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Leaving the hospital, Edward led me to his car, keeping a strong grip on my hand.
"I packed everything. It's in the car."
"What happened?" I whispered.
"Coach happened. He told me that he understands my personal life is important, but if I don't bring money home, what would you think of me?" He glanced at me, rolling his eyes. "There's a game soon. Away. And I'd like if you came with us."
"I will. And he's wrong," I said, rubbing his arm. "I liked that you were here with me and not there."
"I liked it too." He opened the car's door. "We'll stop by my house. I'm tired and I can't drive to Seattle. Tomorrow…you decide if you want to come back with me, or wait a few more days and come back with the others."
"Are you going to make up with Emmett?" I asked as he slipped behind the wheel.
"No idea." He ran a hand through his hair. "You think he'll forgive me, if we talk civilized."
I hadn't told him that. But I was sure Emmett would understand it. "How do you know…" My voice faded. "In my sleep?" I asked, cringing.
"Yep." Edward chuckled. "You say the most marvelous things in your sleep."
"Keep them to yourself. I don't want to know what atrocities I'm uttering."
He shot me a smirk. "It's nothing like that. Besides your obsession with making me talk to Emmett, you say that you love me every night, and lately, you're mumbling about Bob and babies. It's quite funny."
"Oh, crap! They don't know, do they?"
"Uhh no. Guess we should tell them?"
"It's not our secret, Edward. We can't just tell them something like that."
When he parked in front of the house, it was well past one in the morning. I turned to the back seat to grab our bags, but Edward beat me to it, glaring at me.
"Humor me."
"Oh, I forgot you're trying the gentleman card," I laughed, patting his leg.
He smirked, kissing my cheek and got out of the car. He started to the front door.
Oh, well, it was good as it lasted, I thought to myself, reaching to open my door. When I closed it, the sound echoed in the quiet night.
"Shh," Edward hissed, turning to me.
"Sorry," I mumbled, catching up with him. "For a gentleman, you forgot to open my door," I added playfully.
"My hands were full and I thought you didn't like the damsel in distress thing," he said, giving me his cocky grin.
"Jerk."
Putting the bags down, he took his keys from his pocket and unlocked the door, allowing me to go inside before following me and closing the door.
There was light coming from the living room, but we realized it was just the light from the tree.
"Are you hungry?" he whispered.
"Let's go to sleep. We don't want to wake up everyone," I whispered, taking his hand.
"You should have said yes," he mumbled, following me.
"Are you?"
"Sorta," he chuckled.
I turned around, running straight into him. Lucky we were only a couple of stairs ahead so he didn't fall from too high.
"Ow!" Edward groaned.
"Sorry." I giggled, offering him my hand.
"What was that for? I swear, I wasn't even looking at your ass."
I laughed, putting my hand over my mouth. "I wanted to grab something to eat. But I ran into you."
"Maybe we should refrain from contact on stairs, altogether," he grumbled, swatting my hand away and getting up on his own. "Fuck, my ass hurts."
"I'm really sorry," I repeated, heading to the kitchen.
He left the bags at the bottom of the stairs, coming after me. He caught my hand when I wanted to flip the light on. "We'll get something then eat in my room."
We were so focused on the contents of the fridge that we failed to hear footsteps on the stairs. Only when a loud thump sounded from the hallway, did we turned to look in that direction.
"Dad isn't coming back," Edward muttered, looking worried to the hallway. "I'll go check what happened."
I decided to close the door of the fridge…against his knee.
"Fuck, Bella! I have to meet with Coach in the morning."
I bit my lip, not really wanting to repeat myself. "If the light would have been on…" I hinted.
"There was light from the fridge, all right. You throw me down the stairs then destroy my knee."
I swallowed my retort when a figure appeared in the doorway. "Argh!" I jumped behind Edward. He backed away, pushing me to the counter as he held the knife he had just grabbed from the dishwasher.
As the person from the doorway, approached, Edward raised his hand, which was shaking. He was always fighting with Emmett, Bob or Jacob, and now he decided to be a coward.
"Whoa! Don't stab me, bro!" Emmett shouted, flipping the light on.
"Holy fuck, Emmett," Edward groaned, letting the knife fall. "Couldn't have told us it was you, could you?"
"Next time, I'll shout my name before going in a room you're in, you pussy."
"What happened to you?" I asked, finding my voice. There were a few scratches on his forearm.
"You answer that, Boop. What were those bags doing there?"
Edward laughed, grabbing the knife from the floor, putting it on the counter before opening the fridge again. I looked between them. Emmett was inspecting his bruised hand, while Edward was waist deep into the fridge.
Just as I was about to make them talk, Esme appeared in the kitchen. "What's all the ruckus? Oh, you're home!" she exclaimed happy. She came to me, hugging me tightly, asking about Dad.
"He'll be okay," I explained.
"I'm glad. When Carlisle told me it was your father, I was so worried."
"I wished he let me stay with him."
"Oh, you know how men are, sweetie, but I heard there's someone there to take care of him."
"Yes, Sue." I nodded.
She smiled, patting my cheek. "He'll be all right in no time. You'll see."
"Hello, son. Oh, so nice to see you! How have you been? Fucking excellent," Edward grumbled, glaring playfully at his mom.
She grinned, hugging him. "I can see you're fine. Though, I would have loved to have you all here for Christmas."
"Next year," he answered, looking at Emmett. "Besides, we've been busy."
"Edward," I warned him. It really wasn't our story to tell. Thank God for that.
"What happened?" Esme asked, looking between us expectant.
"It's not really important," I mumbled.
"Bob's a dad," Edward answered, dodging my hand that rose to slap him.
"Sorry?" Esme asked, genuinely shocked.
"What did you just say?" Emmett asked, his eyes growing twice in size.
I sighed, and started telling them about how Tanya hadn't felt well, then Edward filled in the places I didn't know – from the hospital – and we finished with the few days spent at Bob's house.
"And his position?" Emmett broke the silence that had fallen after our short story.
"I'm still trying to make Shaw understand he can't find someone as good as Bob in such a short time notice and…well, that there are a few more months until the end of the year."
"Yeah, Gravel's very good as center." Emmett nodded. "Uhh…" He scratched his head. "Can we talk for a bit?"
"I'm tired," Edward told him, getting up and leaving the kitchen.
I was glad Esme had left after hearing the story, leaving us alone. I looked at Emmett and realized that he was sorry for how he had acted.
"Why don't you go after him?" I urged him. "I'll clean the dishes."
"But it's three in the morni….oh, right. Thanks." He grinned, rushing up the stairs.
Taking all the time I could, I crept up the stairs, seeing the bags missing. The room across from Edward's was empty. I wanted my pajamas.
Just as I was about to open Edward's door, I heard them talking. I didn't want to interrupt them so I went back to the guest room, stripping off my jeans and snuggling under the blanket after making quick work of my bra. Best pajamas ever: t-shirt and panties.
Some time later, I felt the bed dipping and arms wrapping around me, but I didn't wake up. I knew it was Edward.
Morning brought Miss Red Ridding Hood with it. There was a dull ache in my back and my stomach was on fire. I had completely lost track of time what with the events in my life. I was completely unprepared.
Opening an eye, I saw it was barely eight in the morning. Edward was still behind me because I could hear his snores and feel his heat. I coiled up, pressing my hand to my lower stomach, willing the pain to go away. I was still tired and I didn't want it to happen. It will be an hour or so before I should have to worry about tampons.
When the pain had finally left me somewhat, I was relaxed enough to snooze for a few more minutes when Edward decided to turn around, jostling me.
"Fuck," I moaned as my child giving parts decided to party.
"Bella?" he asked, groggily.
I took a deep breath, pressing my palm further to the heated skin on my tummy. "Hey," I mumbled.
"What's wrong?" he whispered, peeking behind my shoulder at me. "Are you okay?"
I blushed, refusing to answer him. It was always weird those few days. But I had to get past my embarrassment and tell him to go to his sister for help.
"Can you bring Alice? Or Rose?"
"Can't I help you?" he insisted, kissing my shoulder.
"You wouldn't."
"Try me," Edward said on a patronizing tone. "Besides, it's so fucking early. They'll kill me if I wake them up."
"Would you go to the pharmacy for me?" I asked, sarcastically.
"Of course. What do I get you?" He was out of bed.
I laughed, turning to see him better when his jaw dropped as I announced him of what I needed. "Just some Tylenol and tampons," I said off-handedly.
His wide eyes jerked to my lower part then he gulped and cringed. A hand went to his hair, molesting it. Then finally, he cleared his throat.
"What kind?"
"Are you serious?" I shouted.
"Well, you need it…it's not like you can live without…" Edward squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head. "Just tell me what to get."
"Alice," I mumbled. "Please."
"Alice? Is that a brand name?"
"Your sister, Edward."
He didn't argue with me again, disappearing from the room quietly. I rolled on my side again, wishing I would fall asleep.
There was a loud thumping noise from a floor bellow. Edward had woken Alice up. I felt horrible for him getting hurt. I knew Alice was anal about her sleeping hours.
A minute later, the door opened and she rushed to my side. "What is it, Bella?"
"Uhh, the monthly friend. I don't have anything on me."
"Oh. I'll fetch you something. Can you wait a little longer?" she asked sheepishly. "I need to grab some ice for Edward. I sort of sent him into the closet."
"Is he okay?" I asked, worried.
"I think so. I'll be quick."
I decided to go to Edward's room to grab my bag, but the way to the door seemed to take hours. I hadn't had such pains in a few months. When I finally reached the door and crossed the small hallway, Alice appeared next to me.
"What are you doing out of bed?"
"I need my clothes. The bag's in Edward's room," I grumbled.
After a shower, I used Alice's supplies before putting on a pair of sweats and one of Edward's shirts, along with a pair of woolen socks. As I exited the bathroom, I collided with Edward. He steadied me, grinning.
"Are you okay?" he whispered, looking worried at me.
I nodded. "After a pain killer, I'll be even better." I touched the side of his head making him wince. "What did she do?"
"It wasn't exactly her…" he started. "It was Jasper…. Remind me again, why I am the only one listening to the rules."
"What rules?" I laughed. "You slept in the guest bedroom with me."
"Anyway, he gave me a jujitsu move or something, right on my right shoulder. I fell, hitting my head on the closet."
I giggled, reaching up to kiss the red spot. "Now, all better. No more boo-boo."
Edward took my hand, leading me downstairs. "I'll go back in a few hours. Are you coming with me?"
"I don't think so. I'm really tired and well…" I trailed off, feeling silly to blame it on my little problem.
"I get it. Stay here, and feel better."
Jasper was in the kitchen, battling eggs for omelet probably. I went to help him, not sure if he knew what he was doing.
"Shoo! I'm cooking this morning." He pushed me away.
I went at the table as Edward lingered, inspecting the crackling bacon and sausage in the other pan.
"You too, Cullen!" Jasper hissed, slapping the towel on Edward's ass, who yelped loudly, scurrying away.
"That was so hot. Can you do it again, Jazz?" I asked, entertained.
I was surprised when he listened to me. Edward ducked out of his way and the towel hit the nape of his neck.
"Sure, feed the monster, why don't you?" Edward grumbled, rubbing his neck. "I'm too good with you," he muttered to me.
I collapsed over the table, laughing so hard there were tears in my eyes. Through blurry eyes I saw Edward approaching the stove again.
"Whoa! Stop that, Jazz! I'm starved and I have to go meet with Shaw in a few hours."
"There's milk in the fridge. Cereal on the table."
"Fuck you."
"Not now, hun, I'm cooking."
"Excuse me, I'm going to throw up," Edward groaned, bending over the sink making gagging noises.
I was close to wheezing as Esme appeared in the kitchen. She rushed to Edward, not knowing he wasn't sick for real.
"Are you feeling sick, honey?"
"Yes," Edward mumbled reaching up and slapping Jasper. "This fucker is trying to molest me."
"You're trying to steal my wiener."
I snorted out, sending spit a foot in front of me.
"Sorry, worded it wrongly," Jasper added.
"Yeah, like I fucking believe you. I'll just stop at a fast-food place on the road."
When he made to go, Esme stopped him, still looking confused. "Are you leaving? You just came."
"Yes, I slept over. I have to meet with Coach." Edward shrugged.
"You can't leave without eating. Sit down and wait for Jasper to finish."
"Fuck my life," Edward muttered as he plopped next to me.
The others started waking up and coming in search of food. When Alice sneaked under Jasper's arm and stole a piece of sausage, Edward had had it.
"That's it! Why did you allow her to do it? I'm in a hurry!"
"Yes, Alice," I buttered in. "You just stole Jasper's wiener. It was for Edward."
"Bella!" Edward yelled, turning to me. "It's not funny."
"Children!" Esme raised her voice.
After eating breakfast, Edward got up, going upstairs. I knew he was grabbing his bag, ready to go. When I saw him coming back with the duffle bag on his shoulder, I realized I was really going to miss him over the next few days.
"I have to go. I promise to stay more next time I visit," he told Esme. "I'll see you back at school," he added to the others.
"Insist with Shaw to keep Gravel," Emmett told him.
"You bet I will. Bye."
He jerked his head to me, telling me silently to follow him. I should have been put off with his behavior, but I knew he was stressed and feelings weren't his forte subject.
After depositing his bag in the car, he pressed me against the closed door, leaning into me.
"I'm going to miss you, Bella," he mumbled, looking down at me.
My breath hitched at the raw emotion in his eyes. I reached up, bringing his head to me so we could kiss. It started as a short, normal kiss, but it rapidly turned into a full make out session. Our tongues were on a battle of their own as his fingers went under my shirt, running over my back.
"If it weren't for your visitor…I'd fucking take you right here."
That did weird things to me and my stomach. Unsure how to answer such a thing, I claimed his lips again.
"Call me," I murmured against his lips when we separated.
His cheeks flushed pink and he looked uncomfortable for a second. "Uhh, I hope you don't mind but I changed your ringtone for me."
"Why would you do such a thing?" I demanded, stepping away from our embrace. He gave me a stern look. "Oh, the blond dude was giving you insecurities." I nodded, rolling my eyes.
"I accept that you like Bon Jovi, stop rubbing it in my face. You'll hear the ringtone tonight." He winked. "I love you." He kissed me again, bringing me close to him.
"I love you too, my love," I mumbled.
"Drop it."
"Nope."
He groaned, pressing his forehead onto mine. "Your first name in my contact list was BB then somehow, you became my love."
"BB?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Beautiful Bitch," he answered smoothing, but took a few steps back.
"I have to say that…I didn't have your number for the longest time. Which is weird considering you had mine and you could have sent me creepy texts. Besides…you're just Edward." I shrugged.
"Now, I'm hurt, my love."
"Would it make you feel better if I changed your name into Cockyward or Jerkward?"
He laughed heartily, hugging me. "Never change."
"I am not planning to…"
His phone started vibrating, cutting our departure short. "It's Shaw," Edward mumbled, kissing me quickly again then jogging to the other side of the car, answering the phone.
"Don't drive and talk," I warned him.
He blew me a kiss and winked over the top of the car before stepping inside, strapping his seat belt. His phone was tucked between his ear and shoulder as he peeled off.
Was he ever going to listen to me?
Here we are, another chapter. Lately, this story goes so smoothly. Currently, I'm writing chapter 44. I have big plans for them and I'm not a great fan of sequels so we'll have it all here. Till the very end.
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