Sorry for the short notice." Kurt sounded bored. It annoyed me a little.
"Um, it's no problem."
"If you have any questions, you can call back," he said.
"Thank you."
I placed the phone in the receiver, and I looked at Edward.
"What?" he said.
"James is sentenced to die tomorrow," I said flatly.
"Fucking finally," Edward said.
"Edward, what's tomorrow?"
"Oh, shit, it's Emma's birthday."
"Yeah," I said. I looked at the ceiling.
I didn't know why I was so calm about this? It could possibly that I just had amazing sex with Edward, and usually I couldn't care about anything after that. But still. I didn't realize I was crying until Edward's body pressed against mine and I was sobbing into his chest.
I was falling back into those dreams, those nightmares again. And I hated him for it. Why couldn't I just be a normal girl? A normal girl who didn't have this kinds of things stashed in the darkest parts of my mind.
When I calmed, Edward and I sat in the bathtub. Against his insistence, I sat behind him, my arms resting on his lower stomach, my fingers moving on their own, my nails running over the skin of his lower belly. I kissed his shoulder.
"What are you thinking about?" he whispered.
I shrugged. What had I been thinking about? "I don't know. You. Do you want to do something?"
"Like?" he said.
"I dunno. Something. Watch a movie. Make cookies. Order a pizza. Go out?"
"How about we have Alice come over. She knows better how to make you feel better about something like this." Edward laughed, running his hands over my thighs.
I lifted my toes out of the water. The red varnish was chipped already. "Paint my toenails?"
"Only for you, my wonderful Isabella."
I smiled.
We got out of the bath, and Edward wrapped me in a fluffy towel, putting one around his own waist. He only pulled on a pair of boxers and A&F sleep pants, as I wore a thin camisole and dance shorts throwing on my soft, very worn, very oversized cardigan over it. I called Alice, explained what was happening, and she came over faster than I would have thought.
She came and tackled me, giving me a tub of Ben& Jerry's ice cream. We ate it together with Edward, while watching MTV.
"Just like old times," Alice said.
"Yep. I wish Emma was here though," I said.
Just then, I heard the front door open.
"Is anyone home?" That was Austin's voice.
"No. My dad told your dad that he was taking my mom out." That was most definitely Emma's voice. Edward, Alice, and I looked from and to each other, trying to figure this out. "Austin, will you kiss me?"
"Now?" he asked. I looked at Edward. His face was serious as he listened.
"No tomorrow," Emma replied sarcastically. I stifled a laugh.
"Oh, okay. Sorry." It was silent for a few seconds, and then I stood up quietly, taking Edward's hand and pulling him with me.
And right in front of the doorway, were Emma and Austin, pressed softly together, kissing in the doorway. Definite soul mates in the making.
I cleared my throat.
The both broke apart quickly, looking at Edward and me, blushing like crazy.
"Hey, Mom, dad, Aunt Alice. What's up?"
"Emylie Jillian Cullen you better—"
I cut off Edward with a shove on the shoulder.
"Emma, take Austin in the back yard. You guys can hang out there," I said. Emma looked from me to Edward. I laughed. She looked so nervous, but Austin looked more laid back than usual. I smiled at them, and Emma looked thankful.
They scampered away and I looked at Edward.
"He was touching her," Edward said.
"Yep. That's kind of what you have to do to kiss Edward," I said. "Oh, but you knew that, on the count of we just had sex not an hour ago."I laughed. But Edward just pulled me back to him, looking down at me.
"Are you okay?" he asked me.
"I'm free now. Of course I'm okay. I'm perfect."
EPOV
She wasn't up to her game. After fourteen years of not hearing about him at all, she gets a fucking phone call. I can tell she's paranoid. And every time I touched her, it was like when she woke up from her coma after we'd rescued her. She flinched, but then she'd put on a smile to play it off. I had to admit that it hurt when she did that. It hurt that she would recoil from me. I pretended like it didn't bother me, but it did. It bothered me a lot.
Emma and Austin were in the backyard, probably kissing and cute stuff like that; Emma wasn't old enough to have sex yet, so that was one thing that I didn't have to worry about. Alice fell asleep on the couch, even though it was only nine. Bella turned off the television, taking a blanket and putting it over Alice's tiny body.
"Play the piano for me?" she asked.
I smiled.
We went into the other room, where I sat down on the piano bench, my fingers pressing the keys in a simple G Major chord.
Bella smiled. "I meant play a song," she said.
So I began playing, just playing . . . randomly. I played Beethoven, and then Chopin, and a little bit of Tchaikovsky. And that was it.
I carried Bella up to our bedroom, so she could sleep comfortably. Then I went out to the backyard, finding Austin and Emma asleep in the hammock by the pool. I shook Austin awake, he sitting up rubbing his eyes.
"What the hell were you thinking bringing my daughter to this house alone with you?" I asked him.
"Uh, she said we could watch a movie . . . that's really all I thought we were going to do." Austin looked sincere. I never thought I would have to be a bully to some thirteen year old kid, but I just didn't want things to happen to Emma. Like, oh, I don't know, a broken heart maybe?
Emma stirred then, and she sat up, rubbing her eyes.
"Hi Daddy," she said, her voice soft and sweet. "Carry me?" she asked.
She was still my little girl.
I picked her up from the hammock, and walked inside, Austin following us into the house. I set Emma down by the stairs and went back into the living room, not before seeing Austin take Emma's hand and entwine their fingers together, walking up the stairs.
I looked at Bella who was leaning against the front door.
"If only life could have been like that for us," she said. She walked over to me, wrapping her arms around my waist. "Come on, I want to have more sex with you."
"But the kids are here, and Alice is here, and . . ." I smirked, "You're kind of loud."
"I can be quiet," she said. "I can."
So we shut off all the lights in the house. Upstairs, we passed Emma's bedroom to find her and Austin playing cards on her bed. The door was only open a crack so we passed by unnoticed.
In our bedroom, Bella kept the lights off, shedding off her clothes. She smiled at me, walking over to me, pushing me to the arm chair that was in the corner. I sat down, and she pulled off my pants, standing before me. She put her hair up in a pony tail, and then sat on my lap.
"Like this Edward," she whispered. She grabbed my cock, a shiver running through me like static electricity. It was crazy, but beautiful, like wild, but just . . . it happened every time she touched me. She guided me inside of her, warm, wet, and tight, humming in my ear, as her lips latched onto mine.
She started moving. God she started moving. And my mind went numb. I felt like I was teenager again, having sex with Bella for the first time. She held tight to me, not letting up as she bounced softly, her lips flying all over my skin. She was so soft, and perfect . . .
"God, fuck you are—" she whispered against my lips.
"Oh, fuck, Bella," I said back to her. She moaned softly, her fingers running over my scalp. She pulled back and looked me in the eyes. Here irises looked silver from the glow of the light coming from outside, and it was definitely sexy. I lifted my hips some to meet hers, and she clutched at my shoulders.
"Oh, please," she said in a soft voice. "Touch me Edward."
So I moved my hand from the bottom of her ass, and put it in between us, right where she wanted me to touch her. I was so close to coming. SO fucking close, and if I just . . .
Bella let out a high pitched scream, convulsing above me, breathing hard. I came right after her, shuddering as she hummed and I spilled my every last drop into her. She leaned forward and kissed me, hard, like she had been deprived or something. It felt crazy, like every last one of my nerves were live wires, like I was blazing on fire every where she touched me. But I couldn't help but laugh.
"What?" Bella asked cocking her head to the side. She blinked a few times, pursing her lips.
"You were loud," I said.
"Was not," she argued. She flipped me off, and then kissed me, until there was a knock on the door.
"Mom? Is everything okay?" Emma said through the door.
"Yeah. There was a huge spider in the bathroom and I freaked out. Nothing big," Bella called back.
"Liar," I mouthed to her. She smacked my shoulder playfully.
"Oh, okay," she said.
I laughed at Bella.
"You're an asshole," she said.
"So I've heard." She leaned forward and kissed me again. Pulling back, she whispered, "But I love you so much."
"I've heard that too," I said. She smiled at me, hopping off and walking to the bed. She turned to me, her hands on her hips.
"I love you too, Bella," I said to her. "I will love you forever—every single day of forever."
She smiled and we fell into bed.
"You better."
"Or what?"
"Or . . . or . . ." She smiled. "Shut up."
I laughed. "You are the only one for me."
"Promise?"
"I'm Edward Cullen. I may be a contemptuous, condescending, patronizing asshole, but I will never lie to you."
She seemed satisfied with that.
And I was content that she was satisfied, and that is exactly what you call sweet success.
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