A/N: Let's keep going now.
* jumps up and down *
Special Note: I'm all up for criticism in the reviews, I just ask that if you don't like it or disagree with something, I or any of the other authors write, that you be respectful about it. We do this for free and take time out of our RL and families in order to write such stories. We do this out of love.
Disclaimer: Stephenie owns all things Twilight. I own the bunny that attacked me to write this.
Beta: HollBeth
Simply Promised
Chapter 36
BPOV
We somehow end up with him on the chair I had just been staring at with me straddling his lap.
He rubs soothing circles down my back, adding a little extra pressure in the lower region right where my panty line should reside.
His other hand is rubbing my scalp.
My head is tilted to the side, letting him know that he needs to scratch a bit more.
I'm not an idiot... I know how we look from an outside perspective.
But this is us... comfortable, together.
I know that I should still be mad at him... I still am mad at him...
But damn it, I missed him more.
"I hate you but please don't stop."
A moan escapes my throat as his magic finger dips a little harder on my spine.
"Right here?" he asks, pressing on the wrong spot.
I shift a bit, moving forward so our chests are almost touching.
I stick out my lower half a bit and...
"Fuck, right there. Don't stoooop."
A timid knock sounds on the door.
A throat clears...a couple of times.
"I'm coming in," warns the voice.
I want to laugh at how ridiculous Daddy C is being, but I'm too comfortable.
He comes in and helps me get situated on the cold plastic table.
He asks all the questions and begins his exam.
Ed continues to rub my scalp in soothing circles as Daddy C. continues to mutter to himself about numbers and dates and...
I'm so tired and the rubbing feels so, so, so good.
It's not long before I hear and see nothing.
My body hurts like crazy...especially my chest.
My eyes feel so heavy that it's not without difficulty that I open them.
Slow at first... and then I'm staring at greyish eyes.
"Morning," I whisper, my voice super hoarse.
Despite the dark circles under his eyes, the new age lines that have appeared, a few bruises produced by me...
He has a serene look to him...
Happy...
Calm and... resigned?
It's freaking me out.
"Why are you still staring at me?"
"Why do you always say your eyes are the color of feces?"
Say what?
"Um..."
I don't know how to answer that, not because I don't understand the question, but because I'm wondering why he's asking it.
It's just so fucking random.
"They're brown and boring?"
"No," he says, shaking his head slightly. "They're cinnamon."
The pain in my chest is getting slightly more uncomfortable.
Ed is making me uncomfortable.
He helps me sit up on the bed and it's then that I noticed that I'm already dressed.
What the hell?
I look at Ed and raise an eyebrow in question only to have him look down and blush.
Okay... really... what the hell is going on?
A/N: Reviews are the same as Ed rubbing your scalp... Oh you just better leave me some luv.