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A/N at end.
BPOV
The sun was streaming brightly into the room and I really wasn't ready to wake up, yet. I heard a grumbling beside me and turned to face Edward. I opened my eyes to see Edward with his arm resting across his eyes. I giggled because I knew he was going to have a hangover today, good thing that we didn't have any plans until later.
"This is not funny, Bella." Edward mumbled.
"Oh, I know it's not funny, but I am sure it is not going to stop you from drinking again, is it?"
"I'm sure it's not." He moved his arm from his face a looked over at me. "You know, even with your hair a haystack and sleepy eyes, you are still so beautiful."
"I am sure." I said sarcastically. "You aren't so bad yourself. I really am kind of digging this scruff right here." I reached up and stroked his jaw. I really was a girl that liked clean-cut types of guys, but Edward was making my preferences change all around. I was becoming a sucker for his unkempt hair, chin scruff, and his chest hair that just made him manly. I admit I made Tyler wax his chest hair because it was kind of gross to me and now that I actually think about it, I think he had less hair on his chest then Edward. I brought my finger down to Edward's chest and traced circles.
"What are you thinking about, right now?" He asked.
"Um…how I really enjoy your manliness."
"Oh, really? What about my manliness?" He said in a deeper voice, making me re-think what I just said.
"Not that, Edward! Well…okay, yes that too, but I was thinking about your sexy jaw stubble and manly chest hair. It's like the perfect amount of chest hair that doesn't make it gross, but so manly on you. I really like it." I said continuing my caresses.
"Mmmm…your touch feels nice and I am glad that you like it because it is not going anywhere."
"The jaw stubble or the chest hair?" I asked.
"The chest hair stays, that kind of defines a man, to me anyway. As for the scruff…I can keep it if you want, but just think about the skin rash you will get if I nuzzle you, too much."
"Hmm…I like the idea of you keeping it for a while, but I am definitely not going to let a full on beard happen, at all."
"Thanks, it is going to be so great to not have to shave everyday." Edward said and moved so that he was nuzzling my neck, leaving kisses here and there.
"Let's get showered and see what there is to cook in the house. I am sure you are not the only that is going to be nursing a hangover." I said.
"You are right, as much as I want to keep you in bed right now, I feel a headache from Hell coming on and I smell like a brewery." Edward got out of bed and I followed.
After we were showered and I had the sheets changed, we made our way into the house. To my surprise most the gang was already awake and sitting in the dining room eating. The one person that I thought that was going to be praying the porcelain Gods was the one who had made breakfast for everyone. Tara had made waffles, eggs, bacon, and had fresh fruit sliced in a large bowl. We all ate and talked amongst each other. It was getting to be noon and I knew that I needed to get to Edward's, so Esme and I could get to the farmer's market for dinner tonight.
****
Edward and I were on our way to his house, when I began to ask him what type of kitchen equipment Esme had and when he didn't have the slightest clue, I turned around back to my house to grab my Kitchenaid Counter Mixer, pastry blender, a couple of my cookie sheets, a spring form pan, and my apron. Yea, Esme had the biggest kitchen I have ever seen, but I wanted be prepared in case she didn't have the necessary things I needed.
I pulled into the drive of Edward's house and turned to look at Edward. He had his fingers rubbing his forehead with his eyes closed.
"You have a bad headache." I stated and felt bad for him. "Why don't you take a nap, to see if it will get any better?"
"You really want to hang out with my mom for the day without me? She will drive you nuts because I promise she really doesn't know how to maneuver around the kitchen, very well."
"Edward, you all talk like she is totally hopeless in the kitchen. I mean, she can't be all that bad, it doesn't seem like you are starving or anything." He laughed, hard. "What?"
"Have you ever heard of Schwan's?" Edward asked.
"Uh, yea, they have the best ice cream, ever, and it is delivered to your house, what can be better?"
"Yea, well, remember when we said that my Mom didn't bake if her life depended on it? Well, she can't cook either. The other night when everyone came over, that pot roast was straight from the package. See, Schwan's sells full meals that are pretty basic to cook; it is actually just warming them up. She threw that thing in the crock-pot and just like, that dinner is served. My Dad is really the one to cook and since he is usually working, it is not very often that we eat homemade food. Is that shocking to you?"
I gaped at him, there is no way that Esme would allow that, would she? It just seemed not like her.
"That is very shocking. Do you know how to cook? Emmett?"
"Nope, not really. We have Schwan's delivered every week, too, when we are at school. The food is good if you ask me."
"Oh my God! You guys really need to stop eating that stuff. Do you know how many preservatives are in that stuff? It is really bad for you. I mean, it is okay to eat it every once in a while but all the time, is just not good. I am totally going to have to teach your mother, everything. I am really excited about this but kind of nervous, too. Edward, I can't have you dying of too much salt intake from the food because that is what you are basically going to die of if you don't stop eating that."
"Bella, calm down. I have been doing it for twenty one years, I am okay. Besides, the food nutrients have gotten substantially better over the years. I do try to cook every once in a while, like breakfast. I am pretty good at making that. It's not complicated, like making dinner."
"Well, things are going to be changing for you, now. I will not allow you to be eating that anymore. I will stock your freezer with homemade meals just like I do for my Dad."
"Bella, you are not going to do that. We are fine to eat what we always have. Anyway, what is it any different eating your frozen food, then eating it from Schwan's?"
"The hell I am. You will not be eating that hormone filled stuff, day in and day out. No way! And what is the difference? I know what is being put into the food and it is fresh, organic, healthy stuff."
"Bella, once again, you are not going to do that for me."
"EDWARD! I am going to do it, whether you like it or not."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Ugh! I tell you what, you will help me make all of the food and then hopefully you can catch on and be able to feed yourself with healthy food." I compromised.
"You are so stubborn, aren't you?"
"I could say the same to you."
"Fine, I will let you teach me how to cook, too."
***
We finished our bickering, we went into the house and I found Esme and Carlisle putting groceries away. I sent Edward to go take a nap, know that he still had a headache because he was unconsciously rubbing the side of his head. I talked with Esme and found that she had nearly bought everything that the store offered in the Italian section of the store, but the things that we needed for dinner. I looked at the two cans of alfredo sauce and must have had a face of disgust on because Carlisle came up behind me and chuckled.
"I told her to wait until you got here, but she insisted to go to the store. I also, told her that you were making your own noodles and breadsticks but she bought the packages, too." He said.
"I'm sorry, but my Dad brought this shit" I grimaced at my choice of wording. "I mean, stuff, home once and I nearly threw up after taking the first bite. Not kidding." I shook my head at the memory of how bad it had been.
"Well, take her back to the store and help her choose the good stuff. I will put this stuff away."
"Okay. Hopefully, Edward will get a good nap in while I am gone, he has a bad headache and I feel bad for him."
"I am sure he will be fine. Oh, and by the way, we ran into your dad at the grocery store and invited him over for dinner, too. Is that okay?" Carlisle asked.
"Carlisle, this is your house and you can invite anyone you well, please. I don't mind."
"I just wanted to make sure. This is like families merging, in a way, and I didn't know if you and Edward were ready to make that step, after only knowing each other for such a short amount of time. Some people think that this is a huge step in a relationship, which is what you two have now, right? I hope I am not assuming." Carlisle looked nervous and was mumbling.
"Yes, Carlisle, Edward and I are a couple and I am fine with my Dad coming over and I am sure that Edward will be fine with it, too."
"Great." Just then Esme came back into the kitchen. She had gone to take Edward some Tylenol and a glass of water; she was still his mother and had to take care of her boy.
***
I directed, Esme, through the farmer's market and informing what the best selections were, we made our purchases, and was finally back at her home. I helped her put everything away; it was still a little early for me to start preparing for dinner, so I decided to see if Edward was ready to wake up from his nap. First, I made a sandwich for him and me, taking up the stairs with me.
I opened the door to his room and closed it softly. He was splayed out on his bed with his face buried in the pillow, sleeping on his stomach. I placed the plate on the nightstand and gently climbed on the bed with him. I scooted towards him, wrapping my arm around his waist, and resting my head on his back. He stirred a little, then intertwined his fingers with mine and sighed. We lay like that for a while, but eventually he turned onto his back and pulled me to him. He kissed the top of my head and caressed my back.
"Did you have a nice nap?"
"I did. My head feels a lot better."
"I made a sandwich for us. You hungry?" I said looking up at him and he smiled.
"I am." He stroked my cheek, and then quickly brought me to straddle him, and I leaned over him, placing a kiss on his lips.
"Can I have another one?" He asked. I responded with another kiss, kissing him a few more times, then made a trail up to his ear. He brought his hands down and began to knead my bottom. I knew where this was going to end up.
"Edward, why don't we eat that sandwich, then we can pick up where we left off. I want you to feel better and I think that it will get rid of the headache, then you will be at an optimal state." I whispered and climbed off of him. I grabbed the plate, while he sat up in the bed, and took the plate from my hand.
"Fine, but after this we are going back to what we were doing." He glared, taking a big bite.
"Okay. Quit pouting, I need it just as much you, but we are going to have to make it quick because I want to have dinner ready at six. Oh, and your Dad invited my Dad over, too."
"Oh? Okay. Sorry I am pouting, but it has been a long week being without you. I missed you and I was kind of disappointed that I passed out last night, that's all."
"That's alright." I said, taking another bite of my half. We finished and Edward handed me the glass of water his mom left him. We each took a drink, then Edward wasted no time undressing, and making quick work of my clothing, too.
"Right to the point, huh?" I giggled, as he pulled the covers down, and lay down in the center of the bed.
"Get over here. I want you on top, since you still have sore shoulders, I wouldn't want to put too much pressure on you." He said and I climbed on top of him.
"Thank you for remembering that and taking care of me." I put my lips to his and he quickly opened his mouth for me, deepening the kiss. I felt his hands trailing up and down my thighs and loving the feel of his rough, textured hands. Then the feel of his stubble was a new sensation for me. I liked it. He pulled his mouth away from me, bringing his hands to cup my face, and smiled adoringly. I smiled back and gave him a quick kiss.
"Are you ready?" He asked, dropping his hands to my hips.
"Just for you." I rose on my knees and Edward guided me over him. I slowly lowered on him, keeping my eyes just on his beautiful face, and feeling him fill me completely. I could see his jaw clench and a strangled moan escaped from between his teeth. With my hands on his chest, I rose again, but came back down with more speed, and Edward met my hips.
"Oh, Edward." I leaned down and kissed him. "You feel amazing. I can feel every part of you, caressing me from the inside."
"Bella...please don't talk to me like that. I am not going to last much longer." He panted out, while thrusting up into me. Still leaning over him, I kissed his lips, and then brought myself up. I moved up and down on him, increasing my pace, and bringing my climax closer and closer.
"Bella, you have to come for me first, please." He begged and I nodded in agreement. With one gentle pinch to my clit, Edward brought me to my ecstasy. As I tightened around him, he gave two final thrust, and released into me. I collapsed on top of him and buried my face into his neck, trying to even out my breathing. We held each other for a bit before I removed him from me. I placed a trail of kisses along his neck, up to his ear, then across each side of his face, landing on his lips.
"I'm gonna freshen up and then I am going to start on dinner. I have a feeling that my Dad is going to be here soon." I said getting out of the bed.
"How do you know that?" Edward asked sitting up on his elbows.
"Because it is four, he left work about thirty minutes ago, showered, and needs to get in an at least an hour of ESPN and a few beers before he is ready for dinner. He knows that I usually have it done by six and he never gets interrupted during his dinner ritual. So, that means he will need to be here soon to start it."
"Hmph." Edward just shrugged his shoulders and lay back down.
I grabbed my clothes from the floor and made my way to the bathroom. After I was done, I walked back into the bedroom and Edward looked like he was sleeping, again. I went over to him and put the covers over him and kissed his cheek.
"I'll be in the kitchen with your mother." I whispered and picked up the dishes from the nightstand.
As I was walking down the stairs, the door bell rang.
"I got it, it's Rosalie." Emmett said, noticing me and yelled in his deafening yell, as he was opening the door, "Jesus, Bella, you look freshly fucked!"
Of course, because it was just my luck, it was indeed not only Rosalie but my father too, standing in the doorway. I just stood there thinking of the best way to handle this situation, but came up blank. Thankfully, Rose smacked Emmett upside the head and then his arm.
"Why would you even yell something like that Emmett, you are an idiot." She yelled back, but then proceeded to give him a kiss on the lips.
"Hey, Dad. I was just getting ready to start on dinner." I cleared the rest of the steps and by then Esme and Carlisle invited him into the house. I walked to the kitchen, placing the dishes into the sink, and shaking my head but laughing in the inside.
"Sorry, Bella. I couldn't be mad at Em, after taking one look at you. You really do look freshly fucked." She snickered.
I turned to the fridge and began taking out all the things Esme and I would need. After Esme and Carlisle gave my Dad the grand tour, they walked into the kitchen, followed by a showered Edward. God, he was pure sex walking.
"Well, look at that shit eating grin. That is all the conformation I needed."
"Again, Emmett?" I groaned and threw my hands in the air and turned back to my tasks.
"Bella…like I told you before, I am not dumb. If it wasn't for the same smug look you and Edward just exchanged with each other, I would have figured it out anyway. Look at that stubble rash you have all over your chin and neck and what do we have here? Edward has newly acquired jaw gruff." My Dad laughed, as did everyone else, while Edward and I just looked at each other with our mouths slightly gaping.
"Chief, you and I are going to get along just great. Let me get you a beer and we can go check out some sports highlights." Emmett said.
"Give it up, kid. I can read that face from a mile away." My Dad said, walking over to me, and placed a kiss on my forehead. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Dad. Just don't hang out with Emmett, so much."
"Come on, Bella. You know you love me." Emmett laughed and handed my Dad his beer.
All of them, but Esme and Edward, walked into the living room. Edward walked over to me and pulled me into a hug and we just started laughing.
"Can't live with them, can't live without them." Edward murmured into my hair.
"Yea, well, Emmett is going to pay for it."
"Alright, you two. Bella ready to get started?" Esme asked.
"Yup."
I broke free from Edward and washed my hands. The first thing that I needed to make was the dough for the breadsticks since it would need at least an hour to rise. Esme watched me very intently while I worked with the dough, getting it to the perfect texture, then covering it to let it rise. The next thing that we needed to make was the fettuccine noodles, since there were quite a few of us we would need to make a double batch. I figured that Esme could make one and me the other. I got the mound of flour ready for each of us and told her how to make a trench in the middle of it. She was so concentrated that she had a large crease in between her eyebrows.
"Okay, now we are going to add six eggs into the middle of this. Be careful not to let it flow over the edge of the flour." We added the eggs then I handed her the correct amount of olive oil to add and then a few pinches of salt. "Now, we are going to beat the egg center." I started first, as she watched, then she began to copy me. "Good, now let's slowly start adding the flour in the mix from the top of the edges." As the flour began to mix in with the eggs, we no longer would need the forks. "Alright, now get rid of the fork and we can start kneading this by hand. Don't be afraid of getting your hands dirty."
After we kneaded the dough and had it covered to rest for thirty minutes, I began to season the chicken.
"How did you learn how to cook, Bella?"
"Rose's and Alice's mothers were the ones who taught me most of my skills, but baking came from my friend Jared's, grandfather."
"It must be awful not to have your own mother around." Esme whispered.
"I don't remember her so it doesn't bother me, too much. I have a great family. Esme, I hope you don't get mad but Edward told me something today and if I am being honest, I am kind of upset about it."
"Oh?"
"Please, don't be mad. Edward told me that you never cook or that you can't. I am more than happy to teach you. I don't like the idea of you guys, essentially, eating microwave dinners. They are horrible for you. I told Edward before I leave for school, I always cook and freeze dinners for my Dad, and that I will be doing the same for Edward. I wasn't taking no for an answer, so I compromised and told him that he had to help. This way he can learn at the same time, too, and I would like it if you would be there, as well. I Promise, nothing complicated."
"Oh, Bella. I was always too embarrassed to tell anyone. I think the reason that I never learned was because as a child and even growing up, my family had a chef in the house. I never had to worry about that stuff. Then going to school, getting married, and then children, I just never had the time. It's stupid, I know, but that's how it is for me."
"It's not stupid, that is just the way it is, but I am will to help you change that. Can I ask you something though?"
"Of course."
"What did you go to school for? Did you have a career before you meet Carlisle?"
"Oh, I went it Notre Dame, too. I am a lawyer. My family has a few of its own firms scattered throughout the states. Every once in a while, they will call me in to take a case. Carlisle and I finished school around the same time, we got engaged, married within a year, and then had Emmett. I didn't want to work full-time and just wanted to stay home. Carlisle said that I could do what I wanted and so I eventually stayed home full-time. When the boys started to get into their teens, I began working part-time. Now, here I am."
"Well, I would have never guessed. Edward never told me that, but you don't regret not working full-time, for a while, do you? Somewhere deep down inside, I think that I might feel like I wasted seven or eight years of school and not put full use into all that hard work I did. I don't know, if that is the right thing to think."
"You have a right to think that way, but in the end it is what is best for you. I did start to regret not using my degree that is why I went to work part-time. When I think back on it now, it was the best decision for me and my family. Not all people have such a supportive family and can't manage to stay at home for thirteen years, like I did."
"Thanks, Esme. It gives me something to think about in my future. I just think that it is something that women have to think about more then men."
"Oh, yes, I know."
We finished making dinner, having small talk between us. Esme was fairly decent at picking-up on cooking. We all were soon seated at the dining room table, enjoying some really good food. While, Esme and Carlisle were out they had picked up a cake from the bakery, so dessert was served shortly after dinner.
After we cleared the table, we relaxed for a while in the family room and the guys talked about none other then, football. Emmett promised my Dad tickets to a few of the games coming up and I could tell he was really excited. The boys invited my Dad to go golfing with them in the morning, but that was one of the sports my father didn't care to play or even watch on TV. So, he passed on the invite. I actually couldn't really see either Edward or Emmett playing golf, but I guess that is what they liked to do for male bonding time. It was getting late, so my Dad got up and said his goodbyes. I told him I would be staying the night and would see him in the morning. He asked at what time and I just shrugged.
"Edward, what time are you going golfing in the morning?"
"I don't know, probably around ten."
"I'll be home around ten thirty, Dad."
"Alright. Goodnight, love you." He said and it looked like he might have put a little skip into his step as he made his way to his car. Weird.
We all settled back into the family room watching old episodes of Saturday Night Live on DVD because let's just face it, SNL these days just sucked. Soon, I felt my clothes being taken off and quickly opened my eyes. I was lying in bed and Edward was undressing me.
"What are you doing?" I mumbled.
"Getting you ready for bed. You fell asleep, so I figured you were probably exhausted after a busy day."
"Oh, okay." I let him finish taking off my clothes and fell asleep.
****
When I woke in the morning, I felt cool soothing hands on my shoulders and a few kisses, along the way. I slowly opened my eyes and I could feel Edward rubbing something on my back.
"You awake, Bella?" He asked, softly.
"Mhmm."
"I heard you talking and you kept saying that your back hurt. I figured it was just your burn, it's starting to peel, so I am putting some more aloe on just keep it moisturized." Edward said.
"Thank you, but they really aren't bothering me, now." I said and turned so I could lie on my back. Edward moved the hair from my face and kissed each of my cheeks and then my lips.
"Good morning." He said and kissed along my jaw.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"Eight thirty two." He looked over to the clock.
"How about I wish you good luck this morning? You know for a good day on the course."
"Oh and what kind of good luck charm are you going to give me?" He teased as he scraped his growing beard down my neck and chest. Then taking my naked nipple into his mouth, quickly.
"Edward." I moaned. "As good as you look with that stubble on your face; we don't need your family or mine knowing where you have been, so shave it."
***
Edward had ten minutes before he needed to be downstairs and ready to go.
"Bella, I am not going to have time to shave this morning. I got to get going." Edward yelled from the bathroom.
"Edward, I know you don't have time, just do it before we have our sexy times. Did you look at my body before you got up? I have red streaks all over, from your face."
"Don't act like you didn't like my stubble working in between your perfect thighs." I could see the smirk on Edward's face, as he was drying off in the bathroom.
"I didn't say I didn't like it. I fuckin' loved it, but I do wear a swim suit everyday and other people can see my legs. You better hope these go away before the morning or I am not going to hear the end of it from Rose." I said and he walked over to the bed and pulled the sheet back so he could look at the marks.
"Mmm…sorry, those are there, but I know you loved it." He ran his finger up and down each thigh. "Every time my jaw hit the inside of your thighs, you would moan, pull harder on my hair, and then a fresh wave of your arousal would coat my tongue." He stopped his stroking, put the sheet back over me, and I whimpered at the loss and memory of what happened not even an hour ago. "Just sayin.'" He walked to his closet and put on his clothes, while I just glared at him.
"What's the matter?" He smirked at me.
"You are a tease." He walked back over to me and kissed me. I grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him on top of me.
"Bella, I really need to go." He said and scraped his face all over my neck and face, for good measure. "There. Now they will have no doubt that it was me who did that to you." He laughed giving me another quick kiss and standing up.
"Jerk." I smiled at him.
"Your jerk. I'll call you later."
"Okay. Talk to you later."
At that, he was gone and I was left to lie in his bed, taking in the scent of both of us, and another week ahead of me without the sensual touch of Edward.
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