Of course my boyfriends talented tongue is the reason I ended up standing in front of the Swan Estate.
"I changed my mind." I said turning to walk back to Edwards car.
My heart thudded nervously and an intense wave of disgust washed over me as I looked up at the house. Edward's stroking of my arm wasn't doing much good, as it was making me feel like a mental patient.
"You know what I'm suddenly craving?" I asked, turning to face him.
"Filet mignon?" He asked looking down at me, shielding the harsh sunlight with his hand.
"What? No..." I looped my fingers through his belt loop and whispered in his ear. "You, your cock." I lifted to my tip toes and pressed a kiss beneath his ear.
"Later." His sighed, I groaned at his exasperated tone before noticing him bit his lip as he stared at my chest.
"Baby," I pouted and poked out my chest like the whore I was. "We can pull off to the side of the road and mess around in the back seat. It'll be just like high school." I pulled one of his hands up to cup my breast as I arched into his touch.
"Jesus..." He hissed, hardening under his jeans.
"This for me?" I moaned my hand moving from my chest down his until my fingers touched his waistband.
"Always." He whispered, there was a loud creek from behind us and he looked behind me at the house and immediately dropped my boob. "But it's disappearing because of your parents." He gripped my hips, moving me back just a little.
"Maybe if we inch back every once in a while they won't notice until we're in the car and gone." He let out a chuckle and stepped further away from me.
"Not sure that'll work." He smiled and I turned to face my parents. My father stood smiling, as he could probably only make out our outlines without his glasses. My mother, on the other hand, stood with her lips pursed and her arms crossed as she stared at us with her twenty twenty vision.
"Hello, Mr and Mrs. Swan!" Edward called with a wave, his arm locking around me as we walked to the door.
"Isabella, you're the last person I expected to see here." My mother said raising her eyebrow. I clenched my jaw as she blatantly ignored Edward.
"Yeah, me too." I said, my heels digging into the ground to stop Edward.
"It's okay."
"Have you started smoking again, Isabella?"
"Do you really care?" I asked making Edward and dad wince.
"Do you know how bad we look when you can't control yourself?" She asked with an outraged eye twitch.
"Nope, because unlike you I don't give a shit." I sneered, my anger flaring.
Edward ducked his head to whisper in my ear, "Baby, try and keep your calm. Just try and make things a little better?"
"I'm here, I tried a hell of a lot harder than she did." I groaned and he shook his head.
"We're here to make this better." He said moving us closer again. "It doesn't matter who tries hardest."
"Well, please, come in." Dad said stepping aside as Edward finally got me to the steps. "We've missed you, honey." He smiled before it quickly fell. "You didn't come for Christmas." He stated. Edward's eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at me.
"Bella..." Renee's eyes flickered between Edward and me before she smirked. "What did you do for Christmas?" I looked at the floor and shrugged.
"I bought a tree and stayed home." Edward's eyebrows furrowed as he looked to me. "It was fun!" I lied, remembering the tortuous day of smoking and watching Christmas programs.
"Well, of course, sweet Edward joined you?" My mom asked closing the door behind us. I bit my lip and looked toward the kitchen as Edward gulped and dropped his arm from my waist.
"You spent it apart? That's the first Christmas apart in what? Almost ten years?" Renee asked with wide, happy eyes.
"This is obviously a sore subject, Ren." Dad interjected, putting his hand on her arm.
"I just wanted to know. How was it, Isabella?" She asked.
"It was lovely." I lied once again. I felt Edward take my hand and sighed.
"Well..." Dad sighed and gave me a tense smile, lifting his eyebrows as he wiped his hands on the front of his pants. "Can we get you anything?" Dad asked before clasping his hands together.
"I have to admit I'm surprised to see you two together." Mom said with a dark smile as she looked between us.
"Why is that?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.
"Well you didn't seem too happy last time you were here." She shrugged taking a long look at my boyfriend. "Come, sit." She lead us into the family room and gestured to the love seat.
"I'll get drinks." Dad said from the door, clearly happy for a short out. Edward and I sat stiffly next to each other as mom sat on the opposite side of the coffee table in her favorite wing-backed chair.
"Edward..." Mom lifted a perfectly arched eyebrow at my boyfriend and I reflexively angled my knees toward him. "You look so much like your father when he was young." She smiled, her eyes studying him from head to toe. He gave her a tense smile and said nothing else. "Just as fit too."
"Mom, what the fuck?" I hissed. "What are you doing?"
"Just making polite conversation." I shook my head and sighed.
"Look, we didn't come here for a long chat."
"Then what are you here for?" She asked. I turned to Edward and he huffed.
"You weren't on good terms when we left and I was hoping you could reconcile but it doesn't look like that'll happen." He said, clearing his throat. "Maybe you just need time."
"Thanks, dear, but I'd rather you not meddle in our familial affairs." Renee said, something sparking in her eye as she looked at him. "Speaking of, Isabella," she turned her gaze to me and it immediately went cold. "Give us a moment." I opened my mouth and she just made a shooing motion with her hand. Edward touched my forearm, his eyes telling me he'd be okay. "Isabella, dear, go." Renee stood and I moved toward the door, not before seeing her take my place on the couch. I went to find my dad and quickly, passed the kitchen knowing he wasn't in there. I cracked the door to his office open to see him swirling a glass of brandy in his hand as he looked out of the window opposite the door.
"Dad?" I said quietly, he jumped in his chair and set his glass down.
"Bella."
"How goes the drink thing?" I smirked trying to move past the shit with my mom. After twenty five years of knowing her it was best to just let things go.
He shook his head and widened his eyes. "Your mother..." He looked behind me, out the door with a lifted eyebrow. "Where's Edward?"
"Mom, wanted to talk to him about meddling in family affairs alone." I shrugged.
"So you abandoned him?"
"He's a grown man, dad. He's spoken with mom before."
"That was before your mother knew you were officially dating." He sighed.
"Yeah, why is she acting so..." I didn't even know what to call it. "I mean, is it the trust fund? You guys wanted me to find a guy or whatever... She just doesn't want me to get the trust?"
"Is that really why you're with Edward?"
I gasped, "Hell no, I'm with him because I love him and I'm admittedly a dependent person." Dad chuckled. "But she's doing this because she doesn't want me having the trust fund? Tell her to stop, I need Edward more than that damn money anyway."
"It's not money, dear."
"Then what-?"
"Your mother has issues with the Cullen's." My eyes widened and I went to sit in the chair I always sat in as a child when I was in trouble.
"What kind of issues?" I asked, hoping that our family businesses weren't the reason she tried to mess us up. "Like bigger than what happened with Christmas?"
He nodded, "Oh yeah. Now look, don't tell too many people but… your mother has had a thing for Carlisle Cullen since he first moved here with his family."
"A thing for or a thing with?" I almost screamed. Dad jumped and gestured for me to keep my voice down.
Why does my life suck?
"For." He sighed, shaking his head. "I thought it was with, for a good amount of time when you were around six." He bit the inside of his cheek.
"Did something end up happening?" I asked, my heart dropping as I looked at my father's sullen face.
"Uh, no." He shook his head. "She did preposition Carlisle during your senior year of high school." He grimaced and shook his head. I frowned vaguely remembering going to Edward's more often than not, because of the arguing. I was almost positive they were going to divorce before I graduated. The Cullen's always welcomed me with open arms though.
"And?"
"Mr. Cullen shot her down. He's really a good guy, really loves his wife and kids." He said with a nod. "She's-" he sighed. "This is just a guess, but I think your mother is angry about your relationship with Edward because you got the Cullen and she didn't."
"How can you just sit here and talk about it like that's not your own wife screwing you over?"
"She tried… she didn't succeed so she hasn't technically done any wrong." I furrowed my eyebrows. "And a divorce wouldn't look good for either of us." I searched his eyes to see him a broken man. My father still loved Mom, he didn't want to lose her. He was better than me, I would have left her ass years ago.
"Dad..."
"It's fine, Bella." He shook his head and I frowned. "I assure you, the Cullen men are a loyal group. But it could potentially get awkward if your mother makes another move on your boyfriend."
I coughed, shocked. "Another move?!"
"Edward has been a good sport about it all but this is getting out of hand-" A good sport?
"What the hell are you talking about?!" I asked shooting out of my chair. It scrapped across the floor and dad's eyes widened. "Good sport?!" Footsteps echoed through the hall and my dad put a finger to his lips.
"Where in the world could they have snuck off to?" Mom asked lightly, there was no response from Edward before pushed the office door open. He gave me a stiff smile and Mom went and stood next to dad's chair, draping an arm over his shoulders.
"How was your talk, dear?" Dad asked, she mouthed good with a smile before sending Edward a look I couldn't quite decipher. He came to stand behind me and I grabbed his hand, moving so I was slightly in front of him. Mom rolled her eyes and cracked a smile.
"We're leaving. Dad, I'll call you later." He nodded and I pulled Edward out of the room.
"How long has this been going on?" I asked him as we headed to the door. I wrapped my arm around his waist to let him know I wasn't angry with him. I was pissed at my mother for putting him in this situation. I knew he wasn't recuperating and that it was probably a bit nerve wracking seeing as he was so much younger than my mother. He was in a shitty place.
"What?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows as we headed down the porch steps.
"This thing with Mom?"
"Woah!" He held up his hands. "There is no thing with her..."
"Don't lie to me, Edward."
"I'm not lying…" He shrugged and pursed his lips. "I mean, she's been around since high school. It's not that bad though, she harmlessly flirts..." He shrugged again and opened my car door, smiling as I sat down. I furrowed my eyebrows as he walked around the car. Of course the flirting wouldn't bother him, he thrived on it. Was he unintentionally leading my mother on because he liked attention?
This is so fucked up…
I propped my elbow up on the door and massaged my neck. The car was silent as we took off, and exited the estate. I really just wanted a cigarette… Maybe sometime alone…
"Not again." Edward sighed, his eyes darting to me. "They aren't going to mess us up again, Bella."
"Why are you flirting with my mother?" I asked, squinting in confusion. I really couldn't wrap my head around it.
"I am not flirting with your mom. She flirts with me. It's been like that for a while…" He sighed and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. "It's just how she is."
"It is not "how she is" my mom doesn't even flirt with her husband." I scoffed, scowling at the snow covers street.
"Sorry." He shook his head and his jaw ticked.
"You didn't do anything wrong…" I bit my lip, wondering if I should tell him about my mom and his dad. "She's after a Cullen." I blurted.
Well I guess that settles that.
"She's after a Cullen? What does that mean?" He asked with an easy smile.
"It means exactly what it sounds like." I said, sitting straighter in my seat. "She went after your father our senior year."
"Went after him for what?" He sounded as clueless as he was.
"Do people not cheat in the UK, Edward?" I bitched. He sent me a wide eyed side glance and I frowned.
"I haven't been to England in twenty years, Bella." He mimicked what I had to often remind him of.
"My mother tried to get your father to sleep with her." I said slowly, watching his smile fade into a grimace.
"Why would she do that?"
"Your dad is pretty hot…" I shrugged, it was true. Edward was the younger carbon copy of his father, minus the hair and eye color.
"…Thanks?" He cocked his head to the side and I couldn't help but smile a little. "So what, does this make us siblings, because I'm pretty sure incest is illegal?"
"It is, honey. And no, it doesn't make us siblings." I rolled my eyes and he chuckled. "Why are you being so cool about all of this?" It was kind of a bummer that he was still acting normal… or normal for Edward. I was expecting him to freak, and then we could simultaneously flip our shit. Together. But I just felt dramatic as he sat next to me smirking.
"Because, there has to be at least one sane person in this relationship. I mean, this isn't really shocking news. Our parents have been close since I moved here. Especially my dad and Renee, they're like what? Best friends?"
"All friendships don't end in sex, Edward." I rolled my eyes and he gave me a 'really?' look. "I mean ours might have-"
"Did."
"-But our parents are married."
"I trust they did the right thing."
"Your dad did the right thing." I shook my head, feeling extraordinarily disappointed in my mother.
"Well, baby, you have to admit. Your mother is kind of the Tanya D. of her generation." I sat in silence as I though over his words, lips pursed.
"Oh damn it!" I slapped the dashboard and he gave me a horrified stare before caressing the leather on the dash. "Wait, you slept with Tanya!"
"Yeah, well if you're worried about our parents actually having done the deed, they didn't. My dad wasn't the charming, English stud that I am."
"Uh, yes he was, more so than you, because he is a real Englishman. Born and raised. He just wasn't the whore you were." He rolled his eyes.
"I wasn't a whore. I was just practicing to become the sex virtuoso I am now." He scoffed and held out one hand. "You're welcome. And I'm more charming that he is because in England, he sounds just like everyone else."
"Like you do here." I said, just trying to push his buttons. The fading of his accent was always a sore spot for him.
"I do not sound like you people." He grimaced.
"You can't say you people, Edward. You've been a citizen for decades now. You speak like us and you act like us. Suck it up." I shook my head, realizing he'd gotten me off track, which was probably his intention.
"Oh so I am an American, but I can't complain like the rest of you?"
I huffed dramatically, "Our parents are fucking, Edward! Stay on track. My mother wants you!"
"Shocker! Tell me something I don't know." He pulled into his driveway and I frowned. "Everyone wants me, honey, it's-"
"The face, yeah I know." I rolled my eyes and pulled out my phone. "I'll just have to call Alice and we can freak out together."
"You're such a drama queen. Look, I know for a fact my father wouldn't stray, not even for your mom, honey. Everything is still right with the world." He shrugged. "Then, once we get married, your mom will back off of me and head for Emmett. It's a cycle, but it's all going to be okay." I froze at the mention of marriage but he didn't seem to notice my stopping, or his use of the word.
"It's not okay…" I said slowly, trying to keep up with the conversation even though my heart was thudding like I'd run a marathon.
"Don't get weird on me because of the marriage comment, lovie." He smirked with a roll of his eyes as he waited for me to join him on the porch.
"I'm not getting weird…" I said with a terse smile, because I was getting weird. "We've just never talked about this before."
"You are getting weird. But it's okay, we can just Bradgelina it." He joked, picking me up and slinging me over his shoulder. "Play house for years and adopt a bunch of kids from other countries. It's cute."
"Seriously, Edward… Would you marry me?"
"Oh my god!" He squealed, his voice raising a few octave as he put me down and waved his hand in front of his face. "Is this for real?! Yes!" He smashed my cheeks together and kissed me chastely, making me giggle and roll my eyes.
"Edward," I grabbed his hands, entwining my fingers with his. "be serious." I met his eyes and they radiated the same amount of love that I felt.
"Of course I would, baby." He kissed my nose and bent down to pick me up again. "We were obviously meant to be together." He carried me into the living room bridal style and I kissed his jaw with a wide smile.
"Oh obvi." I laughed as he dropped me on the couch, before diving on top of me and devouring my neck.
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