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At the Rookie Challenge I was in the arena, shouting and jumping. I was glad I wasn't alone, though the only persons that could come were Liz and Ed. Everyone else had been caught up in their thing and Esme had promised to try and make it but she got a last minute new project. Edward had let it slide, but made everyone promise to be there on his next game.
He was great and he scored most of the points. I could see it on Liz and Ed's faces how proud of him they were, how they regretted what had happened. Surprisingly, we had become really close to them, leaving the past where it belonged. The times Edward talked about that were few and far in between, but I was always there to listen to him. Once or twice, while we were having dinner at their place, one thing led to another and before I knew it, they were talking about one of those times. Like every bad thing, if you talk about it, you feel better, lighter and that's how they were once the odd moment was over. The conversation flowed lightly after the awkward moment.
As the last whistle blow was heard, I shot up and rushed down the stairs. I knew I wasn't really allowed to do it, but I wanted to hug him so bad. He had done most of the work.
I skidded to a stop at the edge of the court and looked at the guard that wasn't paying attention to me so I stealthy dashed behind him and wrapped my arms around Edward who was drinking water. He jumped and choked on the water before turning to me.
"Technically, you shouldn't be here."
"Technically, you were amazing!" I shouted, hugging him tightly. "She's with me," he said over my shoulder. "Bella, you should really wait outside."
I nodded, kissed his sweaty and stubbly cheek before shooting a grin to the guard and went to find Liz and Ed.
It was one of those few times I was all alone with them. We waited for what felt like an hour, outside the arena.
"I think we should go check if he's still alive," Ed joked after every one from the team had left.
Just then did Edward emerge out the doors, hair wet from his shower, duffle bag on his shoulder, cap on his pinkie as he had a pad and a pencil in his hand, scribbling away for a girl at his side who was talking loudly. He offered her pad and pencil back, grinning and whispering something before coming our way.
"Hi, sorry it took so long. They wanted an interview and I had to shower then I got sidetracked, more like swamped. Anyone hungry?"
"I'm starving," Ed said loudly, wrapping his arm around Edward's shoulders and stirring him away.
I stared after them in disbelief. "Uh, girlfriend, right here," I found myself whining.
Edward looked over his shoulder at me and lifted his left arm. "Come here, fiancée," he said sternly.
I moved under his protective arm and kissed his mouth quickly. "You were amazing."
"You said that before. Tell me something new."
"Is this thing getting to your head?" I asked, jabbing him in the ribs.
"Depends which head we're talking about."
"Ant…Edward!" Liz shouted scandalized. It wouldn't have been the first time she had dropped the Anthony bomb. I realized she tended to call him that when he did some bad deed.
Edward had become used to it or so it seemed. He gasped, leaning over Ed to look at her. "Did you just call me ant? Do I look like a fucking ant?" he joked, showing all his pearly white teeth.
"Cullen, shut up!" I demanded.
Dinner went well as long as you made abstraction of all the times someone came over to our table to talk to Edward. I knew from college that he wasn't really into this attention thing, but it looked like suddenly he liked it.
During dessert, Liz changed the subject from basketball. I preferred it to what she wanted to talk about.
"So Bella, dear, have you thought of a date?"
"A date?" I frowned, not understanding at first.
"For the wedding, of course," she explained, smiling.
Edward choked on his bite and started thumping against his chest, his eyes watering. Yeah, I was equally shocked. Once he was okay, I focused on Liz.
"We haven't discussed that," I whispered, glancing at Edward.
He was too quiet. Did he have something up his sleeve?
"Actually," he said hoarsely after all his coughing. "I've been thinking…and well…" He looked me in the eye. "Do you want to do it this August?"
"In six months?" I squeaked. "Uh, no."
"Why not?" he asked worried. "Is it too soon?"
"Yes, too soon to organize it."
"But Rose and Em…"
"Alice and Jasper had planned the wedding for over a year! They had to double everything once Rose and Emmett decided to do it too. Edward, we can't find anything," I told him seriously.
"Leave the place on me," Ed told us.
"Carmen's husband owns a restaurant," Liz offered off-handedly.
"Oh, um…I dunno…" I felt like I was stuck between a rock and a hard place.
"If you two really want this, we can do it in six months. I organized our wedding in one month," Liz explained, beaming at her husband.
"Where do you want to do it?" Ed asked seriously.
Edward looked just as lost as I felt. It had been one fleeting thought that turned into…this. "Uh, we will talk about it and come back to you," he said, forcing a smile. "What the hell is happening?" he asked fervently in my ear.
"You tell me. You brought it up."
"Fuck me." He closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose before opening his eyes and returning to his meal.
We tried restarting the conversation but Liz managed to end up talking about the wedding whatever I tried saying.
After arriving back at the hotel we were staying in Orlando where the games were, we went to our room. Edward closed the door behind him and slumped against it.
"Holy fuck! I'm not suggesting anything anymore."
I laughed, turning to him. "Well, you can talk now. For how long have you thought about it?"
"For a few weeks now, but it was just an idea."
"Now it's a plan in making. Wanna bet she's calling Esme right now?" I asked, smiling.
His eyes widened. "No." After a few minutes, Edward suggested a bath and I happily agreed.
As Edward ran the bath, I searched for towels to have them close by when we got out. My phone rang, making me groan. I wasn't going to let it stop me from taking a bath with Edward.
"Hello?" I asked distracted, stepping into the bathroom, carrying the towels.
Edward took them from me, raising an eyebrow. "Mom," I mouthed.
"Hi, Bella! We just watched the game on TV. I have to say that Edward has talent," Mom told me.
"Really? That's nice." At least she called. She could have come. She was so close to us.
"What are your plans for tomorrow?" she asked.
"Uh, dunno," I mumbled distracted by Edward who was naked and into the tub by now. "Look Mom, I'll call you back."
"Oh, okay, honey. Go and celebrate. And tell Edward he was great."
"Sure. Bye."
I stripped quickly and stepped into the tub, sitting between his legs. The water was the perfect temperature.
"What did your mom want?" he murmured against my neck.
"To tell you how great you were," I answered, twisting my neck to kiss him.
We started kissing hungrily and I knew that we had to move out soon, but before anything happened, his phone blared loudly.
"Fuck it," he mumbled, nibbling on my lower lip.
It kept ringing until he snatched it off the floor. "What?" he barked. His eyes widened and he scooted back, sitting straighter in the tub. "Mom."
I muffled my giggles in my palm as he shot me daggers before putting the phone on speaker.
"…could you not tell me!" Esme sounded upset.
"Mom," Edward groaned. "It was just a silly thought and she made a big deal out of it!"
"Silly thought?" she wailed. "You want to get married this August!"
"Uh, hi, Esme," I interjected. "We haven't really discussed it."
"We're doing this if you want. Of course, you have to decide where you want the wedding, what you want. I'm sure we can do this, between all of us and…."
"MOM! Take a breath!"
"Edward, don't tell me to calm down. I should have known it will come after the news you had in December."
"We'll talk about it and call you back," I promised.
"Yes, do call me, Bella. You have to give me your mother's number. I have to talk to her too," she added thoughtfully.
Esme and Renee. I couldn't have that. And then Alice too. Oh, no. They were going to…go over the board with everything. And Liz too. I felt panic settling in.
When I had relaxed somewhat, I realized Edward had hung up.
"I say we elope," he said seriously.
"They're going to kill us."
"They're going to drive us insane with all the planning," he pointed out, bringing me to his chest.
"Do you really want to talk about that now?" I questioned, turning around and straddling his hips.
"Oh, not really. I'm so tired. I just want you and then sleep." He shot me his trademark smile before grasping my hips and bringing me closer to him. I could feel him hard already and ready for me. His hands caressed the skin on my stomach before going south and cupping my sex. I moaned, throwing my head back. I needed him so badly.
Edward didn't waste much time before he started thrusting two fingers inside me and all too soon they were replaced by his erection. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he lowered me on the other side of the tub, moving his hips urgently. It felt so good.
"Please, it has to be August. I want you always with me," he gasped out. "Please."
"Yes," I moaned, clawing at his back as I was grasping on the last threads of the real world. "August," I agreed.
Then we fell apart and lay there until we realized the water was cold and our skin was pruny.
The next day we went to the All Stars game and Edward explained things to me most of the game. Chicago Bulls was playing LA Lakers. I had seen some of the player on TV and it felt amazing to actually see them live. We had the best tickets considering he was one of the teams' players.
"I want this. One day," he whispered, leaning into me. "Can you imagine?"
I smiled, laying my head on his shoulder. "I'm sure you'll be brilliant. Like usual."
"Oh, but this is for the show, Bella. You know that, right?"
"I know that," I huffed. "Thanks to Wikipedia," I added under my breath, but he heard me and chuckled, kissing my forehead.
"I told you too, but you weren't paying attention. On Valentine's Day."
I grinned, snuggling better into his side before focusing on the game.
By the end of the game, Lakers won, but there were no hard feelings and I realized that the opponents were even friends. Well, that was a nice change from what I had seen in college. Every team we had played, were only rivals.
Sunday we went home and after dropping Ed and Liz to their house, we went to grab some take-out since I didn't want to cook.
"Home," Edward groaned as we stepped inside. He dropped his duffle bag by the door along with the small wheel-suitcase, toed his sneakers out and went to the living room, plopping on the couch.
"Yeah, it's so good to be home, but…what did I tell you about the sneakers?" I asked, following him.
"I'll put them away later."
I found him lounged on the couch, his feet dangling over the edge, one hand over his eyes.
"Why don't you go and sleep? I told you we'd be tired if we went to celebrate."
"It was a nice party, and yes, you were right. Let's eat a little then take a nap," Edward told me, sitting up.
We ended up eating from the other's box since I didn't really like what I had bought for me and he didn't like his since it was too spicy. Once we were done eating, he grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. Taking off our jeans, we jumped under the cover and fell asleep.
When we woke up from the nap, we talked about August and it was settled. After that, I went to the living room and called Mom while he stayed in the bedroom to call Esme. It was going to be an interesting conversation.
Surprisingly, Renee was happy to hear we had set a date and she insisted she had to talk to Esme. What was it with them and talking? I gave her Esme's number and told her we'd decide most of the things, they just had to take over the bigger part of the wedding like the place, the organization and such things. I wanted to have a say in the clothes department, the guest list and the theme since Mom seemed adamant to have a summer theme.
Just as I hung up with her, Edward shuffled inside the room, phone in hand. He offered it to me. "It's Alice."
"Hi, Alice," I said, wondering if she knew.
"How can you take such decisions without me? In a few months! It's so soon, Bella. There won't be time for anything!" she wailed.
"Alice, chill. I told my Mom that we want a small wedding."
"Yes, Mom told me that Edward said the same thing," she huffed.
"So it will be small and if you interfere, you better run it by me first," I threatened. "Because I swear to you if this blows up, we're eloping."
"Yeah, exactly"! Edward said loudly, leaning over so she could hear him.
"No, no, no, no!" Alice moaned. "What can I do? I want to help," she pleaded me.
"Uh, I'll think about it and come back to you," I whispered.
"Bella, March is a few days away then August is just around the corner!"
I slapped my forehead, rolling my eyes to Edward who watched me worried. "Alice, please! We just talked about this. Once I have a good plan, you'll be the first to know."
"Okay, okay. I'm going to call Rose and start talking about-"
"ALICE!" I shouted. "No meddling, please."
We hung up shortly after she promised to keep in touch in case she had some idea.
"I can't believe this," Edward mumbled. "Do you think it's a good idea for everyone to interfere?"
"They can have ideas. We make the final decision. Where do you want to do it?" I asked as he sat next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
"Uh…probably back home."
"Yeah, me too. Everyone's there. It will be much easier."
"And cheaper."
He grinned and leaned to kiss me just as the doorbell rang.
"You've got to be kidding me. It's five PM."
We went to answer and I was surprised to see Sylvia there. She was grinning and holding a plastic container of something.
"If there's food, you can come in," Edward told her amused.
She rolled her eyes. "Hello to you too, Edward. Hi, Bella."
"Hi." I smiled, hugging her and allowing her inside.
"How did you get here?" Edward asked, taking the container from her. "I didn't hear the cab."
She laughed. "I came alone."
That was poorly worded for his overactive brain. "Really?" he teased. When she looked confused, he went on. "You came alone…like a big girl." He smirked, dodging my palm and going to the kitchen.
"Do you have to make everything sexual?" Sylvia groaned, taking her boots off. "I felt like walking so I took the subway then walked here, it's not that far."
"Just on the other side of the city," I told her amused.
"Is this that mocha cake you used to bake?" Edward shouted from the kitchen.
"Yes, I made too much and thought…maybe you'd like some. And I wanted to say congratulations in person. I watched the game on TV. You played really well!"
"Thanks!" he answered, his voice sounding muffled. I bet he was already eating from whatever she had brought. "Mhmmm, Bella if you want a taste you should get in here, or I'll eat it all!"
"Go and have a bite," Sylvia encouraged me, taking me to the kitchen.
The cake looked amazing and had a dusting of mocha on top…and the taste…it was dreamy. It melted in my mouth and I ended up stealing the container from Edward only to have him attack me.
"You have to give me the recipe," I told Sylvia between bites. "It's so good."
"Sorry, but this is my secret recipe. No one knows it." She winked. "But…" she trailed off, grinning mischievously. "You can always beg me when you want."
"Oh, that's so not fair!" Edward protested. "Do you promise to bring this cake goodness every time I win a game?" he asked seriously, snatching the container from my hands.
Sylvia gave him a doubtful look before slowly, she nodded.
I turned to Edward. "You've got to win every game. You hear me?"
"You bet your fine ass I will. One cake for every hoop?" he asked teasingly, licking the teaspoon.
"Now you're exaggerating," Sylvia objected.
"Do you want to make one cake for each point? I think it's decent to ask of one cake for each hoop," Edward argued.
"If the team wins, you get one cake. Besides, I did this on my break from studying."
"Oh, how is it going?" I asked, taking another bite of the mocha goodness.
"I think I'm spending more time in the hospital than at home. But I like what I'm doing though I live on coffee and pretzels." She shrugged.
I nodded, realizing why she was so thin. Maybe I should start living like that too. "Yeah, I wanted to say that you lost some weight," I said.
"Some, yes. A few pounds."
"I see." I nodded, scowling mockingly. "You brought this cake here so you'd fatten us up."
Edward stopped the teaspoon at his lips. "I don't even think I'm allowed this much sugar," he said thoughtfully. "But fuck it. I love this cake." With a shrug, he wrapped his lips around the teaspoon.
Even though I was cooking things he was allowed to eat and they were usually healthy things, I had managed to put weight during the months we had moved in here. Everyone had told me it was because I had finally settled and I wasn't worried about what may happen next and so on, but I longed for the weight I used to have in college. Edward didn't notice or he didn't comment on the small rings of fat that appeared on my stomach and hips, but I knew they were there and I hated them.
"Do I get something in return?" Sylvia wondered, bringing me back to the now.
"Our thanks," Edward answered promptly.
"I can cook a meal and then we can have the cake," I suggested.
"That sounds great. It's good you like to cook, you know? I always hated it. I prefer baking," she told me.
"You know something?" Edward asked, sporting a huge grin on his face. "Bob was right."
"What about?" I asked, but deep down I already knew his answer.
"It's good to have a wife and a mistress. One cooks and one bakes." He shot me a grin, winking.
"In your dreams," Sylvia shot back amused.
"Okay, forget what I said, but will you still bring cake if I win?"
"We'll see."
After Edward polished the container, I washed it so we could return it while they went to find a movie to watch. When I joined them in the living room, Edward was requesting one movie while Sylvia was insisting on another one. They turned to me and made me choose. What was I? Incidentally, I liked the movie Sylvia wanted to see and that made Edward pout and told me that I was mean. Very mature of him.
But I was happy we could be in the same room as her and there were no hard feelings. On one of our 90210 marathons, we had started talking about how silly was one of the girls from the sitcom. Sylvia said something about Edward and when she realized what she had said, she apologized, but I encouraged her to talk and once we had cleared that, I felt much better. She was over him, she had promised me that and now, she saw him as her friend.
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